Her Last and Only Hope.

[Exodus]

Certainly, of all of the people sitting in the waiting room, Anna looked the most out of place. Her long legs, covered only by dark stockings, swung back and forth, the toe of her shoes just barely skimming the ground while her brightly coloured fingernails glinted under the flourescents as she nervously played with the pleated hem of her skirt; Her blonde hair was tied back in ribbons, her wavy pigtails the finishing touch on her appearance, a dead giveaway for her youth and highschool status. There was one man in the waiting room (she couldn’t help but notice as he kept shooting curious glances at her), and the rest of the patients were women, much older than she. This was a plastic surgery clinic, and it seemed that she was the only person that was not middleaged waiting for the doctor. Gazing around the room, ignoring the strange looks she was getting, Anna was keeping a mental note of the time in her head, the time seeming to tick past incredibly slowly. She had been waiting for this consultation appointment for weeks with great anticipation, and when the baffled nurse finally came forward to call her name, the schoolgirl practically leapt from her chair, relieved to be following the nurse into the examination room. She wondered if she should take off her clothes and asked, and with a scandalised tone in her voice the nurse informed her that it wasn’t necessary, after all this was only a consultation – there would be no actual work being done today.

Left alone to wait, Anna began to fidget. She had done everything she could think of to tame her impossible libido, and surgery was her last hope. It seemed that within the past six months, sex had completely overwhelmed her entire world. She had gone from curious to obsessed, constantly craving and fantasizing to the point where she was literally falling behind in her classes. Gradution was coming up, and a boy she had loved since middle school had finally asked her out – it was every girl’s dream to give her virginity to her first love on prom night, but the intensity of her boiling hormones had finally driven her over the edge several weeks earlier. She had thought that maybe satisfying the urges herself would help, but masturbation gave her little relief; foreplay with guys had been intensely gratifying, but it hadn’t taken long for her to get carried away by her lust, and her male partners had only been too happy to oblige. Sex was amazing, she was orgasm obsessed! Between classes, afterschool, in the park, in the alley – she couldn’t stop herself. She had been having too much fun to care until Matthew had asked her to the prom, and she suddenly realised that she had become... a slut. He was such a nice guy, liked by everyone, such a gentleman- there was no way he would be interested in a girl like her. She was devastated, and wished she could take it all back.

It was an episode of Nip/Tuck that had offered her salvation, and here she was, ready to beg the plastic surgeon to ignore her age and restore her virginity. Surely, she thought, that would slow down her desires, at least long enough for her heal and then offer herself to Matthew. Being in a state of constant arousal, the idea of going months now without the new found ecstasy that was sex was absolutely painful, but she was determined.
She knew the operation was expensive, and that she was also considered underage. Parental consent was about as likely as was saving up for plastic surgery, but she had to try.

 

[Exodus]

Now that she was alone in the exam room, waiting for the doctor, Anna began to really worry about her chances of convincing this doctor to help her. Her annoying, buzzing hormones and schoolgirl crush, however, were enough to keep her from running out the door. Finally, finally, there was a polite knock at the door before the click of the latch, and all of her waiting had come to an end. She smiled widely as the doctor, who was a lot younger than she was expecting, entered the room. He was sort of handsome, in asort of distinguished sort of way, and she could already feel the blood begin to rush in her veins as she took in his tall stature and impressive white coat, a traditional symbol of success and dignity. "Hi!" She chirped nervously, and again began to swing her legs. If it wasn't for the exam table being so tall, she was sure it would have felt like he was towering over her. Instead, they were nearly at eye level, and she couldn't help but notice that he looked sort of nervous. He seemed to be taking a wide turn as he walked around her to face her directly, his clipboard held rather stiffly, almost like a shield of sorts. She tilted her head, her soft, blonde curls drifting across her shoulders as she considered the strange atmosphere. He sort of reminded her of the way guys looked when they had been interested in her, though of course there was something different that came with age. He didn't seem comfortable meeting her eyes, and while he was not staring at her, there was something odd about the way his eyes skipped over her small frame.

"I'm Anna." She said lamely, very purposely avoiding his question about her age. She smiled up at him, watching as he flipped through her charts, looking to see if the nurse had taken any notes; she hadn't given the nurse that kind of information however and had only booked a general appointment, she had been much too embarrassed to say it. Now that she was sitting here, facing him, she was not exactly sure how to word it. Shifting her gaze to her hands, which had returned to playing with the hem of her skirt, she shrugged her shoulders sort of awkwardly. "I... I want you to fix something..."

 

[Exodus]

His assumption had been correct and had earned a small sound of embarrassment, the young girl's face flushing a brilliant pink. How had he guessed so easily? Did she look loose, or easy? Was it true that after having sex men could just tell? She had heard that sex made one look more mature, and that the opposite sex was instinctively attracted to that aura, but she hadn't believed it. Despite her sudden bad behaviour, her parents had not seemed to notice and neither had her girl friends. As he was looking through her charts she chanced a glance up at him and felt a small thrill of arousal surge through her - perhaps it was his age and experience that made it so easy for him to tell? "He's not my boyfriend..." She mumbled softly, her fingers tightening around the hem of her skirt, more colour rising in her cheeks. "I don't know what happened... I couldn't stop myself... It just kept happening" God, this was so embarrassing, but didn't he need all the facts? If he was going to do the procedure...

But he wasn't, he said so. Just as easily as he had been able to tell what she had wanted, he could see very plainly that she was barely past her eighteenth birthday. It felt as if her heart had dropped into the bottom of her stomach, and she felt her eyes begin to water. It wasn't fair! She had been waiting for this appointment for weeks now, she had sworn off sex and hadn't gotten off in nearly two days, and now she was here and her body was humming with need, and he was so handsome, and he alone held the key to happiness and salvation. "Please!" She wailed, and leaned forward off the table, her knees rubbing together. She clasped her hands together, literally begging him now. "My parents don't even know! They can't! And I don't have any money, and...and..." It was then that she noticed that he was shifting around almost as much as she was now, clearly uncomfortable. Within the past few months she had learned to recognize when a guy was aroused, it made for an easy hookup without any complicated questions, and he was definitely feeling something. Her eyes finally locked with his, and she stared hard at him, trying desperately to evaluate her chances of being right on this. God, this was so pathetic, so embarrassing, but she was desperate, and thanks to her hormones, in more than one way. It would be wrong of her, immodest and deceitful and selfish, to take advantage of what she was sure was at the very least, mild arousal... But what could she do? Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs a bit, jsut far enough that could fit her hands between them, gripping the table so that she could lean forward a bit, knowing that she would look very provocative. "Please, doctor... I'm desperate!"