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Female, 44 years old, moderately attractive, married, clear of chubby face and facial sagging, strongly likes beauty, the main demand is to tighten and rejuvenate the whole face and eliminate chubby face and sagging, aiming to regain the love of her husband, the joy after the operation is beyond words.
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I’ve never been a truly beautiful woman, but I was moderately attractive in my youth.
I had a clear complexion, and my light brown eyes have never lost their sparkle.
Now, after having two children, my face is chubby, and the skin is sagging.
It’s not very pretty.
I’m forty-four years old, and I’ve been married for fifteen years.
My husband is ten years older than me, and he is an extremely handsome man.
His face is always well-shaven, and his stylish hair is always clean.
Even in his mid-fifties, he still looks great.
He doesn’t have any wrinkles on his face; just a few laugh lines at the corners of his eyes.
He’s very healthy, and he exercises regularly, so he’s always fit.
We used to be very happy together.
In bed, we were passionate lovers.
I never expected that our relationship would cool off so quickly.
I’ve tried very hard to keep our relationship fresh, but my chubby face seems to be the biggest barrier.
My husband spends a lot of time on the computer every day.
He’s not watching porn; he’s just writing some software for a living.
He’s not interested in me anymore.
Sometimes I wonder if he still loves me as much as he did when we were first married?
Or is it just that we’ve been married for too long?
We’re always busy with work and life, and we know every little thing about each other, so there are no secrets between us anymore.
Perhaps that has taken away some of the charm of our relationship?
Unfortunately, I don’t think I can change anything about it now.
My husband would rather play with his computer than spend time with me in bed.
He doesn’t like looking at my chubby face or sagging skin.
Sometimes that makes me feel very sad and unloved.
My face has been so chubby for so long that I don’t even remember what I looked like with a slim face anymore.
I’m so tired of this face!
I want to rejuvenate it!
I want to get rid of these chubby cheeks and sagging skin!
Maybe then I can get my husband back!
The operation will make me look ten years younger at least!
When I was young, people always said that I looked like a pretty girl from an anime movie.
It may be that I was not beautiful, but my face was still very attractive.
Now, even the most beautiful makeup can’t hide the fact that my face is so chubby.
This has become a huge problem for me.
I have always been a beauty enthusiast.
I have tried almost every brand of facial cream and mask on the market, but none of them have helped reduce the chubbiness of my face.
Therefore, I have decided to undergo cosmetic surgery to tighten and rejuvenate my face.
Of course, my husband doesn’t know about this yet, but my daughter does.
She’s sixteen years old, and she agrees with my decision.
In fact, she’s the one who encouraged me to do it.
She said that if I wanted to do something that would make me happy, she would support me.
I’m so grateful to have such a good daughter.
When I think of how my face will be rejuvenated after the operation, I feel very happy.
I really want to be able to show off my new look to everyone.
The only person who doesn’t know about this yet is my husband.
I never dreamed that my face would become so chubby one day.
It’s just a fact that I must accept right now.
Even though I want to feel better about myself, my chubby face always reminds me of how much older I look now compared to when I was young.
Because of my chubby cheeks, people always say that I look like a cute little hamster or a squirrel.
Even though they’re trying to flatter me, I don’t like being compared to animals.
My face is just too round, and it makes me look like a little girl who has never grown up.
How can my husband still be interested in having sex with me when he sees my chubby face every night?
He loves spending time with me, but he’s just not interested in having sex with me anymore.
I know that he still loves me, but he’s just not attracted to me anymore.
I can tell by the way he looks at me.
He doesn’t look at me the way he used to, with a twinkle in his eye, as if he wanted to make love to me right there on the spot.
Now he only looks at me that way when he thinks he has too many glasses of wine, or when we go out on a rare date night, but even then, he only looks at me that way because he feels guilty for not being attracted to me anymore.
I’m not stupid; I know that he hasn’t been looking at me that way for a very long time now, and he only does it when he feels like he should or when he wants me to let him do something that he knows I wouldn’t otherwise let him do, like let him play on his computer all night or go out with his friends or colleagues without me.
I also know that this has been a problem for our relationship for quite some time now, but I don’t know how to deal with it yet.
I have tried everything to make him happy in bed, but nothing seems to work.
It makes me feel very sad to think about how unattractive my husband thinks that I am now, and how much our relationship has changed over the years.
In fact, sometimes when we’re in bed together, he often uses the excuse that he’s tired from working all day long as an excuse not to have sex with me, which only makes me feel even worse about myself, because it makes me feel like he doesn’t want to have sex with me because he doesn’t love me anymore.
I don’t know how we got here, or how I got so old so fast, but I do know that it makes me feel really bad about myself.
I have always tried my best to cultivate healthy habits, like eating a well-balanced diet, getting enough sleep, exercising regularly, and doing yoga every morning, so that I can stay healthy and maintain my youthful appearance as long as possible.
I know that I’m not a professional athlete, but I have always been very active, and I work hard to make sure that I stay trim and toned.
I also make sure that I take care of my skin by using high-quality skincare products every single day, so that I can always look my best, no matter what the situation.
In fact, I have always been very careful about how I treat my body, so that it can stay healthy and youthful for as long as possible.
However, despite my best efforts, I have always had a chubby face with sagging skin on my cheeks, which is something that I have never been happy with.
Even though I’ve tried everything to get rid of it, it still hasn’t gone away yet, which makes me feel really frustrated.
In fact, it’s something that I’ve thought about fixing for a while now, but I’ve never really had the time or the money to do it.
A couple of years ago, when my husband told me that he didn’t think it was a good idea for me to get surgery to fix my chubby face and sagging skin, because it was too risky or too expensive or too time-consuming, he suggested that I take up a hobby like photography to take my mind off of it instead.
He said that he thought it would help me relax and focus on something else so that I wasn’t always so worried about how unattractive my face looked, which would be good for both of us.
So, that’s what I did.I took up photography to take my mind off of my chubby face and sagging skin so that I could take my mind off of it and not worry about it anymore.
But even then, my husband didn’t think it was a good idea for me to take up photography to take my mind off of it.
In fact, he didn’t think it was a good idea for me to take up any hobby to take my mind off of it at all.
He said that he didn’t think it would help me relax or focus on something else at all; instead, he thought it would just give me something else to worry about or stress out about or be unhappy about instead.
He also thought that it would be a waste of time or money or energy or something else for me to get surgery to fix something like that.
But no matter what he thought, I did it anyway.
After all, how could taking up photography be a bad thing?
It’s not like it’s something that would make me feel worse about myself or make me more insecure about how I look or anything like that.
In fact, it’s something that I really enjoy doing, because it helps me express myself creatively by capturing the beauty of the world around me in the best possible light.
It also helps me relax by keeping my mind focused on something other than how unattractive my face looks all the time.
end of story
I don’t know why I ever thought that taking up photography would be a good idea, or why I thought that it would help me relax and focus on something else so that I wasn’t always so worried about how unattractive my face looked, because that’s not what happened at all.
In fact, it only made things worse, because now I spend even more time looking at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out how I can make myself look less like a monster, no matter what I do.
It doesn’t matter how much I try to hide the fact that I have a chubby face with sagging skin on my cheeks, because it will always be there, no matter what I do.
And even if I try to do something to get rid of it, like getting surgery to fix it, there’s no guarantee that it will actually work, or that I will ever be happy with how I look again.
So, what am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do when I don’t like the way that I look anymore?
What am I supposed to do when my husband doesn’t think that I’m beautiful anymore?
What am I supposed to do when he doesn’t want to be with me anymore?
I don’t know how we got here, or how I got so old so fast, but I do know that I don’t want to be here anymore, because I hate the way that this feels.
I hate that I don’t feel beautiful anymore, and that I don’t think anyone will ever love me again because of how ugly my face looks all the time now.
I also hate that my husband doesn’t think that I’m beautiful anymore, either, because he is the only person who has ever made me feel beautiful before, no matter what the situation.
Even though we have been married for fifteen years now, and we are both older than we used to be, he is still the only person who has ever made me feel loved and appreciated as much as he does.
So, how could he make me feel so bad about myself like this?
How could he make me feel like I’m not good enough for him anymore?
How could he make me feel like he doesn’t want to be with me anymore?
How could he make me feel like I’m not worth it for him anymore?
I don’t know how, but he did, because I just asked him if he thinks I’m beautiful, and he said that he doesn’t think that I’m the prettiest girl in the world, but he still loves me anyway.
But how can he still love me anyway?
How can he still think I’m beautiful anyway?
How can he still find me attractive anyway?
If that’s the case, then why doesn’t he act like it?
Why doesn’t he show me any affection?
Why doesn’t he want to have sex with me?
Why doesn’t he want to spend time with me?
Why doesn’t he want to talk to me?
I don’t know why, but I do know that it hurts a lot, because it’s something that I’ve never really thought about before.
It’s also something that I’ve never really been able to talk about before.
But even though it makes me really uncomfortable, I still told him how I feel.
I told him how unhappy I am about it, and how much it makes me wish that I could do something to fix it.
the end
When his response was silence, though, I didn’t know what to think.
I didn’t know if it was because it was something that he has never thought about before, or if it was because it was something that he has never wanted to talk about before.
I also didn’t know if it was because it was something that he has been thinking about for a long time, or if it was because it was something that I shouldn’t have said at all.
But after what felt like an eternity had passed, all I could do was wait for him to say something back.
All I could do was wait for him to tell me how he feels.
All I could do was wait for him to tell me why this is happening.
What I wasn’t expecting, though, was for him to tell me that he thinks I should get cosmetic surgery.
What I wasn’t expecting, though, was for him to tell me that he would pay for it.
What I wasn’t expecting, though, was for him to tell me that it was something that I should consider doing during my upcoming vacation break from work.
“Look at the bright side,” he said to me in a casual tone of voice that didn’t match the weight of his words at all, as if it was just another expense for him to worry about, or just another problem for him to solve.
“You’ll be able to recover while you’re taking time off from the office, because you won’t be able to do any teaching or coaching while you’re healing.
You’ll also be able to put your vacation days toward your time off from work, so you won’t have to worry about losing money over it, either.”
“And then maybe it will help us move in the right direction,” he continued as I sat there in complete shock of what I was hearing, trying not to cry or scream or throw up all over myself.
“Maybe it will help us get back on track again, because we’re obviously not getting along the way we used to anymore, either, so maybe this is something we should try to do together in order to fix it.”
When I asked him what he meant by “together,” though, I didn’t know what to say when his answer was “I don’t know” again.
“Maybe I will still feel the same way about you once your face is fixed,” he told me when he saw the look on my face after I asked him why he would suggest something like this right now.
“Or maybe I won’t.
I don’t know how I’ll feel about it until it’s done, because it’s not something I’ve ever thought about before.”
“But I do know that it’s something I’ve always wanted you to think about doing before,” he continued when he saw the tears well up in my eyes as he admitted the truth to me at last.
“And I do know that it’s something I’ve always wanted you to want to do before.”
“So maybe this is just the push in the right direction we need right now,” he said as he reached across the table and took my hand in his for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Because I don’t want to leave you over this, but I also don’t want to stay unhappy with you like this for the rest of my life, either.”
I knew there was no way I could ever leave him over this, so I was glad when he told me there was no way he would ever leave me over this either.
But I was even happier when I realized there was no way I could ever be unhappy with him like this for the rest of my life either.
Once he finally put his newspaper down and looked me in the eyes again after talking on and on about all the different things we would need to take care of before the surgery could happen, I took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to tell him what it was I truly wanted him to hear from me at last.
“You know I’m not doing this for me at all, right?”
I said after I listened to him ramble on about how much better off I would be without the features on my face he found so unattractive.
“I’m only doing this for you.”
Once my husband finally realized at last what I was really trying to say to him after all this time was “I love you,” I didn’t know what to say when he was actually willing to listen to everything else I had to say after all.
He was even more willing to listen to everything else I had to say, though, when he realized what it was we were actually talking about right now.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
he finally said after a few long moments of thinking about it, as if it was the only thing he could think of to say to me right now.
“Let’s do it, then.”
“Are you sure?”
I asked him when I saw the look on his face after he realized what we were really talking about right now.
“Are you sure that this is something you really want me to do?”
“I’m sure it’s something that you really want to do, though,” he said to me after he thought about it for a few moments longer.
“So if this is something that will make you happy again, then this is something that will make me happy again, too.”
“But let’s make sure we do it together,” he said before I could tell him anything else.
“Let’s make sure we do it right the first time, too,” he continued as a smile came across his face for the first time in what felt like forever.
“And let’s make sure we do whatever we need to do to get things back to the way they used to be before, too.”He had already called my parents by the time we went to bed that night, and he had already made an appointment for us both for a consultation the very next day.
He also made an appointment for us both for a surgery date the day after that, even though he told me I was welcome to wait as long as I wanted to before I actually went through with it.
He also told me he would take care of putting in my time off requests at the office, and he would take care of making sure the school district knew about my absences, too.
He even told me he would take care of making sure my parents knew what was going on, so they wouldn’t worry about me while they were gone.
I had spent the previous two weeks going through all my old magazines to find a surgeon who could do the things I needed done to my face.
I spent the week after that making appointments to meet them all.
And I spent the week after that going to their appointments to see if they were someone I could trust to do the things I needed done to my face.
I knew Dr.
Michael Reynolds was the one I had been looking for all along the very moment I walked into his office.
He had an office in a building downtown, and he had an office in a building in one of the suburbs.
He had an office in a building in one of the suburbs.
His office was clean and modern.
His office was clean and modern.
His office was inviting and warm.
His office was inviting and warm.
His office was professional and discreet.
His office was professional and discreet.
His office was decorated with proof of his expertise: plastic surgery boards exam certificates, medical degree certificates, surgical residency certificates, fellowship training certificates, board certification certificates.
His office was decorated with proof of his expertise: plastic surgery boards exam certificates,
medical degree certificates,
surgical residency certificates,
fellowship training certificates,
board certification certificates.
“Are you ready?”
he asked me once he had seated both himself and me in his consultation room.
“Are you ready to start talking about everything?”
“I’m ready,” he said to me as he looked over at me from across the desk we were sitting at next to each other right now.
“I’m ready to start talking about everything.”
I nodded back at him before I started talking about everything. “I wanted to come and talk to you today because I need some help with my face.”
“I’ve been thinking about getting some work done for a while now, but I wasn’t sure where I could get it done.”
“And then my husband told me that he thinks it’s time for me to do something about it, too.”
“So I went through my magazines to find out who could do the things I needed done to my face.”
“And then I made appointments to meet them all.”
“And then I went to their appointments to see if they were someone I could trust to do the things I needed done to my face.”
“And that’s why I’m here today,” I said to him before I looked back at him again right now.
“That’s why I’m here talking to you today.”
“I have chubby cheeks,” I said to him after I thought about what I was going to say next for a few moments longer.
“And I have sagging skin, too.”
“I want to do something about my chubby cheeks,” I continued as I thought about what I was going to say next wholeheartedly now.
“And I want to do something about my sagging skin, too.”
“I want to look like myself again,” I continued before I took a deep breath.
“And I want to feel like myself again, too.”
“I also want to get rid of the lines around my nose and mouth at the same time.”
I also want to get rid of the lines around my eyes at the same time.”
I also want to get rid of the lines on my forehead at the same time.”
“I want to look completely different than I look right now.”
“So that’s why you’re here today,” Dr.
Isabella Thompson: Firstperson protagonist, female, undergoing cosmetic surgery, married to husband, moderately attractive with a chubby face and facial sagging, beauty enthusiast
Michael Reynolds: Surgeon, male, performing Isabella's cosmetic surgery, professional relationship with Isabella, skilled and confident
Reynolds asked me with an inquisitive look on his face right now.
“I’m here today because I want you to do things to my face that will make me look like myself again,” I said back to him before I was done talking to him again.
“Is that something you can help me with?”
“Oh yes,” Dr.Reynolds said back to me confidently before he was done talking to me again.
“That’s definitely something that I can help you with.”
I smiled back at him before I started talking to him again after that.
“Okay then,” Dr.
Reynolds said before he started talking to me again.
“Now that we’ve established that this is something that I can help you with today, what are you looking to get done?”
“I’m going to be doing a full-face rejuvenation procedure one week from today.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want me to do?”
“I’m sure,” I said back to him after I thought about it for a few moments longer before I was done talking to him again.
“I’m sure that’s what I want you to do.”
“Okay then,” Dr.
Reynolds said to me before he started talking to me again.
“Now that we’ve established that this is what you want me to do next week, let’s talk about when we’re going to get everything done.”
“I’m going to be doing everything on October 15th.”
“Are you okay with that date?”
he asked me as he looked over at me from across the desk we were sitting at next to each other right now.
“That’s my daughter’s birthday,” I said to him after I thought about it for a few moments longer before I was done talking to him again.
“I don’t know if I should be getting work done on her birthday…”
“It’s not a big deal,” Dr.
Reynolds said to me after he thought about what I had just said for a few moments longer before he was done talking to me again.
“It’s not like I have any other plans for that day or anything…”
“Then October 15th is fine,” I said back to him before I took a deep breath.
“October 15th is fine with me.”
“Great,” Dr.Reynolds said to me with a smile on his face before he was done talking to me again right now.
“Then let’s get everything scheduled for that date.”
I knew that this day would be coming eventually because my luck wasn’t good enough for it not to happen eventually at some point in time, but that didn’t mean that I had to be ready for this moment when it finally came—I wasn’t ready for this moment when it finally came at all, but that didn’t matter at this point in time because there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening now…
“So,” my daughter Emily asked me after she had taken a deep breath and looked over at me with a blank expression on her face at this point in time.
“What does Dad think about all of this?”
“He doesn’t know,” I said back to her as I looked over at her with my own blank expression on my face at this point in time.
“He doesn’t know anything about what’s going on or anything…”
“Are you ever going to tell him?”
Emily asked me after she thought about it for a few moments longer before she was done talking to me again at this point in time right now.
“No,” I said back to her after I thought about it for a few moments longer before I was done talking to her as well at this point in time right now.
“There’s no need for him to know anything about what’s happening or anything like that—I need to do this for myself and no one else…”
“So…” Emily said after she looked over at me as she took a deep breath before she was done talking to me.
“I guess that means that you talked with Dr.
Reynolds the other day…”
“I did,” I said back to her.
“I did talk with him the other day…he’s going to do everything for me next Wednesday.”
“Are you excited?”
“I’m not sure,” I said back to her.
“I think I’m more nervous than anything else right now.”
“Really?”
Emily asked me as she thought about what I had just said for a few moments longer before she was done talking to me.
“But why would you be nervous?
You’re going to look even more beautiful than you already are…”
“I don’t know about that,” I said back to her with a small smile on my face.
“I might already be too beautiful as it is—I can only imagine how much more beautiful I’ll be once I’m done with all of this…”
“Yeah,” Emily said back to me with a small laugh.
“But seriously though…isn’t it going to be weird when you’re older than Dad now?”
I don’t know,” I said back to her.
“It’s not like he’s ever going to notice or anything—I don’t think he’s ever going to notice that I’m getting older at all…”
“Yeah, but still,” Emily said back to me as she looked over at me.
“He’s always going to be older than you no matter what because you’re immortal and he’s not…”
“I guess that’s true,” I said back to her with a small laugh on my face.
“But we’ll worry about that when the time comes.”
“And besides,” Emily said back to me after she took a deep breath.
“Maybe there are some things that I can get done myself once I get older…like maybe some plastic surgery or something like that when I get older…”
/the end
I found myself lying in my bed in the middle of the night with a sick feeling in my stomach as I thought about the surgery that was going to be happening in just two days.
I had been so excited for the past few months—practically since I first got in touch with Dr.
Reynolds and decided that I wanted him to be the one who did the surgery for me—but now I wasn’t so sure.
I had started having nightmares just last week—or maybe even the week before then—about the surgery and what was going on there and I was starting to think that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the surgery after all.
I knew that I said that I wanted the surgery because I wanted everything between James and me to be fixed once and for all, but when it came down to it, was I really willing to go through with everything like I thought I was?
“Are you okay Mama?”
I heard Emily ask me as she opened the door and came into the room.
“You’ve been tossing and turning in your bed all night long…”
“Yeah,” I said back to her as I looked over at her.
“I’m not really sure what’s going on—my stomach has just been feeling weird all night long…I think there’s something wrong with me.”
“Are you sure you’re not just nervous about everything Mama?”
Emily asked me as she smiled at me gently.
“Because you don’t need to be—everything is going to be okay when you have the surgery on Wednesday.It’s going to make you so much prettier than you already are.”
“Thanks baby,” I said back to her as I returned her smile with one of my own.
“That means so much—thank you for always being here when things aren’t going so well…”
“Of course Mama,” Emily said back to me as she smiled at me gently before she was done talking.
“I’ve always got your back no matter what…”
“But what do you mean by that?
“Are you sure that there’s nothing else going on?”
Emily asked me as she looked over at me for a few moments.
“Because I’ve noticed that you’ve been really worried about this whole surgery thing for the past few weeks now…”
“Yeah, I know,” I said back to her.
“It’s just…sometimes I wonder if this is really necessary or not…”
“Of course it is,” Emily said back to me as she reached over and grabbed my hand.
“You always need to look the best you can Mama—it’s the only way!”
“But what if I’m already too old?”
I asked as I looked over at her.
“What if I’m just too old for anything like this?”
“Mama,” Emily said as she looked over at me.
“You’re never too old for anything like this—and besides, you need everything you can get so Dad will love you again…”
“Emily,” I said as I looked over at her.
“You know your father loves me…”
“Yeah,” Emily said as she looked over at me.
