Under the knife

On the other side, Barbie found himself led down the hall by the doctor and into a small room. While he had a good idea on what was about to go down, that still didn't make it any less scarier.

"Could you take off your shirt for me?" the doctor inquired, Barbie complying. This was just part of the process. It would be odd if they weren't going to do that.

The doctor got to marking his chest about, drawing out the two mounds that would soon sit upon his chest. Quite large ones too. What was Bambi even thinking. Much as it tickled, he would need to stay still. Less the doctor working on this to make a mistake on the implants.

"Just wait here for a moment."

Barbie nodded and took a seat in one of the chairs. His mind was going a mile a minute. As major of a step this was, part him, well her felt quite scared.

What if something went wrong? What if her implants like, broke? Or the doctor slipped and fucked this up majorly? It could possibly happen if one little thing went opposite the way that the people handling the operation. They had to have some kind of backup just in case.

"I like, shouldn't focus on that." Barbie thought and took a deep breath. She just needed to wait for the doctor to arrive and get started on the procedure.

Thankfully, the doctor came back into the office.

"I see you're ready for the procedure." the doctor remarked, a pill and a glass of water. Handing both over to the wannabe bimbo, he watched them gulp them down.

At first, everything still felt the same for Barbie. What exactly was that supposed to do in the first place? She wasn't completely sure, though Bambi would've gotten on her case for going into such a deep thought about it.

Though, that didn't explain why she felt so sleepy.

"A little nappy, like wouldn't hurt." she thought and closed her eyes.