A Crude Mask
This patient has gone out of their way to find me as I am the only doctor in this region who would perform an operation like this for vanity purposes. Of course, they can try 3rd world nations filled with less scrupulous clinicians but you get what you pay for in those instances and why take unnecessary risk? The rich black woman confesses to me in tears her deformity: her eyes being too far apart. She profusely thanks me for being the only surgeon in North America that offers this procedure in circumstances such as hers. To re-adjust her eyes requires an orbital box osteotomy –that’s when you cut apart the skull, starting with the center of the face in-between the eyes, and you pull it apart- typically, this is performed on a tumor or similar life-threatening problems but it can be done for cosmetic purposes. How fortunate it is that science has advanced to such a degree to cure the incurable of temperamental maladies. Not long afterwards as I perform the surgery I make sure the nurse’s aren’t looking as I spit into the open wound on her skull.
I became a medical professional to live out my fantasies. During those exams and upon that operating table I am able to have a sense of power I never held before frisking the fragile bodies of the old and young, especially the young. The young teenager having an appendix removed is splayed before me, light illuminating their most delicate parts and the little belly protruding, I am so aroused when I make the first incision that I make sure to have every surgery recorded for my personal enjoyment later. As the years pass I consider going into surgery for the transgender community. It’s a thriving industry. We’re converting patients in the hundreds practically daily. There, I would be afforded the ability live out those later fantasies by crudely cutting away the testicles and breast tissue. It is a dream of mine to perform this surgery on a married couple and allow them to bleed out after I have severed the cock and balls of the man and the breasts of the woman and swapping the body parts between them. The penis crudely stapled atop the clitoris and kept erect with a pencil found on the floor, the breasts sewn over the pectorals with discarded twine and made fatter with empty perfume bottles and the collected pus from previous surgeries I have kept secure for such an occasion. There would be that supreme moment where I allow the anesthesia to wear of, greeting them as they awake in pain. In death I would embrace my role; as the devil's surgeon.