The surgeon with good news and bad news

"Hi Stacy, it's Dr. Han, can I come in?"

Still breathing heavily from my massive orgasm, I panted, "Sure, yeah, come on in." I tried to arrange myself to be presentable as my surgeon, an experimental genius renowned for piloting new procedures, entered my room. She always took my breath away - a perfect smile on her olive-skinned face, sharp attire that accentuated her multi-ethnic curves, always showing just enough skin on her upper chest and lower legs to give a hint of what's hiding underneath.

"How are you feeling, Stacy?" she asked, checking my monitoring equipment and reviewing my chart.

"Great, Dr. Han! I feel really, really good."

"I'm so glad to hear that," she said. Then, assuming her business-like tone, she asked, "How do you feel the procedure went?"

"Well, so far, I think it went really great!" I said. I was so grateful to this woman for giving me the sexual power and allure I'd dreamed of; I couldn't wait to get back to campus to try everything out.

"I'm glad to hear that," she said with a slight frown.

Sensing something was wrong, I asked, "What's up? Did something happen?"

"Well, I have good news, and I have bad news," she replied, pulling an oversized hospital chair closer to my bed. I braced myself for what would happen next. "The good news," she continued, "is that the surgery was, overall, a success. I believe you'll find yourself to be extremely sensitive and prone to powerful, pleasurable orgasms." I must have smiled broadly, for she gave me a smirk and, if I wasn't crazy, even a little wink.

"That's great, Dr. Han. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Stacy. You'll find that your libido has increased-" (as if it could get any stronger! I thought) "and I believe we successfully implanted the pheromones we discussed."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

"I believe so, yes. Anyone who finds women attractive will be drawn to you, sexually. You will find yourself the center of quite a lot of attention."

Well, that won't be new, I thought to myself. I knew I was hot, with firm C-cups that I liked to show off and long legs I displayed whenever I could. Still, I bet these "pheromones" will at least help me sniff out other lesbians. Just so long as the straight guys don't get too much in the way.

"But there was one unexpected complication."

I swallowed. Here comes the bad news.

"I believe the pheromones have also affected you. I suspect you're going to require regular orgasms to accommodate your newfound sexuality."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, not entirely sure this was bad news.

"Your body is going to demand an orgasm, I believe, every couple of hours. And I'm not sure you're really going to be able to resist."

I started to take in this information. "Every couple of hours" would interfere with my classes, with my work study at the library, with my volleyball and workout schedule... What about while I sleep?

Noticing my attempt to take in this new information, Dr. Han patted my hand. "We're just going to have to see how things go. I'll let you rest for a bit, and I'll be back to check on you in a couple of hours, OK?"

"OK," I said unsteadily, still not sure how this experimental new procedure was going to change my life. As Dr. Han walked out of my hospital room, I said, "See you soon."