Felix was a male model who was addicted to plastic surgery. Nearly every month he was back in the clinic for another procedure – calves, pecs, even neck and jaw enhancements. He frequently used his girlfriend Carla, a cartoonist, to draw out his preferences so he could bring with him to the clinic a visual of exactly what he wanted done. Carla was becoming increasingly upset with her boyfriend. He was clearly more interested in himself than her, and one time when she suggested getting something done herself, he quickly put her down. “You’re a cartoonist, not a model, hun. Stick to that.” She began to despise him for his vain character, and after several more months of unappreciation and put-downs, she had finally had enough.
The next time Carla took Felix to the clinic for an improvement, she replaced the illustration of Felix’s specifications with an illustration of her own – one a little more to her liking for a change. Felix had quite the rapport with his doctors – after a while, they had stopped asking him if he was ‘sure’ about his latest drastic change. They were just happy to get paid. They put Felix under and Carla was asked to leave. She couldn’t wait to be back.
Now, weeks later, Carla was awakened by high-pitched screams coming from her boyfriend’s room. He was finally awake! Coming into his room, Carla found Felix, now Felicia, panicking in front of the mirror, his eyes drawn to his crutch where his manhood previously was. “What did they do to me,” he screamed, slowly, running his hands over his new breasts. “You’re a model, not a police officer, hun. Stick to that.” Carla responded smugly and walked out, leaving Felicia standing there, frozen in stupified shock.
