Evelyn moved into town taking over a class while the teacher was away having a baby. No one knew her and she would be moving on at the end of the year so she felt confident consulting a local surgeon for cosmetic surgery after dreaming for some time of having her small breasts enlarged.
Every onerous task had been completed at the end of the school year so from now on every hour would be her own time or so she thought.
Andrew left high school that year without the expected results and nursed a grudge against his tutor. Working at the hospital as a penance, imposed by his father for the poor results, he discovered her little secret.
Breaking into the hospital computer he changed the consultant's notes for her surgery, adding some little adjustments. Each day he made some changes becoming carried away with the game.
Eventually a complete new identity had been built to justify the new body shape until she was no longer a teacher but a porn star from California.
As the date came round for her surgery he realized he had gone too far and signed on to change everything back to what it had originally specified.
"Damn! They've changed the password." He said to himself. Trying the administrators and everyone's in the office didn't help, the records were locked down.
He laughed to himself. "It won't be done. It's too ridiculous. The consultant will see they have been changed and put them right." He sighed to himself, only half convinced. He sat for awhile wondering if the changes could be traced back to him.
The consultant was too busy to meet and greet Evelyn before surgery as an important golf game had come up organized by a pharmaceutical company. It was just a routine case so the surgeon would take care of things from the notes.
***
Miss Evelyn Simpson awoke to find herself still bandaged but no longer in hospital. She lay there wondering where she was for this wasn't her apartment either.
The door opened and a young man walked in. In a befuddled state she didn't recognize him as one of her students.
"So you are awake at last. You had better take this it's the last of your pills. The hospital gave you." Andrew told her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked. Her mouth was dry and she felt so tired it was difficult to concentrate.
"This is my parent's house. The hospital phoned to come and pick you up. Don't you remember?" Andrew said.
She shook her head and regretted it. The room span around causing her to feel sick. "Why would the hospital phone you?" She asked.
"There was an emergency, a big crash on the freeway, and they needed all the beds in your ward. You must have had their number in your purse or written the wrong number in the notes. Any way they collected you and brought you here. You were about to be discharged anyway." He lied.
Andrew had finally cracked the computer password after the surgery. He had been in a panic for the consultant would be looking in on her yesterday afternoon. He upped the date for discharge and added that her brother was collecting her.
Yesterday morning was fraught with danger as he collected his teacher from hospital, expecting any moment to be found out.
In a daze Evelyn let the nurse wheel her out to his car. "I don't think she should be going home just yet despite what the notes say." The nurse told him. "I'll phone the consultant."
"It's OK. Mom is a nurse and she's worked post surgery for years. She'll look after sis." Andrew said, hoping awkward questions wouldn't be asked.
The nurse was called away just in time. He signed the papers and a young nurse who didn't seem to care if the patient was dead or alive wheeled her out.
"Here take this and you'll be fine." He told her.
She swallowed the pill then thought to ask what it was. He told her it was a sleeping pill but she was already drifting off.
***
Sitting beside the bed reading a book he watched her eyes flicker open. "I'm Andrew remember me telling you yesterday?" he asked.
"Yes, I remember now, Andrew from my class. Was it yesterday? Have I been out of it a whole day? Can you call your mother for me?" She asked.
"She's away. They went away to Europe for a few weeks." He said. Not adding he would have gone with them if she had tutored him better this last year.
"Who's been looking after me then?" She said in surprise.
"I have. Since you arrived I've been looking after you." He told her, expecting some thanks.
The implications started to sink in. "But what about. I mean, how did I get to the bathroom?"
"I managed to get you to the bathroom eventually. I changed the sheets once and you used a bed pan once." He told her sourly. He hadn't anticipated that in his plan at all.
Looking a embarrassed at the idea of it she nevertheless bowed to the inevitable. "I'm sorry but I need to go. I need help to get there." She said raising an arm for him to hold onto. It wasn't enough he had to wrap his arms around her and lift.
With one arm around her they managed to shuffle there. "The hospital shouldn't have let you take me away. Your not family your one of my pupils. What happened, how did this happen?" She asked. Although there was no one else she knew in this town it was improper for a young man to be looking after her in this helpless state.
"An administration fault I guess." He didn't add he had seen plenty of errors for he dare not reveal he had worked there.
Unable to even lift the loose shift covering her naked body she asked him for help. Unable to wait until he left she suddenly let loose a hot stream into the pan. Without a chance to stop him he unexpectedly wiped her between the legs with a tissue. So embarrassed was she her mouth flapped without a word leaving her throat.
On the away back to bed she wondered what he had done to her last night. Back in bed she was so exhausted she lay their supine nodding off to sleep. He began to sponge her down without protest not having the strength to stop him.
On waking later she felt more refreshed for the sleeping pills had started to wear off. She was hungry and the appetite ruled her head as she tucked into a bowl of soup.
"Its delicious, it's home made isn't it. And this Cabata is gorgeous."
"
I'll get rid of these crumbs then get you another drink." He told her.
W
ith the sheets off the bed she watched him shake them but was surprised when he laid them on the floor. With a little anxiety she watched him squeeze out a cloth and sponge. She didn't know what to say but lay there feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. He had obviously done this a few times before.
After all, the bandages seemed to protect her person more than a bikini would at the beach. His touch was soothing and she especially liked it when he massaged her back. Up until then she had only been faintly aware of what he was doing to her with the drugs keeping her compliant.
This was different, she was fully awake and it seemed wrong. Nice, but wrong for one of her students to be bathing her in bed.
"I need to go to the bathroom. Do you mind giving me a lift out of bed? I can make it the rest of the way." She stated, trying to sound confident.
She leaned on him to the bathroom but thankfully managed by herself once there. On the way back from the toilet she stopped before a mirror, which had been deliberately uncovered for her to notice the bandages.
He had become impatient wanting to unveil the new Miss Evelyn Simpson. Looking at herself in the mirror she asked. "Why are there so many bandages over my body? Surely they should have just covered my, I mean just the one set."
"Let's get back to your room. We can look at the notes." He said. Sitting on a chair out of reach he read out the notes that he had tampered with just a couple of weeks ago. The expected operation was read out only he didn't mention their new dimensions. He softened his voice feeling guilty.
"The waist has been reduced. The thighs reduced too"
She looked at him still unsure of what was going on, not wanting to believe it.
"Are you sure?" She asked. "There must have been some mistake. All I wanted. Well you know now." She said.
"I had better check my body with those notes and see what the hell those idiots have been up to. You can help with these bandages." Privacy gave way to expediency for she was intent on finding out what they had done to her.
He helped roll the bandages away from her torso as she couldn't manage them. Not caring that he was stripping her naked she just wanted to see what had been done to her figure.
He helped her up off the bed to stand before a mirror.
Supported by him she looked in amazement at this new body that hardly looked real. "It's a mistake, surely." She whispered.
Her breasts had implants inserted as she had wanted only they were huge. She noticed a scar under both ribs where the waist had been reduced to an extraordinary degree. Her breasts were sculpted massive over the tiny waist. Her body looked out of proportion like some bizarre doll.
Her thighs had been reduced which was something else she hadn't asked for. Her legs looked long and thin unable to support the top heavy figure.
He helped her into bed while she asked in a daze. "What happened? This is not what I discussed with the consultant."
She was not listening to him as he explained quietly what had been done.
