Emily's appointment with Luke was in a few hours. She wasn't as nervous as she had been yesterday, since he'd guaranteed her privacy. She was actually looking forward to seeing him. Now, she stood in front of her mirror topless, with her hands covering her 42 DDD breasts.
She didn't like looking at herself topless, or even naked for that matter. She wanted to see what Luke would see, and to also prepare herself for any looks of disgust or rude remarks.
Emily turned her back to the mirror and looked back at herself. There it was; the main source of all her insecurities. She touched the surface of the smooth, thickened flesh on her shoulder and wondered what he would really think of her deformity.
She could usually tell when people were horrified by the mark on her body, even when they didn't say a word. Their eyes would give it away. "What would his eyes tell her?" she wondered. She had already gone this far; there was no point in regretting her decision now. It was time to take the first step towards her new body.
It was a hot and humid Saturday afternoon. Emily didn't want to go through the hassle of straightening her hair, just so her sweat and the humidity could make her look like she was having the worst hair day.
Instead she applied a palm full of mousse to her hair and let her natural curls do the rest of the work. The soft curls in her hair suited her nicely and had it not been for the loose black t-shirt she wore over her tight black jeans, she would have definitely caught the eyes of a few men that day.
Emily arrived at Twisted Ink, relieved to find the block vacant of Barbie girls. She smiled to herself and entered the shop. She walked in almost expecting the Barbie girls to come out from hiding and yell, "Ha, fooled you...we're in here today!" As silly as this thought seemed, she scared herself a little thinking that it might actually be true.
She walked slowly towards the waiting room and peeked into the spacious workplace. No one was in sight. "Thank goodness." she thought.
It was eerily silent. She had at least expected to see Liz, but there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Hello?" she called out, wondering if Luke had forgotten about his appointment with her.
"I'll be right there!" a muffled voice yelled from behind the black curtains.
Luke drew the curtains aside and stepped out.
"Hey!" he said smiling at her. "You're a little early, sorry I wasn't there to meet you."
"It's okay, I was wondering if you had forgotten about our appointment." she smiled, showing off her full, soft lips.
"No. Never!"
She laughed and was beginning to feel more comfortable in his presence. He was wearing a white Nirvana t-shirt and dark green shorts. She took notice of a beautiful Koi tattoo on his left leg; probably done by Ethan.
"That's a beautiful tattoo." she said, with her eyes still fixed on the highly detailed piece.
"Oh thank you. It's the first tattoo that Ethan did on me. I'm thinking of adding more to the design."
"It's really impressive!"
"Well, he's one of the best!" he smiled. "We're just going to have to find you something equally impressive."
He motioned for her to follow him to the back room and drew the black curtains aside for her. She had always wondered what was back there and she was about to find out. She followed him down the long dark hallway where she saw many closed doors along the sides of both walls. He led her to the last door which was slightly ajar. He held the door open for her and she stepped into the brightly lit room.
To the front of the room was a reclining chair and a large work station with many tattooing instruments neatly arranged. She didn't know their function but the neat arrangements gave her the impression that Luke was serious about his art form and would do his best to ensure her satisfaction.
The entire left wall was covered with a mirror, where three dark velvet couches were aligned against it. On the opposite wall were posters of what she assumed were his favorite bands. She was familiar with and loved many of them: The Deftones, Rage Against The Machine, Kittie, (hed) P.E., and Slipknot.
She followed him to the back of the room where a few, fat, black folders were piled on top of a huge metal table. He grabbed one of the folders and flipped through it, set it aside and finally pulled out the last folder in the stacked pile.
