Imago Interrupted
After two nose surgeries, liposuction, breast augmentation, and a barrage of beauty treatments, Margaret was almost...perfect. One more treatment and she’d finally be beautiful, breathtakingly so, like her childhood friend, Diana. No more being Diana’s “plain” friend - the one men ignored.
After this, they’d want her. After all this, in Margaret delusional mind, she'd achieve synchronicity.
“Hold still, Margaret. Almost done.” Dr. Frank said, making one last injection. The miasma of nitro seeped eerily from the cryotank.
The needle’s contents crept through Margaret’s veins. Laced with stem cells, the treatment promised to regenerate Margaret’s face to a youthful state.
Margaret mumbled.
“Don’t move. You’ll cause damage.” Dr. Frank clipped, blotting blood from her face.
Margaret’s mouth opened in pain. “Ahhhh.”
“Do not oscitate!” Dr. Frank shouted.
Margaret’s mouth opened in pain. “Ahhhh.”
“Do not oscitate!” Dr. Frank shouted.
Margaret panicked eyes glanced at his nurse. Her worried expression mirrored Margaret’s. Not good.
Dr. Frank cursed, snatching more gauze.
Margaret felt her lips become uncomfortably plump. Her forehead stretched far too much; underneath her tendons felt torn. She hadn’t planned for this; the horrifying lacuna where everything went terribly wrong. She wanted to scream.
Too late.
In the end, Margaret's beautification efforts were futile.
Truth be told, they were downright ugly.
Margaret felt her lips become uncomfortably plump. Her forehead stretched far too much; underneath her tendons felt torn. She hadn’t planned for this; the horrifying lacuna where everything went terribly wrong. She wanted to scream.
Too late.
In the end, Margaret's beautification efforts were futile.
Truth be told, they were downright ugly.
That's it! I'm adding this one to my Hallucinating Housewives #FF. Fun stuff. Looking forward to reading the others. :)
Mina B.
