Mirror Images Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Mirror Images Ch. 03

Author's Note: This is Chapter 3 in a series. Full context can be gained by first reading chapters one and two and, as the author, I of course encourage you to do so. However, I've tried to reference enough backstory in Chapter 3 in hopes of making this instalment at least marginally readable on its own. As always, happy to receive constructive criticism, both positive and negative, and to hear ideas for future stories.

*

"Dr. Forqurean, your 3 PM mastopexy follow up with Kelly Pemberton is in exam room 1."

Summer Forqurean looked up from behind her teak desk. "Thanks Jenny, I was just finishing reviewing my notes on her. I'll see her in just a minute."

Summer surveyed the New York City skyline as she looked out the window of her fifty second floor office. In contrast to the state-of-the-art clinical facilities and exam rooms down the hall, her office was finished in dark wood, opulent furnishings, and the walls were decorated with interesting and eclectic original artwork and tapestries.

Summer once again reflected on the fact that her successful practice was so very much at odds with the type of doctor she had once aspired to be.

Summer had grown up in a medium size midwestern college town. Her parents were both on the faculty at the university. They instilled in her a strong sense of social justice and responsibility to give back to society. As a teenager, and until her junior year of college, she had planned to work in family practice, to serve those ...

... in need in a community health service, or perhaps an ER. She wanted to spend part of each year in a third world country serving with Doctors Without Borders. For Summer, money had been far from the primary goal.

But those earlier goals had been decimated when her friends had betrayed and humiliated her in the worst possible way. Her dreams and goals had been transformed -- she understood that money would be required if she were to be successful in achieving her new ambitions.

As Summer entered exam room 1 she greeted her patient, "Hi Kelly. How have you been? Everything feeling okay? Any lingering pain or numbness?"

"Hi Summer. Great! The mastopexy! Honestly, you are wizard! No wonder you're getting so much work. My friends in the TriBeCa Women's Club have all been raving about the touch and artistry of your work. I'm hoping you'll be able to do my gluteal augmentation next. You're certainly worth the extra money!"

Summer smiled brightly and her green eyes twinkled, gratified by her patient's praise and enthusiasm. "Let's have a look. It's been twelve weeks so the healing should be sufficient to see whether we achieved the overall look and aesthetics we were after."

As Kelly lowered the medical gown to her waist, Summer immediately began to examine her breasts with a critical eye. "The incisions have healed nicely -- there won't be any scarring. And most importantly, I think we were able to get the tighter shape and subtle uplift you wanted. "

"Yes. I'm so ...