Under the knife

The next couple days lit a metaphorical fire under Annita's feet. Not only did she find herself pushing herself further into her religious studies, the elderly lady found herself thinking about things relating to her body. More specifically, getting it to a state that fit her gender.

"Yes, I would like to schedule a surgery." Annita announced, awaiting a moment to hear the other end of the conversation. Listening intently, she composed her thoughts. There were a bunch of things that needed to be done. Taking it slow, she spoke all that she wanted done.

When the day of the surgery finally came, Annita got up bright and early. Not even taking the time to see if Delia was up, she instead got dressed in her usual modest attire. While she was going to need to take it off once she was called up for her appointment, the other patients would understand.

"Goodbye home." Annita whispered and exited her home. Making the short walk over to the plastic surgery place, she pushed out any negative thoughts flooding her mind. There was no place for them here. "I'm Annita and I'm here for my appointment."

The receptionist nodded and pointed to an empty chair. Taking a seat within, she did a silent prayer. She would likely miss the next couple, so it was best to do it now.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to get called up. Getting through the necessary procedures, this was the big moment.