She Called My Bluff!

determined I was and just go and get it done, my bluff was merely an
example of how far I would push to get my way. Her next comment got me,
Carol called my bluff, "Fine mike, I'll get it done, but I am going to hold
you to your promise, you are also going to get a full surgical makeover, we
are going to have the same size breasts and you are going to get feminised
so all the other girls will envy YOUR body"

We didn't speak for the rest of the evening, I sat in silence and abject
terror, trying to think of where I went wrong. I had screwed up and let my
hormones and fantasies trip me up. I didn't sleep, all I could think about
was how was I going to get out of this.

The following morning Carol was up early, I could hear her on the phone and
got out of bed to find out who she was speaking with. She was sitting in
the living room with my folder of information laying open in front of her.
As I walked in she looked up at me, "Well if it isn't my soon to be wife",
I cringed at this "Mike, I have been making some phone calls and looking at
the information you have got. I am not happy with your selection of
doctors so I have spoken to a friend of mine who is a very good plastic
surgeon with her own practice in Melbourne, I told her what you had
proposed and she would be more than happy to start both our transformations
on Monday, isn't that great!?"

I didn't know what to say, so I grunted and walked out of the room, I could
feel her sinister smile on my back. I deserved this, I had stuffed up and
was getting my punishment for going way too far. I avoided Carol for the
rest of the weekend, closing myself off to the world in my office,
immersing myself into stocks and shares.

Before I knew it Monday was here, I was so terrified that I spent the
morning vomiting. Carol showed me absolutely no sympathy, she packed our
bag and virtually dragged me out of the house. I was well and truly
screwed, in the mean time Carol was almost cheery. "Well Mike I know this