Sue Eaton - This Year's Model
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This Year's Model
Submission Date: 2005-05-06 By: Sue Eaton [Bi] [Clitorectomy] [Straight]
A model makes the ultimate sacrifice to look good.
Linda finished the photo session and went to the changing room with her friend Betsy. "He really liked your legs," said Betsy. "In fact he took more of your legs than all the girls. I wish I had legs like yours. I think that you'll get the part in their big campaign." Linda smiled. Yes, she had great legs, a perfect flat tummy produced by working out every day and a beautiful pert bum. She was sure that she would get the part of the girl in the new ad campaign. That meant money, travel, exotic locations, good hotels and her figure on billboards over the world.
After changing she went to see her agent to see if a decision had been made. It wasn't what she expected. "You mean Mavis got the job!" she wailed. "But her legs and figure is nowhere as good as mine are!"
"Well," said her agent, "that's right. The committee thought that your figure was just what they want. Except for one problem."
"What is that?" asked Linda.
"That is what they said about this in your bikini." said her agent passing over one of the photos from the photo session.
Linda looked at the photo. There, sure enough was the enormous bulge of her labia and hood, clearly visible in the photo of her in the tight bikini. "Well, every girl's got that," she said.
Her agent passed across some other photos of different girls. Although there were little creases there was nothing so obviously female in their pictures. "You see," said her agent "they don't want anything quite so," he paused as he thought for diplomatic words, "quite so aggressively female in the pudenda department."
Linda went home very upset. Her career seemed blighted. That evening in the gym she observed the other women in the shower. They all had minimal obviously female labia. "Like a modern Swedish design," she thought. Hers were luxuriant like some delicate orchid, with giant red lips and a huge pink tongue.
Next day she called the doctor who had arranged her boob job and asked for an appointment with her plastic surgeon. Two days she arrived at his office and was ushered into his consulting room. Linda explained the problem with some difficulty. "You mean," said the doctor "that you want me to see if I can perform labia reduction?" Linda confirmed that was what she wanted. Next she undressed for an examination. The doctor sat her on the examination table and she opened her legs. Did she hear a gasp? Yes, even the normally unemotional doctor was excited by the beauty of her labia.
"Well," said the doctor, "it is possible, but I prefer not to do this kind of operation. If you don't mind I'll ask my colleague, Dr Rosswell."
Linda had no objection, but was surprised to find that Dr Rosswell was a middle aged woman, rather short and dumpy, with short cropped hair and a very abrupt manner.
"Yes," said Dr Rosswell. "A simple operation, but I recommend a removal of the hood and clitoris as well. Then you will achieve a completely smooth appearance. No unsightly bumps or lumps."
Linda asked for some time to consider this. Losing her clit sounded drastic, but on reflection she thought that her career was more more important than a few seconds of pleasure.
She agreed to the operation.
This was carried out under a full anesthetic by Dr Rosswell at her private clinic. Dr Rosswell and her nurses all looked forward to these operations, especially on young women as beautiful as Linda, where they could fondle them and play with them as they slept.
It took Linda almost two months to fully heal, but she was soon back at work. With a smooth crotch she was perfect for the sexless adverts for thongs and panties. She didn't mind the lack of sex while she worked.
Then after a couple of years the work dried up. Her agent told her that agencies were now looking for models that looked more like women. Linda spent the rest of her life sexless and working in a fast food restaurant.