Chapter 2

7:44 am the next day,
Bimbo Tech LLC

“Hello, may I help you?” Rosa asked the fortysomething, voluptuous woman approaching the front reception desk now.

“Yes, I’m Monica ... Lewinsky,” Monica lowered her voice now, “I’m here for my appointment.”

“Of course, of course, here is the price quote for our ... services. I must admit, it’s unusual for a woman to set up her own appointment with us, but that’s one of the things that I like about you,” Rosa winked at Monica now, openly flirting with her.

“What’s the other?” Monica dared to ask, though in hushed tones as she looked over the actually affordable rate.

“Your tits,” Rosa blurted, not showing any embarrassment whatsoever at her admission.

Monica blushed a bit herself, and then reminded herself that this sort of awkwardness would be behind her. Hopefully, some dick would be behind her, too, preparing to slam into her twat. She recalled that younger man, one of many, who had struck out with her. If this worked, she knew that guys like him would have a much easier time getting into her panties. That was exactly what she wanted nowadays. She was tired of letting her inhibitions fuck with her head. She was tired of pushing guys away. Maybe she would even try women, once she felt freer and less worried or nervous about it all.

“Now, please sign this. It’s a ... legal waiver,” Rosa presented Monica with the usual lawyerly boilerplate form about non-litigation, etc.

“Of course,” Monica easily agreed, just wanting to get this done, to rip off her hang-ups, fears, anguish, angst, guilt, remorse, anger, etc. like a bandage.

“Please be seated. Dr. Edwards will be with you shortly. His nurse will call you by name,” Rosa directed a jittery, quaking Monica to a seat in the waiting room after she paid the fee.

It honestly looked just like a normal waiting room at any kind of medical facility, yet this was clearly on the outer fringes of the legally sanctioned medical community. This was a sort of underground, underworld institute, operating right under the nose of the state medical board yet allowed to continue its existence. There was something about this place that screamed misogyny to the more feminist-conditioned parts of Monica’s brain, but those parts weren’t in change anymore. The sisterhood had betrayed Monica, anyway. Fuck ‘em.

After what seemed an eternity of trying to read women’s fashion and lifestyle magazines, even reading a little of a Gideon Bible, Monica finally scanned the room. There were three couples in here, two male-female, one lesbian, but no one here alone, unescorted but her. Naturally, they were all staring at her, too. She already felt their eyes on her, but now she saw how the two men and the lesbian looked at her, as if she was already fuckmeat. Forget what they had been told by the media to think of her ... none of them judged her. They just ... craved her.