Our Way

“It’s beautiful.”

“It is. I trust you’ll be happy here.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity, Dr. Morgan.”

“Please, call me Henry.”

“Henry.”

“Now you have a day to settle in and find your way around.” He picks up a piece of paper from the desk and passes it to me. “This has all of your email and server details. I have emailed you our schedule for the week. Take today to familiarise yourself with the girls, your office, and our protocols.”

“Okay.”

“As of tomorrow, you will be working closely with me. I would like you to work out of my office at the hospital the days that I’m in surgery.”

I nod, this all sounds so exciting. “Yes, of course.”

“Tomorrow, we will be at the Martyr Private Hospital. We have a rhinoplasty, a breast augmentation, and a labiaplasty.”

I frown in question.

“That’s a vaginal reconstruction.” He smiles at my inexperience.

I widen my eyes, feeling stupid. “I did not know that.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He chuckles. “It’s where I reshape the labia and lips of the vagina to make them more visually appealing.”

I raise my eyebrows, unsure what to say to that. “Oh, I see. Do you cut and stitch, or laser? How do you even do that?”

“You can do it one of two ways. Either an edge resection or a wedge resection. You see, no two labias have the same thickness, length, or color, and no two vulvas are the same. Most women are prompted to have this surgery by their partner or what they think their prospective partner would want in a woman.”

I frown as I imagine getting part of my vagina lips cut off, and how much it would hurt.

He shrugs casually, as if he has this conversation every day. “Men have ve

ry different tastes as to what they desire their sexual partner’s labia to look like. The one I’m doing tomorrow, for instance. I’m trimming the edges of the labia and filling it with a filler.” His eyes hold mine. “She wants it plump and juicy to look at and touch.” He pauses. “Hormones sometimes discolor it to a darker shade so we are also going to bleach it down the track so it’s a perfect pink.”

My face falls. This is a thing?

“It varies,” he continues. “Plump, thick labia are to my taste. Personal choice, I guess.” His eyes meet mine. “It comes down to how you like it to feel during sex.”

“Men can feel the shape of your labia during sex?” I frown. “I had no idea.”

He chuckles. “Yes, it’s very different from one woman to the next. All a part of the experience, I suppose.”

I stare at him, lost for words, and he chuckles.

“Welcome to the world of plastic surgery, Eliza.”

I shake my head with an embarrassed smile. “Wow. Okay. Who knew?”

He stands. “Happy you’re here, welcome to the team.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh.” His eyes widen. “We have two conferences next month. One in Dallas and one in London. I think the first one is two weeks after you get back from your vacation. The dates are marked in your new calender.” He gestures to the calender on the desk.

“And you want me to come?”