Vanessa Kirby Plastic Surgery Novels & Stories

He'll probably bend on his knees in front of Ethan someday. I wonder what went wrong in the rejection. Did I skip some important details? But watching Ethan staring outside the window at the vehicles passing by, sitting next to me, I feel content. I don't feel like running away from him anymore, because I got a plan now. Sex change. Yes. I will convince Ethan for a sex reassignment surgery. I'll get his testicles and cock removed for a vagina. I'll find the best doctor who can do uterus surgery so that in future Ethan can conceive.

Vanessa's been live on TikTok the whole time, documenting every step of the process. From the spa to the car ride, the limo entrance, and now our glam session. Her fans are going wild, showering her comments with compliments and emojis. "Okay, everyone," she says, holding up a phone to capture our freshly made-up faces. "Get ready for the ultimate prom transformation! Kimberly is about to get her hair done, and it's gonna be..."MAGICAL"!" I smiled, rolling my eyes. Even though I pretend to be annoyed, I secretly love the attention.

Only by completing Damon's mission could she make a glamorous comeback and trample that despicable woman, Amber, underfoot! "The planning manager of the New Chesire Group, Yovanni Yusuf…" Braylee stripped off her clothes and entered the bathroom. She looked at the graceful figure in the mirror as though she was admiring a perfect piece of art. A cold smile slowly formed at the corner of her mouth. She had spent millions, traveling to Glacia several times for surgery. The plastic surgeon shaped her face into a popular internet celebrity look, and she took pride in her proficient skills in bed. As long as Yovanni was a man, she could easily conquer him!

"Tomorrow morning at exactly seven o'clock, the private Vane medical transport will arrive. We are going to the Vane Private Hospital in Manhattan. You will undergo a complete, independent, and comprehensive medical examination. No Dr. Sterling. No portable machines. I have already contacted our chief of obstetrics, Dr. Vance, who has been our family's trusted physician for thirty years. He will personally conduct the ultrasound and the blood panels under my direct supervision." Lydia’s heart stopped dead in her chest. She felt a cold, dizzying sweat break out across her entire body. The private Vane hospital was a fortress of security, and Dr. Vance was entirely loyal to Evelyn. There would

“Look at the lens.” The woman tried to pull away, her poise fracturing. “Zander, please, you’re making a scene—” “Look at the eyes!” Zander roared, turning her head toward the projectors. “Isabella Vance had a coloboma in her left eye—a keyhole pupil. A genetic marker no surgery can replicate without blinding the patient.”

Arthur shouted all sorts of profanity against him, vowing to kick him out of Round Ten. “Is she worth it?” Vanessa asked him, her smudged mascara and foundation left black lines from her eyes to her chin. At that point, it was hard to take her seriously. Suddenly, Jin realized he had never seen Vanessa without thick makeup. He wondered if he would recognize her at all without the powder foundation, fake lashes and ruby red lips. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Julianne Sanders,” Vanessa said. “Is she worth losing your standing in Round Ten?”

This was what she’d been praying for, for ages. Catherine had been over the moon. She’d hugged Vanessa so tight it almost hurt and told her how happy she was to finally have a proper daughter in law. The jab at Kira wasn’t even subtle but Vanessa didn’t care. She’d won. Now she was living in Adrian’s massive house, sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms, because Adrian has refused to touch her but hey, all good things still. She was wearing this damn silicone bump every single day. Vanessa stood in front of her bedroom mirror and unstrapped the bump from around her waist. The relief came immediately, She could breathe again and move without feeling like she was carrying extra weight.

Vanessa appeared 30 minutes later, with a couple of potions in her arm. "Finally." Shirley hissed, Vanessa carefully dropped the vials before Caleb and ignored Shirley. "Stick out your tongue." She muttered, picking up a bottle and uncapping it. Caleb willingly obliged. "What are you doing? I thought you said it cannot be done here?" Shirley asked, bending beside her. "This is going to increase the pain," Vanessa muttered as she bent the bottle to pour the contents into Caleb's mouth. In a flash, Caleb retracted his tongue. "What are you doing?" Shirley shrieked.

"The procedure is risky, Mr. Deveraux, but the success rate is extremely high. I've performed it 17 times with no failures." My blood ran cold. That voice. I knew that voice. I'd heard it in consultations, in conferences, in the brief period of my life when I'd moved in medical circles and thought I had a future ahead of me. It was Dr. Elara Vance, one of the most respected ophthalmologists in the country. And she was describing my procedure. The one I'd developed. The one that was supposed to be mine. I gripped the banister so hard my knuckles went white. How did she have my procedure? I'd never published it, never presented it, never shared it with anyone except...