Surgery Salon

As if a great weight had been lifted from my cavities, Lady U! A swarm of surgeons (three) accompanied by a team of five nurses lulled me to sleep for the 2.5 hours of my surgery! Imagine, all those capable hands tinkering with my innards, prying away the biohazards to dump them aside and condemn them to a pathology lab!

When all was said, done and excised, my womb lay like a festive turkey borne apart from my tissues, scrapped forever, never to be plaguing me no more!

I now sport a bikini cut like a starlet's grin across my pubic area. Loosened from the grip of 15 staples it smiles coyly upon the world out there, secured by steristrips.

Truly, I do feel like Posh after another one of her tarty liasions with the plastic surgeons, but I am blonder.

Paradoxically,unwomaned, I yet stand a newer, firmer woman with a void dreaming to grow another organ, but what shall it be, o Lady U? An organ of sincerity? Perseverance? Courage? Or, wild to speak, honesty? I must now consider an intelligent husbandry of my innards so that whatever cells come, they shape themselves honorably.