The Implant

“If I go with the implant, can I switch to the belt if I change my mind?” you ask the doctor.

“Unfortunately, no. The implant is designed to latch onto the uterine wall permanently, in order to prevent tampering or unauthorized removal,” Dr. Walters patiently explains, “Once it has been activated, the only way to remove the implant is to take the entire uterus with it. At that point, we are obligated by law to seal whatever remains of your vagina after the removal.”

“Oh,” you think about it. The implant sounds a little frightening, but you aren’t ready to give up sex. You wish you could afford the tax penalty, but on your paycheck your sure you’d find yourself on the auction block to cover your “debt to society” as the government so loves to term it. “I’d like the implant.”

“Good choice!” says Dr. Walters, “You won’t regret it. Remove your pants and underwear and put your feet up in the stirrups. I’ll go get the necessary supplies.”

Red as a beet, you do as he directed. Naked from the waist down and your feet in the air, anyone who walks through the door is going to see everything, but the doctor didn’t offer you a surgical gown and you are too shy to ask for one.

The door opens and you’re grateful when it’s just Dr. Walters returning with a tray of equipment. He wheels his stool into place and sits between your spread legs. With no warning, he plunges two gloved fingers into your wet hole.

“I see I won’t be needing any extra lubrication,” he chuckles and you wish you could disappear.

The doctor replaces his fingers with a cold metal speculum and you shiver, “This may feel a little odd, but I need to dilate your cervix in order to place the device correctly.”

Odd is one way of putting it. Mini-menstrual cramps would be a more accurate description. As the doctor inserts progressively larger rods insider you, you have to clench your muscles to keep from moving.

“I can strap you down, if you need me to,” the doctor offers at one point. He sounds entirely too excited at the prospect and you decline politely.

After four rods, the doctor finally announces you are dilated enough to insert the implant. He picks up a small, innocuous-looking device with his forceps. “This will pinch a little.”

You jump. There is a sharp pain somewhere deep inside you, but then the doctor is withdrawing his forceps and removing the speculum that hold you open.

“All done!” he says, standing up, “You are free to leave. A detailed report with our recommendations for future body modifications will be emailed to the address you provided. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”