Cheyenne, being the wonderful friend that she is, accompanied me wail i made an apointment at the plastic surgery station in Nashville. The thought of surgeons cutting my body into pieces with sharp tools and touching my insides was unpleasant. i know that the surgeon has to explain, in detail, exactly how he is going to preform the procedure, it's the law. Being horrified, i was going to beg him to make an exception for me. sure, a boob job isn't the most risky procedure, but it freaked me out!
The secretary lead us to Dr. Herman's office. the walls of his office were lined with collage degrees and photos of pleased patients. "Dr. Herman will join you in a few moments." the secretary informed us wail walking out of the room. Cheyenne pointed to a photo hanging on the wall near the door "kayla, check this out." i looked at the photo "is that Cher?" i asked. "look, it's even autographed." i read the writing aloud "To Dr. Herman, i'm pleased with the results. thank you. love, Cher." i started to feel slightly comfortable. this surgeon worked on cher, and she's gorgeous! i have nothing to worry about, right? "i wonder what she had done.." Cheyenne said. "please take a seat, ladies." Dr. Herman said, entering the room. we did as we were told. "what can i do for you, mrs?" he said, taking off his plastic gloves.
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