Betrayed Chapter 9

The weeks passed; March, April, and into May. I won't dwell on the mechanics of the surgery or post-op. Either Angie or Dianna was at my side almost constantly, but never together. I don't want to say I 'juggled' them, but it was sometimes a delicate balancing act. I was head-over-heels for Dianna, but couldn't deny my feelings for Angie. How could I choose between one or the other? In truth, the choice might not be mine to make; I might end up with neither.

Dianna, especially, was much more emotional than I had ever seen her before. She fussed over me, telling me how much she flat-out adored me. Then she would burst into tears for no reason I could see. Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the victim of raging hormones around here! I certainly appreciated her raw display of emotion for me, yet I couldn't help but wonder; was there more behind her tears than just love?

My nose looked... pert – another new descriptor I thought I would never use about myself. It was still a touch swollen - and numb; they told me that goes away after about a year. OK, I liked my eyes; sue me. Everyone else was crazy about them, especially when they were made up. My cheekbones and lips were both fuller. It was scary to see people I knew and cared about just stare at me, speechless, captivated. I knew I would get used to it – I had to get used to a lot of things – but at the time, it was still new.

The rest of the body was new, too. I had already been wearing a corset every day before the surgery, so that didn't make a difference. The results were different. Angie and I were both on target to have twenty-inch corseted waistlines by the time of the show. Dianna's corseted waist was already eighteen inches - the bitch. Paul was absolutely ecstatic.

The prosthetic breasts were gone. I was a full DD-cup all by myself; well, me and Perma-Plast. They looked huge at first; but then, so had Dianna when I first met her. That was one more thing I was getting used to in a hurry. It was nice to be able to show off my cleavage – a modest amount at work and more on my own time. My backside had filled out just as nicely.