The waiting room of the doctor’s office was a form of healing all on its own. With frosted glass walls, frothy magazines and a receptionist who permanently looked like she just got back from the islands, Brittany felt a sense of calm as soon as she stepped into the air-conditioned space.
Over the years, she had tried many things to keep her body and face tight— from freezing her fat to sweating out her extra water weight, from endless rounds of Botox to lasering off all of her body hair. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter how many beauty procedures she had— there was always more being created. Besides, it was literally her job to look good, so Brittany would try anything.
This particular doctor was recommended to her by Lisa Rinna, who, at 76, looked the same as she did at 56, including the helmet-like hairstyle. Clearly, she knew a thing or two about anti-aging.
As she sat waiting for her 2:30 appointment, Brittany flipped through the gossip magazines that were fanned out on the glass coffee table. The newest it girl was Lucy Genevieve, who, with her jutting-out hips and massive thigh gap, also somehow had beautiful, natural C-cups and a sizable, jiggly ass. Brittany turned the page so hard she accidentally ripped it.
“Brittany Cartwright? The doctor’s ready for you now,” said the receptionist with the glowing skin. Brittany showed her veneers, swallowed and followed her into an examination room. With its dark lighting, full bed and incense sticks, it felt more like a massage room at an upscale spa than a doctors office but hey, that was L.A for you. Brittany sat on the bed, feeling massive.
Suddenly a celebrity walked into the room.
“Sorry, you must have the wrong room. I’m just waiting for my doctor,” Brittany said to the man, noting his impressive height and shoulder width.
The celebrity tipped his head back and laughed.
“And who do you think I am?”
Brittany’s face turned bright red.
“Oh, I am so sorry. It’s just that you’re so…” The doctor raised a groomed yet masculine eyebrow. “Well-kept.” That produced a chuckle. Brittany’s thighs started to sweat.
“Coming from you? I take that as a huge compliment. What are you, 32?” he said. God, he looked good in a button-down. Brittany giggled, which was her default when she couldn’t think of anything sweet to say. The doctor pulled out a backless stool on wheels from under the bed and sat down on it wide-legged, his elbows resting on his knees.
“I’m Doctor Goodwin, by the way. Should have said before, if your smile hadn’t knocked me off my feet”. They laughed as they shook hands, which felt as close as you can get to having sex via handshake.
“So what can I do you for?”
Brittany gave the monologue she gave all doctors/ personal trainers/ nutritionists/ acupuncturists/ healers— she was not fat by any means and absolutely loved her body, but there were a few stubborn areas that wouldn’t tighten as much as the rest of her. Of course, if she was a normal person she wouldn’t care, but because she was in the public eye…
The doctor/ celebrity nodded.
“I totally understand and honestly? I don’t think you need any of these procedures,” he said, giving her a truly thrilling once-over. “That being said, there are a few things we can do to address some of these problems you speak of”.
Next he had her take off her bra and top to show him her back fat. He pinched it between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Doctor, I’ve tried everything. Cardio, freezing it off, Botox, dieting. I just can’t get rid of this back fat!” He kneaded it between his fingers as it she was pizza, then moved his hands to below her chest, his fingers feeling her under-boob rolls.
“Got it. The problem with freezing off your fat and sucking out your fat and the like is that it has to grow back somewhere else. These deposits are probably the result of other procedures for…let me guess, your upper arms and thighs, right?”. She nodded, looking down.
“They do look great, and I don’t blame you from getting those procedures! But I bet the doctors didn’t tell you that the fat would just migrate elsewhere, and it seems like it went to the area under your breasts as well as your back. Can you stand up please?”
Brittany hopped off the bed, feeling a bit cold in only her boot-cut jeans. Grabbing her elbows, he swiveled her around until her back was to him.
“Now bend over.”
Clutching her surgically-enhanced breasts, Brittany bent over, cringing at how her stomach spilled over her waistband. He felt her stomach as if checking for tumors. She cursed her Kentucky genetics!
“See, you have a bunch of excess fat stemming from your midsection, which is a very common problem for women of your age. And what I’ve found with my clients is that more often than not, what’s more effective than freezing your fat is actually a cocktail of different supplements. Because they’re not just sending you on a wild goose chase making your fat travel to different places on your body- they’re actually cleaning your system of its extremities, killing all fat and cleansing all your toxins.”
“Wow, that sounds amazing! Are the supplements FDA-approved?”
“Everything that I prescribe is testing to make sure it’s completely healthy and even beneficial to your body’s systems. Take a look at this before and after.”
He pulled out a glossy photograph of a woman’s torso from the front and from the side.
“This is one of my long-term clients. As you can see, she had a lot of fat pockets, particularly in her mid-section. Like you, she was in pretty good shape physically, and had been working out five days a week for decades, but there were some stubborn areas that just wouldn’t get with the program, so to speak. Do you want to see what she looks like now?”
Brittany nodded, her voice deep in her throat. The doctor-lebrity pulled out a photograph from behind the “before” picture, placing it in front. The new body was tanner, tighter, fitter, and most likely, Brittany thought, happier.
“We took that photo six months after she started on my supplements. Those are the kind of results you’re looking for, right?” the doctor said.
“Of course!” Brittany said.
“Great, then let’s get you started today! Any allergies?” the doctor said, patting her bare shoulder. Brittany opened her mouth to answer.
“Oh, and Brittany? You can put your shirt back on now”.
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