Mollie smiled as she took her bra off in the changing room. “Guess that’s not going to fit any longer,” she thought as she changed for her surgery. She had hit the jackpot, finding a new surgical practice that would enhance her breasts and reshape her thighs for almost nothing, so long as she paid for the implant and anesthesia. The surgeon promised that she would not have scarring on her breasts as he would go in through her armpits and under the muscle, meaning that when she did have kids, she could breast feed without any problem.

Mollie continued to take off her clothing, shorts then panties. Then she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror of the changing room. “Well, it all changes now,” she softly said to herself. She took a gown from the rack and slipped it over her arms, tying the strings at her neck. Then she put on the booties and gathered her belongings and put them in the bag they gave her. After a deep breath, she opened the door and walked back into the Pre-Op area.

Mollie caught Kelly’s eye as she left the changing room. Kelly, all 4’11 and 90 pounds of her in her extra small green surgical scrubs and blue cap covering her shoulder-length brown hair, had already introduced herself to Mollie as the nurse who would be with her today. She told Mollie where to change, and, most importantly, to make sure she takes all her clothing off and wear only the gown and booties when she came out of the room. Kelly met Mollie a few steps from the door of the changing room and took her bag of belongings. Kelly locked them in the locker and went back to Mollie, who was sitting in the oversized Barco lounger in the second treatment area.

Kelly explained to Mollie what the rest of the day would look like. She would have an IV started and be given some fluids for hydration. The surgeon would mark her breasts and thighs so that when she’s laying on the table, he has some landmarks to guide his work. Then Mollie would be off to the operating room, where there would be a whole bunch of monitoring equipment put on her. The last thing that she would remember would be a quick injection in her IV and she would fall asleep. Surgery would happen, then Mollie would awaken in the Recovery Room, with Kelly keeping a close eye on her. Then she would go home and begin her recovery. Oh, and a camera crew would catch the whole thing.

Kelly quickly starts Molie’s IV in her right hand. It hurt less than she thought it would – it was a small needle and Kelly does so many of them, she can do them in her sleep. Now the wait. Mollie is the second case and Kelly’s done all her paperwork, so now it’s just a matter of waiting for the first case to finish and while the room is readied, Mollie will have her markings put on by the surgeon.

About a half-hour later, here comes the surgeon. The first case had gone a little shorter than expected, so he comes out to see Mollie. After a little small talk, he leaves and comes back with the cameraman. It is a little odd to see a skinny guy in surgical scrubs holding the camera. Without much of an introduction, he starts filming as Mollie stands and her gown is lowered to expose her breasts. Quick work with the surgical marker at her sternal notch for the “v”, dotted lines down the center of the sternum, a large circle around each breast where it meets the chest wall, and a smaller circle around each areola. Then her gown goes back over her breasts and is lifted to her belly button. Two circles on the outside of each leg, followed by two circles on the inside of each leg has her all marked up and ready to go.