Plastic Surgery 2010

            Though I'm involved in what's available in body enhancement now, I began to consider what the future could offer. I decided to let my mind wander a bit, based on some experimental things in the pipeline. Consequently, what follows is fiction. It's not true. However, this may reflect the way plastic surgery is practiced in the future.

             HOG-ing It

I was starting to come around. I vaguely felt myself surrounded by some type of cocoon. I sort of remembered being told to expect this before I went under for the surgery. I was in what they called a HOG suit, meaning homeostatic osmotic gradient control. It was supposed to prevent pain, speed healing, prevent bruising and swelling, and at the same time, set the permanent tan they'd embedded in my skin.

I knew once I emerged from these bandages, I'd be transformed into the body I dreamed about but thought I could never obtain. It certainly wasn't cheap; it depleted my savings. But, I was sure it would be worth it.

            I thought back to how it all started. I had slaved over the weights and dieted like it was some kind of chemistry experiment. I counted every gram of anything that went into my mouth and recorded the time I ate it. Yet, nothing was going to Make Up for the fact that I had inherited my DNA from the shallow side of the gene pool. Then, I ran into a former classmate. I couldn't believe it was the same person. She'd always had a weight problem and terrible skin. Now, she looked like something from a Playboy centerfold. It was more important to find out how she did this than to score; I had to learn her secret. It was easier than I thought. She was eager to share the fact that she had just returned from the AesthoTec Surgery Clinic, the place that had worked the miracles. She gave me the number and I made an appointment.

             Surgical Robots

When I walked through the front door, it looked like the entire staff had descended from Mt. Olympus. These people were like statues of the Greek gods come to life. I was ushered into an office and given forms to fill out. The desired physique questionnaire was like a menu of my dreams. I quickly checked the choices: Physique type desired- Delicate, Athlete, Bodybuilder.  I figured I might as well get my money's worth and checked Bodybuilder. The rest was easy. Skin color desired- Bronze. Hair color- Black. And so on. 

            Next came the examination. I lay down on this Plexiglas table and felt myself entering a tunnel in which I was scanned from head to toe with reading of my bone density, muscle mass, fat percentage and skin thickness. All this was being fed into a computer for my future surgery. Next, the ideal measurements were fed in and the program that would guide the surgical robots during the actual procedure was generated.

            When surgery day arrived, I checked into the clinic. Apparently, it would only be an overnight stay. The steps that would be taken were explained and I was wheeled to the OR. It wasn't what I was expecting. I was the only real person in the room with all these high-tech machines with arms and cameras. Each of the arms seemed to have a different instrument or laser attached. The doctors who spoke to me were just images on screens. I slowly started to lose consciousness. That was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the HOG suit. As my eyes started to clear, I saw my operative report on one of the screens.

Pre and Post of Diagnosis: Somatic Dissatisfaction

Procedures: Laser Fat Elimination, MusculoCable Muscle Implantation, Permanent Skin Pigmentation

Patient is placed in the rotation harness and anesthetized. Surgery to be carried out under the computer guidance of his personal evaluation program BJN-666. Using the Liposuctionator laser 1.0, body adipose composition is reduced to a permanent six percent. MusculoCable grafting is then performed under the direction of template program BB-69. The grafts are seen to successfully cross-link with the patient's own muscle fibers. The micro-pigmentation wrap is applied and activated. Upon completion of procedure, patient is transferred to a Homeostatic Oncotic Gradient suit for recuperation.

As I finish reading the report, a nurse checks on me and tells me I'll remain in the suit until the next morning.

At Last...

The time has finally arrived. They've released me from the suit and I'm   standing in front of the mirror looking at my dreams come true. I'm big and ripped with this unbelievable tan. I go through some flexes just to prove to myself that it's really my reflection. Let's see what this body will do. I reach down to just lift the end of the bed off the floor. It doesn't budge. I try again.  Same results. It dawns on me that it's just the look. I'm no stronger than I was before. I turn back to the mirror and check myself out again. I smile and think to myself,  "What the hell. It's the look that counts."