I’ll explain myself better. This whole thing started because I was jealous of my best friend Thalia. She was named after a famous Mexican singer and boy did she grew up to be a hot, exotic Latina. We’ve been neighbors for a long time. As long as I can remember actually. It was all fine and dandy when we were kids. Then puberty hit. We started liking boys more and our bodies began to experience some changes. You know the drill.
I was nice-looking I guess. I have a nice face and a cute smile, though my body has always been very slim. A bit of ass, no boobs at all. Thalia instead had a sudden change from cute girl to smoking hot Latina goddess. In a split second she had this amazing rack and butt, nice legs and she was able to maintain her abs. Of course, she noticed. Her personality changed after the attention. She started caring and caring more.
She wowed all the boys in a school and neighborhood. She wowed all the boys in the mall or any restaurant we go. I hate saying this, but she wowed adults too. I could notice how some older men stare. That’s always been creepy…
Yet, somehow, it made me jealous. For a couple of years, I felt invisible. I felt like I was her “fun friend”. I wasn’t her DUFF, designated ugly fat friend, but her presence still eclipsed me.
I never said anything to her, though with time I started being more distant. She notice and asked me what’s wrong. Thalia really appreciated our friendship, and that made me realize how dumb I was staying away from her.
So I began to hang out more with her. As we used to do. But I remained jealous of the attention she received. My 18ths birthday was coming soon so I asked my parents for a very special gift: I wanted to get my boobs done in plastic surgery.
My dad was shocked by my request as most dad’s probably are when their little girl ask them to pay for a surgery that would make her more sexual. He was hesitant at firts, yet mom totally understood and convinced him. She too had her boobs done long ago.
Dad accepted and we made an appointment with Doctor Yussef, a friend of mom’s. He was very nice and patient with all my question. I liked him since he made me feel secure with my choice. My boobs were not going to be huge now, just a bit bigger. We arranged a date for the operation and everything was going according to the plan….until everything messed up.
I came in to the surgery and they told us the clinic had to change doctors in last second as Doctor Yussef had a family emergency. I felt unease. I wanted to change the date. I met Dr. Crowley and he seemed like a fine dude but for some reason he never made me feel safe. The hospital managers manage to convince us it was all going to be okay. They assure us of the new doctor’s experience. How could it ever go wrong? Dr. Crowley indeed seemed nice and knowledgeable. They got me in the operating room. I was sedated within seconds and when I woke up, my whole body felt different.
I tried to look under the blankets and AHHHHHHHHH. I was in shock. Not even in my worst nightmares something like this could happened. They messed up, they messed up so bad!
Somebody switched the patient charts by mistake and they thought I was up for a sex reassignment operation!
I got all man’s parts. Or what they look like the beginning stages of them, prior to all the hormones. Even that...thing! Shit! Even my chest, it looks different! It’s beginning to be hairy...
I don’t know what to do? I want them to turn me back to how I was for God’s / fuck’s sake! But the clinic says that it was my request to do this surgery. The are throwing their screw-up as MY mistake! It’s not. Gosh! I never wanted this. They destroyed my life. What should I do? Should I sue the clinic? The case could take ages! I need a faster solution.
Please, help me. I’m desperate!!!
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