Day One
"Miss, umm," the doctor glances at the papers on her desk, "Miss Shimizu, you must understand that this procedure is experimental. We have obtained permission to begin tests on humans since our tests on animals were not harmful in anyway and show great promise." The woman tilts her head down a little, lowers her glasses farther down her nose to look at me carefully. She looks like the kindly old family doctor, perhaps sixty years old, gray hair in a short bob style, warm smile.
I shift in my seat uncertainly. I had answered an advertisement to earn money testing new cosmetics. The money sounded great. The word "experimental" had not been in the ad. After all, this is a world famous East Coast USA medical university.
"Doctor," I began uncertainly, "I trust there is no danger or you could not be offering this, right?"
The woman folds her hands together on the desk, looks me straight in the eyes. "Rest assured, no harm of any sort occurred in any of our studies. This is only a safe cosmetic procedure. You will be paid $500 for each treatment. We are on the verge of producing a product worth many millions of dollars a year, perhaps much more. I'll be perfectly honest. The original concept was a product that removed body fat wherever the patient chose, as little or as much as desired with simple injections, no surgery. That was a failure. We lost our funding. By a fortunate accident, we discovered that we could add body fat, almost the opposite of the original concept. Permanent, not temporary as with collagen treatments. Cosmetic surgery could be changed for the better. If a woman desires to enhance her breasts, shape her cheeks, or plump her lips, it would be simple and easy." She pauses for effect I think, "Cosmetic procedures are a sixteen billion dollars a year industry in the USA alone."
If I weren't sitting, I might have collapsed. "This is huge!" I think. Just the cosmetic uses could make everyone involved extremely wealthy and famous. Visions of me on TV talk shows, job offers as a fashion model flash through my mind.
I'm a normal woman. Few wouldn't like a larger cup size, except perhaps Roseann Barr and Oprah Winfrey. I'm twenty-three years old but am often asked for an ID in a bar. I'm Japanese, delicate features, and rather petite. I'm quite proud of my hair which I keep shiny and flows down my back almost to my hienie. I only have the dead ends trimmed occasionally and love it long. Some people think I'm a teenager. I'm not quite five feet tall and try to keep my weight below one hundred and eleven pounds so I can wear a US size two dress. But I'm not happy that I have B cup breasts. At least I haven't been mistaken for a boy since high school!
"Exactly what are we talking about?" I ask as calmly as I could.
"I've reviewed the papers from your primary care physician that you gave us. You've already had the blood test that we requested. We accept very few volunteers of specific characteristics.. You are in excellent health and your DNA is the sort that is appropriate, so you only need to sign the consent forms and we can begin. You will be given injections that will increase your breast size in a gradual safe manner," she droned on sounding almost bored.
Oh! There is a separate study that might interest you. That pays $500 too." she explains, lays a stack of papers and a pen in front of me, and sits back. It's not important, slight modifications to enlarge blood capillaries, enhance nerve sensitivity, very interesting effects deserving more study. Various neurological ailments could be corrected. You should consider signing up for that too. You would stay at our clinic without charge for the room and... ummm... provisions. I believe that you indicated that you have no dependents, partner or even a pet, and your family lives on the West Coast, so staying at the clinic should be fine for you, correct?"
"Yes. Excellent," I agree and started signing, not bothering to read more than a couple words per page. She stands and shows me where to sign and initial on each page.
"Both studies?" she asks. I nod and she adds another pile of papers to be signed.
"Very well Miss Shimizu ," she says as she puts the papers in a folder with 'Akiko Shimizu, #47 C and S' on the label. "Please follow me."
We leave her office and walk down a corridor past a nurses' station. She nods to one particular nurse who stands and follows us to exam room 4.
There is a perfectly normal examination room, typical padded table, a few odd looking devices, but clean and smells like antiseptic cleansers. They weigh me, take my blood pressure, all normal.
"Please undress completely and hop on the table," she instructs as she and the nurse wash their hands, put on latex gloves, and begin preparing the unusual equipment that I noticed before. I fold my clothes, place them on a shelf, and hop on the table. "Please lay on your back Miss Shimizu."
The doctor uses a simple tape measure on my breasts. I've had bras custom fit before so it is not a surprise that my B cups produce the measurements of a two inch difference between my bust line and rib cage just under my bosom. Measuring across my breast is only eight inches. I know this. I'm a B cup. What shocks me is the nurse using a pair of calipers to measure my labia lips and clitoris! Wow! Good heavens! Who measures those? I learn I have .32 inch thick lips at their thickest and a .29
inch thick, .37 inch tall clit from base to tip. I look up puzzled, then they remind me that I volunteered for the second study. All of this is recorded in my file.
I really start paying attention to the equipment now. One device looks like a half of a hollow glass volleyball with a rubber lip at the bottom, tiny hoses everywhere, and a larger hose attached at the top. As they handle it, I see it contains dozens, perhaps hundreds of needles inside, some a quarter inch long, others an inch, others perhaps two inches. Another device baffles me. It looks like a small hair curling iron but with the clamp open I see it also contains many needles. Both devices have a small phial of some milky colored fluid attached. The nurse and doctor are pushing buttons or something and a rain of many tiny squirts drop into the towel on the table where they work. I get a little nervous.
"Don't be alarmed Miss Shimizu ," the doctor advises calmly, "These are simple tools to give multiple injections at once. You wouldn't want to be here all day for a few hundred injections, would you? We can give you a mild sedative if you like but they're only pinpricks. You'll hardly feel a thing and we'll be finished in ten minutes."
"A few hundred injections?" I think. "Uh, no, no sedative. I'll be fine if you say so," I state emphatically trying to reassure myself more than anything else. She smiles.
Continuing to smile warmly, the doctor attaches a hose to the hollow ball and connects that to a vacuum pump. I watch curiously as she places it over my left breast and starts the pump. My eyes widen as my breast is pulled into it and the ball seals to my flesh around my breast. The doctor presses a button near the phial and I watch the fluid empty from the phial, obviously into my bosom.
The nurse surprisingly pulls my labia lips open, slips the rod part in me horizontally, and closes the clamp part around my left lip. She also presses a button and again the phial empties. My mouth drops open but I say nothing. It really wasn't a big deal just as they said.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" the ever smiling doctor asks. Then she removes the hollow ball, replaces the phial with a full one, and does the same thing to my right breast while the nurse injects my other labia lip. They are finished in a couple minutes.
"This next part must be done manually. It takes a little longer," the doctor explains as both of them inject my clitoris with normal hypodermics needles. This stings but is not horrible. It seems to take forever and I lose count of the injections at twenty I think.
"Now for the second procedure," the smiling doctor says she and the nurse remove their normal medical latex gloves and put on the largest rubber gloves I've ever seen. These look industrial and cover their arms completely up to their elbows. The doctor opens a small jar very gingerly. Perhaps it's expensive and she wants to be careful. Both the doctor and nurse carefully use forceps and gauze pads to get a sort of cream from the jar. Oddly they lean back as if to stay away from the cream as they paint my breasts and labia lips with it. They open me gently and apply the cream inside my lips too. I find this odd but soothing after the injections. In a few seconds it makes me tingle in a rather pleasant way.
"OK Miss Shimizu. You're finished," the doctor states while the nurse cleans equipment. "I will show you to your room in a minute. Oh! By the way, you'll want to wear these," she mentions casually while getting a packet laying on the cabinet and hands it to me.
I open it and look inside. There is a black latex strapless bra. It looks too large. I shrug but imagine it might have to do with bleeding from hundreds of needles or something. Next I pull out the other item and almost throw it at her in disgust. It is a pair of black latex panties with an obscene rubber dildo about an inch thick four inches long built in.
"Is this a joke or something?" I almost shout. "You can't expect me to wear these. Why? What's the point?"
"Miss Shimizu!" she states as if shocked. "We are professionals. Those are medical necessities for your comfort. Let me show you," and she gets her measuring tape again. The nurse follows her lead and gets the calipers.
