You were distracted by yourself to notice

You had just checked that one of your arms was pretty hairy, which disgusted you. But was it really as bad as you thought it was? Couldn't it be a trick of your mind and you hadn't such a hairy body as you remembered and just one arm wasn't waxed? You wanted to know. You had to know! You lifted up your second arm and looked at it. Disgusted by the hair on it, you turned away. Just how could you have lived until now with all that hair on your arms? Sure, you were a boy and boys got to develop body hair, some more, some less. But how could you accept yours, when you couldn't stand it? Wasn't there at least one part of your body, that wasn't hairy? Well, only chance to know was to check. The first place coming to mind was your chest. They had given you breast implants just a few days ago and breasts with hair would look really weird. With your fingers you pulled on your shirts neckline and looked down on your two mounds. Quickly you turned your face away. There was hair too, you had hair growing on your chest. Shit. That was really disgusting. But it could be topped. You stood up, embarrassed that you were really doing this before the others, and turned around, so they didn't see how you put a hand in your pants. You reached for your penis and testicles and ... You nearly shed a tear as you found the most disgusting thing for you at the moment: hair growing on your genitals. You pulled your hand out and sat back, disappointed that your memories were right. You really had hair growing all over your body. Well, not that much and it was light compared to others. But it was still hair and that was disgusting. Now you didn't even felt like checking the last place, your face. You were sure you would find some scratchy beard-hair, which had just been shaved that morning, and some bushy eyebrows. That wasn't what you wanted. You wanted a hairless body, no beard-hair and just two neat and elegant eyebrows. All the rest had to go, as fast as possible. But that was only possible, if you got out of this ... appointment.

Speaking of it. You had been so occupied by your own problem, that you hadn't paid attention to what Dr. Summers had done to the others. Your look went to the first sitting to your right, your friend Mark. His change was quite obvious. He now had long blond hair falling from his head, over his shoulders and down to his shoulder blades. Next to him sat Frank. You couldn't make out his change, but he looked quite unpleased, just like you. So you suspected he had gotten a brainwash. Then came Jack. His change wasn't eye-catching, but noticeable. It were his hands. They looked smaller, the fingers slimmer and longer and they had longer nails on them. They didn't match a sporty boy at all, but a woman.

Last there was Leticia. She was laying on an operating table face down and with her pants pulled down. Two cheese-cover like devices had been placed on her butt. When the lights on it went off, Dr. Summers took them off. Leticia's butt was now bigger and rounder than a normal boys. "Looks like a good butt to me." Dr. Summers put her hands on Leticia's expanded butt. "Well, if you were a normal teen girl." She said sardonically. "But you aren't a normal girl, right? You are a hot Latina. And a hot Latina needs a big round booty, right?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Leticia cursed the doctor.

"I'm sure you are. But not before you have a dynamite body." Dr. Summers went to the trolley and took two big pads from under the blanket. "These are butt-implants. Perfect to to make a butt bigger and rounder and firmer." She placed them on Leticia's butt.

"You are really going to regret it, once you lost control over me." Leticia continued cursing, but it wasn't to her advantage.

"Well, actually I had planned to use some anesthetics. But as you still don't know your place." Dr. Summers took a scalpel and without anesthesia made two cuts on Leticia's butt. She began to scream, just like you did a few days ago, when you had gotten your breast implants. Like that time, Dr. Summers cut two pockets in her patient. But unlike with you, she not went directly under the skin, but under the muscle. Once the pockets were big enough, she inserted the implants. She adjusted their fit giving Leticia again and again a test-squeeze. Once she was pleased with the feel and look, she closed the incisions, like with you using the liquid to fully close them. "And we are finished." Dr. Summers said totally pleased with her work. Leticia now had a big, round booty, just like the stereotypical Latina would have.

Leticia didn't protested anymore. All the crying and shouting from the pain had exhausted her.

"Ok, boys, and girl. That's all for today. I'll see you again next week." Dr. Summers finally dismissed you all.