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[drjelic]

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[swappetf11]

Undercover Process

The physical and emotional transformation of an FBI agent going undercover is both drastic and deeply affecting. Here’s how the transformation unfolds:

Physical Transformation

1. Hair Transplant Surgery: Initially bald, the agent undergoes hair transplant surgery. This involves harvesting hair from other parts of his body or from donors, and meticulously implanting these hairs onto his scalp. Over several weeks, this hair begins to grow, providing him with a completely new look, featuring long, perhaps wavy hair that starkly contrasts with his previous baldness.

2. Body Enhancements: To fit his new identity, the agent receives body enhancements. This could include muscle implants or liposuction to alter his body shape to better blend into the environment he is infiltrating. These changes are not only visible but are also felt—a constant, new weight and shape to his body that he must grow accustomed to.

3. Tattoos: The addition of tattoos is crucial for his undercover persona. Each tattoo is carefully selected to add depth to his backstory. Perhaps a sleeve of intricate designs that speak to a fictional past, or specific symbols relevant to the group he is infiltrating.

4. Dental Work: His teeth undergo significant changes, maybe through caps, veneers, or even dental implants. This not only alters his smile but also affects his speech and eating habits, adding another layer to his new identity.

Emotional Transformation

As the agent wakes up to his new body, there's a profound emotional journey that accompanies the physical changes:

1. Initial Shock: Upon first seeing his transformed self, there is a moment of disorientation and shock. His reflection in the mirror doesn't align with his internal image of himself, causing a surreal feeling.

2. Acceptance and Adaptation: Gradually, he begins to accept his new appearance. This phase involves a lot of self-relearning as he adjusts to the weight of his new muscles, the feel of hair on his head, and the sight of tattoos that now mark his body.

3. Integration of Identity: An emotional challenge arises as he must integrate these physical changes into his sense of self. He needs to adopt the mannerisms, speech patterns, and behaviors that match his new look, often leading to moments of self-doubt and internal conflict.

4. Complete Transformation: Eventually, as he grows into his role, there is a merging of his old and new selves. The physical changes cease to feel alien, and he begins to think and act as his undercover persona, sometimes struggling to remember where his real persona ends and the undercover one begins.

Title: Underneath the Skin

Chapter 1: Awakening

I awoke with a start, a dull throbbing pain emanating from every corner of my body. The room was dimly lit, the light casting long shadows across the ceiling—a ceiling that wasn't mine. My mind fought through the fog of anesthesia, trying to piece together the remnants of my old self with the pain of the new. My hand instinctively reached for my head, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of stubble where there once was nothing. It was the first sign of my transformation.

The next few days were a blur of white coats, hushed voices, and the incessant beeping of machines. Each morning brought a new kind of discomfort as my body adjusted to its enhancements. Muscles ached in places I didn’t know could ache, the result of surgical enhancements designed to bulk up my previously average physique. My jaw felt tight and sore, a constant reminder of the dental work performed to alter my smile and bite—no longer would I see the familiar teeth that had grinned back at me for decades.

Chapter 2: The New Reflection

The first time I saw myself in the full-length mirror, I didn't recognize the man staring back. He was broader, his hair—though still short—was darker and thicker. Tattoos crawled up his arms, intricate patterns that told stories of a life I had never lived. Each inked line a fictional history etched into my skin, preparing me for the underworld I was about to infiltrate.

I touched the glass, half-expecting it to ripple under my fingertips. But it was solid, as was the stranger before me. My handlers briefed me daily, weaving my backstory into the fabric of my mind. I rehearsed names, places, events—memories that were not mine yet felt increasingly familiar.

Chapter 3: Integration

Living with my new identity was like walking a tightrope. I had to learn how to carry my enhanced body, how to move with the calculated confidence of a man who belonged to the criminal echelons. I practiced my new dialect, my voice slightly deeper due to the dental adjustments, each syllable a conscious effort.

The tattoos became my script, each one a cue for a story I might need to tell. I spent hours crafting tales around each one, my mirror the audience to my one-man show. Slowly, the reflection began to merge with my psyche, and the line between the agent and the persona blurred.

Chapter 4: Complete Transformation

Months passed. The hair on my head grew, flowing into the persona I had adopted. With every new inch, I felt less like the agent who had entered the surgery and more like the character I was meant to play. The emotional transformation was the most disorienting of all. There were moments when I found myself thinking like him—reacting, deciding, and feeling like the man whose identity had been crafted in an FBI lab.

The ultimate test came when I walked into a meeting with the targets of my investigation. They scrutinized me, searching for any sign of deceit. But all they saw was one of their own. The tattoos, the hair, the new physique—it all played its part perfectly.

Chapter 5: Underneath the Skin

As I became entrenched in my role, the fear of losing myself to this character grew. Each night, I looked in the mirror, searching for any trace of the man who had sworn an oath to protect and serve. What stared back was a mix of fabrication and flesh, a hybrid of necessity and invention.

Yet, underneath the skin, the core of the agent remained. It was this core that kept me anchored, a silent whisper of my true purpose amidst the cacophony of my constructed life. In the end, it wasn’t just about surviving the physical transformation but preserving the integrity of the self that lay beneath.

As I continued to play my part, I held onto the hope that when the time came to shed this identity, the man underneath would emerge unscathed, ready to reconcile the fragments of a life paused by duty and disguise.

[isas-bathbombs]

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[surgerypatient]

chatgpt explanation of the suite of feminization procedures necessary to create an indistinguishable woman ( not perfect)

Preoperative Phase

Preoperative Appointment:

Final Consultation:

The patient meets with the surgical team to discuss the procedure in detail.

Final consent forms are signed, and any last-minute questions are answered.

Medical and Psychological Evaluation:

Comprehensive health assessment including blood tests, imaging, and psychological support.

Detailed explanation of the recovery process and postoperative care.

Day of Surgery:

Arrival at the Hospital:

The patient checks in at the hospital and is escorted to the preoperative waiting area.

The patient changes into a hospital gown, cap, and compression socks.

Preoperative Preparation:

IV line is started for administering fluids and medications.

Baseline vital signs are recorded, and the patient is given a sedative to help relax.

The patient meets the anesthesiologist who explains the anesthesia process.

The surgeon visits to review the surgical plan and answer any final questions.

Transport to Operating Room:

The patient is wheeled to the operating room on a gurney.

Final identification checks and surgical site markings are made.

Intraoperative Phase

Anesthesia and Initial Prep:

Anesthesia Administration:

The patient is connected to monitoring equipment to track vital signs.

Anesthetic drugs are administered through the IV, inducing unconsciousness.

An anesthesia mask is placed, and the patient is intubated for airway management.

Eye ointment is applied, and the eyes are taped shut to prevent dryness.

Sterile Prep:

The patient’s body is cleaned with a pink antiseptic solution.

A urinary catheter is inserted to manage urine output during surgery.

Surgical Procedures:

Orchiectomy:

An incision is made in the scrotum, and the testicles are removed.

The incisions are closed, and the area is dressed.

Penile Inversion Vaginoplasty:

Penile skin is deconstructed and inverted to form the vaginal canal.

Scrotal skin is used to create the labia majora and minora.

Nerve bundles are used to construct the clitoris.

The urethra is shortened and repositioned.

Stem cell and nanobot therapies are applied to enhance healing.

Facial Feminization Surgery (FFS):

Procedures may include brow lift, rhinoplasty, jaw and chin reshaping, and tracheal shave.

Each step is performed with precision to feminize facial features.

Waist Contouring:

Liposuction is performed to remove excess fat and contour the waistline.

Fat grafting may be used to enhance the hips for a more feminine silhouette.

Breast Augmentation:

Incisions are made, and implants are placed to achieve desired breast size and shape.

Bioengineered implants ensure natural feel and appearance.

Buttock Augmentation:

Fat grafting or implants are used to enhance buttock size and shape.

Advanced techniques ensure minimal scarring and natural results.

Estrogen Implant Placement:

Hormone-delivery implants are placed to provide continuous estrogen therapy.

The implants are fine-tuned for optimal hormone balance.

Postoperative Phase

Immediate Postoperative Care:

Recovery Room:

The patient is moved to a recovery room and monitored closely as they wake up from anesthesia.

Pain management and anti-nausea medications are administered as needed.

Initial Assessment:

Vital signs are monitored, and the surgical sites are checked for any complications.

The patient is kept in a semi-upright position to promote breathing and comfort.

Instructions and Mobility:

The patient is given instructions on how to move and care for surgical sites.

Gradual introduction to liquids and soft foods.

Ongoing Postoperative Care:

Hospital Stay:

The patient remains in the hospital for a few days for close monitoring.

Regular check-ups by the surgical team to ensure proper healing.

Discharge and Home Care:

Detailed discharge instructions are provided, including wound care, medication regimen, and activity restrictions.

Arrangements for follow-up appointments and physical therapy sessions.

Long-term Recovery:

Gradual resumption of daily activities as healing progresses.

Ongoing hormone therapy adjustments and psychological support.

Regular follow-up appointments to monitor the results and address any concerns.

Final Outcome:

Physical and Aesthetic Results:

Natural-looking and functional vaginal canal with satisfactory depth and sensation.

Feminized facial features, contoured waist, enhanced breasts, and buttocks.

Hormone levels are balanced with the help of estrogen implants.

Psychological and Social Adaptation:

Continued psychological support to help adapt to the new gender identity.

Social integration and increased confidence in personal and professional life.

This detailed step-by-step guide outlines a comprehensive and futuristic approach to M-to-F sex reassignment surgery, incorporating advanced technologies and procedures to ensure optimal outcomes for patients.

[bowlofworms]

You cannot be against “gender affirming care” if you’re against cis men having viagra, gynecomastia surgery, hip liposuction, testosterone injections/supplements, beard growth serum, hair transplants, jaw masculinization, and many more medical treatments and procedures that help cis men feel “more like a man”

If it’s care that makes you feel “more like a man,” and you are a man, then it’s gender affirming care, because that’s literally what gender affirming care is.

Gender affirming care is not exclusive to trans people, they just happen to be more likely to seek it.

[youareinlove]

https://x.com/PatrickMahomes/status/1839783919450743053?t=1Fa-vX9XYFJgoIs_NXO5DQ&s=19

lip injection, rhinoplasty, hair transplant, botox, jaw reduction, fat reduction, double chin removal, liposuction, buccal fat removal, double eyelid surgery, under eye fillers, cheek filler, nose bridge implant

am i insane or do they just look like themselves but younger and more questionable

[starseneyes]

Breaking The Girl in the Mirror

"Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me. Why is my reflection someone I don't know?"

You might think me dramatic, but I am trying very hard to process the information I received about my upcoming jaw surgery—yes, breaking both jaws is necessary.

Now, this wasn't a complete surprise. Honestly, I expected it. While the surgeon asked how I felt about my gummy smile—and I responded that I love it—I told him that I completely understand if it is medically necessary to part with it.

And it is.

Why does this hit so hard? Well, when I was a little girl, I was constantly reminded about the parts of me that needed, "fixing".

I needed to fix my nose or nobody would ever hire me as an actress. I needed to fix my feet, because nobody wanted someone who was pigeon-toed. I needed to learn how to smile without showing my gums or nobody would like my headshots. I needed liposuction for my stomach pooch because no amount of working out with ever take it away.

I was constantly told what was wrong with me and needed fixing. So, I learned to love the "flaws". I learned to love what was different about my features. I learned to love what was different about me.

Now, I don't judge anyone who wants to change something about themselves physically. Not a bit!

This is about me—a girl who taught herself to cope with trauma through accepting herself—having to reshape that paradigm to accept a new version of myself.

I will still be me, but not the me I taught myself to love.

Because nobody taught me to love me. I had to work that out on my own. And I have learned to love all these flaws that will soon be gone.

I've been struggling not to cry since I got off the phone. I know I will get through this, and that my quality-of-life will be greatly improved after the surgery. I simply have to wrap my head around the new me. And I'm grateful I have a little time to do that.

Love yourselves, love. If nobody taught you how, teach yourself.

Because you are beautiful and worthy of love. You are sensational and capable of more than you could ever imagine. And I love you, just the way you are.

[fem-lit]

WARNING! This post contains potentially upsetting, extremely graphic and explicit text descriptions of the reality and aftermath of undergoing face lifts, stomach stapling and liposuction.

​Seriously, don’t press read more if you don’t feel comfortable reading about violence being inflicted on women. I cannot stress how cruel and heartless these descriptions of surgical violence are.

Excerpts from The Beauty Myth (1990) by Naomi Wolf:

Face Lifts:

Face-lifts cause nerve paralysis, infection, skin ulceration, “skin death,” scar overgrowth and postoperative depression. “What a shock! I looked like a truck had hit me! Swollen, bruised, pathetic … I looked freakish … about this time, I was told, many women begin to cry uncontrollably.” “It’s quite painful afterward, because your jaw feels dislocated. You can’t smile, your face aches … I had terrible yellow bruising and trauma.” “An angry infection … hematoma … a half-circle bruise and three distinct lumps, one the size of a giant jawbreaker…. Now I enjoy putting on makeup!” Those are quotes in women’s magazines from women who have had face-lifts.

Intestinal Bypass / Intestinal Stapling / Stomach Stapling:

In the 1970s, intestinal bypass surgery (in which the intestines are sealed off for weight loss) was invented and it multiplied until, by 1983, there were fifty thousand such operations performed a year. Jaw clamps (in which the jaw is wired together for weight loss) were also introduced in the feminist 1970s, and stomach stapling (in which the stomach is sutured together for weight loss) began in 1976. “As time went on,” reports Radiance, “the criteria for acceptance became looser and looser until now anyone who is even moderately plump can find a cooperative surgeon.” Women of 154 pounds have had their intestines stapled together. Though the doctor who developed it restricted the procedure to patients more than 100 pounds overweight, the FDA approved it for “virtually anyone who wants it.”

Intestinal stapling causes thirty-seven possible complications, including severe malnutrition, liver damage, liver failure, irregular heartbeat, brain and nerve damage, stomach cancer, immune deficiency, pernicious anemia, liver failure, and death. One patient in ten develops ulcers within six months. Her mortality rate is nine times above that of an identical person who forgoes surgery; 2 to 4 percent die within days, and the eventual death toll may be much higher. Surgeons “aggressively seek out” patients, and “have no trouble getting patients to sign informed consent forms acknowledging the possibility of severe complications and even death.”

One is not surprised by now to learn that 80 to 90 percent of stomach and intestinal stapling patients are female.

Liposuction:

Liposuction is the fastest-growing of cosmetic surgeries: 130,000 American women underwent the procedure [in 1989], and surgeons sucked 200,000 pounds of body tissue out of them. According to The New York Times, […], 11 women have died from the procedure. At least 3 more have died since that article was written.

What is liposuction (assuming you live through it)? If you are reading the Poutney Clinic’s brochure, it looks like this:

FIGURE IMPROVEMENT BY IMMEDIATE SPOT FAT REDUCTION…. One of the most successful techniques is that developed to refine and reshape the figure. With Lipolysis/Suction assisted Lipectomy a tiny incision is made in each area of excess fat. A very slender tube is then inserted and by gentle, skillful movements aided by a powerful and even suction this unwanted (and often unsightly) fat is removed—permanently.

If you are reading an eyewitness account by journalist Jill Neimark, it looks like this:

[A] man force[s] a plastic tube down a naked woman’s throat. He connects the tube to a pump that, for the next two hours, will breathe for her. Her eyes are taped shut, her arms are stretched out horizontally and her head lolls a little to the side…. She’s in a chemically induced coma known as general anaesthesia … what comes next is almost unbelievably violent. Her surgeon, Dr. Leigh Lachman, begins to thrust the cannula in and out, as rapid as a piston, breaking through thick nets of fat, nerves and tissue in her leg. The doctor is ready to stitch her up. Nearly 2,000 millilitres of tissue and blood have been sucked out of her, any more would put her at risk for massive infection and fluid loss leading to shock and death…. He peels the tape back from her lids, and she stares at him, unseeing. “A lot of people have trouble coming back. Bringing someone out of anaesthesia is the most dangerous pan of an operation.” … [which] can lead to massive infection, excessive damage to capillaries and fluid depletion resulting in shock and coma.

[crymacho]

lip injections, rhinoplasty, botox, jaw reduction, fat reduction, double chin removal, liposuction, buccal fat removal, brow lift and fox eye threading, double eyelid surgery, under eye fillers, cheek filler, nose bridge implant, forehead shaved & sculpted.

[rxgueone]

LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG PT. 3

Word count: 2,672.

Pairing: Austin Butler x oc

Summary: Austin is called for a certain job. Which requires him to be a Butler. In the process, he takes Aurilia (oc) on a date.

Warnings: mentions of violence, substance use, death, angst, fluff (?), human remains, manipulation, smoking, and guilt tripping. All I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG isn’t a story that’s meant to be happy. It does have love involved but please don’t get your hopes up for a happy ending whilst reading. This chapter was inspired by a scene in Fight Club. Thanks for 1 follower btw. PT. 2 PT. 3

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Austin flung the door open to the basement, Nik lazily following behind. Al looked up at his kid brother. “What was that soap made of?!” He shouted, fuming with anger from what he had just done. Approaching his eldest brother, Keith the second moved in front of Austin. Pushing him back before a fight escalated between them.

“It’s just soap.” Al got up from the box he was sitting on. “Dun matter where it came from.”

“You were the one who taught me how to make soap Alphonse.” Using his brother's full name was weird for Austin. But he was serious, he wanted to know. “You were the one that snuck me out to a liposuction clinic to get fat!”

“Then you know how it’s made, Butler.” Al stepped forward, causing Nik to come in between the two. Keith remained silent, his brown eyes gazing at the three.

“I’m not fuckin’ sellin’ that.” Austin refused to sell something such as that. Something that contained things of corpses. Just the thought of it grossed him out.

“You’re gonna sell that!” Al had pushed Nik to the side. Who spat out his cigarette, grabbing Al as well.

“Aye back off tincan!” Nik shouted. Without any hesitation Keith pushed his way through. Austin could see them both fall to the ground, he wouldn’t get between them. Keith, who was much shorter, had already beaten Nik to a pulp. Holding Nik by the collar of his flannel, his hand balled in a fist. He was restraining Nik from doing anything.

“You’re selling it.” Al seemed to ignore them as well.

“No, I’m not.” Austin refused to acknowledge it, accept that he would stoop this low. “I’m not selling something with human fat!” He protested against this.

Alphonse grabbed Austin’s hoodie by the front. Yanking his brother towards him, gripping the hoodie so hard it seemed to be ripping just by how aggressive Alphonse was being. “You sell weed and heroin. Don’t forget the cocaine you use to sell too. You ruin peoples lives with the drugs you sell. You’re the reason Tyler overdosed, you’re the reason his mother had to bury her own son! You’re why Eddie dropped dead, you’re why Ryu dropped dead! Don’t you forget that.” He shouted from frustration. “And after all those overdoses from the shit you sold to them. What did you do?”

“…” Austin’s head hung from his shoulders as if he was admitting defeat. Slowly craning his head to face his eldest sibling. He opened his jaw, but not a sound came out. Looking to the left, avoiding Alphonse’s gaze. “I kept dealing.”

“Yeah you did… you kept ruining peoples lives. Maybe if Riley hadn’t been high with the weed you supplied her when she went out for a drive. Maybe she’d still be alive. But she ain’t. She’s dead.” Alphonse was now taking the piss out of his brother. Pouring salt on the wound. The guilt that they both carried grew bigger with each word Alphonse spoke. “You continued to deal after your clients died. Drugs kill. Soap cleans. So sell the damn soap!” Shoving Austin away. He shamefully looked up at his brother, for some reason Austin felt like crying from all the frustration and anger he was feeling.

His eyes welled up, his hands were balled. “At least you’re actually fucking cleaning instead of killing.” Alphonse turned his back on Austin. Knowing his little brother was too weak to even land a measly punch on him. Keith took Alphonse’s motions as orders, letting go of Nik. Who quickly popped up onto his feet, looking at his ride or die. That said ride or die, looked crushed. “Keith, give them the other pills.”

Keith reached into his pocket, taking out six pill bottles. Three for each of them. Five bucks per bag. Austin and Nik obediently took them, shoving them into their pockets. “I get that you don’t wanna sell.” Alphonse was glaring straight at Austin. As if he could see through. “But listen we’re blood, you’ve been doing this when you were twelve. You’re nineteen now, you’re too far gone.”

“I know Al— I apologize for that.” He was sincere with his apology.

“It’s fine kid, just come back tomorrow same time for the soap… get outta here.” With being dismissed, Austin and Nik were both gone.

Nik popped in another cigarette. Watching Austin who was screaming in the middle of the park from pure frustration. He was punching at the grass repeatedly until his knuckles bled. Austin caved in, his head hidden between his arms, with his forehead pressed against the grass.

Nik watched in silence, seeing the shoulders of his best friend shake. His body trembling from the anger he felt. Only to have it end with him audibly sobbing. Austin was pawing at the grass, trying to hold onto something. But- this only made him feel more alone than anything.

—

Austin opened the door to Aurilia’s place. She had given him the spare key. He was allowed to show up unannounced so he could sleep. Aurilia was still up, and she turned to face him.

Her dorm-mate poked their head up from their bed. They recognized Austin due to them sharing the same fourth period. “Hey Aus!” She greeted.

“Hey Steph.” It was a nickname he had given to her. Her real name was Stephanie, and she was on the basketball team. That’s really all he knew of her.

“You look like shit.” Aurilia looked at him.

“Hello to you too, Lia.” He looked at her, she was sitting at her desk. With a laptop in front of her, she had been studying. Aurilia didn’t say anything, she just sat and stared at him. Austin looked terrible. From looking like the handsome guy earlier in all black. He looked like he had just been crying his eyes out. His hands were stained with what looked to be dirt, they were cut as well. His black hoodie was covered in grass, and the front of his chest was wet with- she could only assume mud.

“What happened to your hand dude.” Steph flicked her head to Austin’s cut hand.

“Just a fight.” He brushed it off.

“Pull up a chair, from Steph’s desk. Sit with me.” Aurilia offered, which Austin took. Grabbing the spare chair, he pulled up beside Aurilia. She held her hand out, tilting her head with raised brows. He reached his hand out, placing it into her palm. She looked at it quietly, her palms and fingers tracing his veins.

His hand was bruised and callused. Looking at the back of his hand to see his cut skin. She could see a scar in the shape of an X across the back of his hand. Clearing her throat, she got up to grab cotton balls, gauze sponges, alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide.

When she came back, he held his left hand up. She poured pure hydrogen peroxide onto Austin’s cut knuckles, he showed no emotion. As if he was use to this. As she cleaned his hand, Austin sat there.

Why did he come here? He never came there on his own tuition. If he wanted to sleep, he’d walk to an empty alleyway. Sit down, and sleep. Maybe he was here because when he was with Aurilia, he felt comfortable. He didn’t have to put up a wall, she always kept it real with him. He appreciated that. He guessed, he was here cause she was his safe place. His home.

“Y’know if anything happens to you. You have my number.” Austin said, which broke the comfortable silence between all three of them.

“I know I know. Why do you think I called you when I got drunk last night.” She let out a measly scoff. “I knew I chose right.”

“Chose what.”

“You.” She looked at him dead in the eyes now. The measly scoff washed away. Her eyes were narrowed at him to show she meant it. Her face finally distorted after three seconds, a playful smile. “Y’know? As my best friend.”

“Yes, I suppose.” He agreed.

“What? You don’t agree.” After she finished, she held his hand. Her fingers were tracing the shape of his hand.

“No, I do.” He looked down at their hands. Gently, he held hers as if it was a delicate flower. “You and Nik, you’re all I have.” His tone was soft.

“You have your brothers don’t you?”

“No- nono they’d kill me.” He was firm on that. “They would… they would kill me. Like I never existed.”

“They wouldn’t do that to you. They’re your brothers. You love them and they love you.”

“I mean-“ he breathed in, collecting himself, “-yes. We love each other. It’s just- it’s hard to explain.” He murmured. “They know when to-“ he was cut off by his phone buzzing.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. Aurilia was still holding his hand, his grip relaxed after he read what was on his phone. Shaking his head, he slipped it back into his pocket. His left hand slid from Aurilia’s grip, as he got up. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah. I gotta go.”

“Can I come?” She asked. He stood there for a moment, listening to Steph drink her cup of joe. “Stephanie will be fine. Right, Steph?”

“Oh yeah y’know. Get it!” She responded with an uncomfortable amount of enthusiasm.

“…right…” He muttered, side eyeing her. Looking back at Aurilia, he prodded her over. She grabbed her sweater, putting it on and went to his side.

—

“Today, I’m gonna teach you how to make soap like how my brothers taught me.” Austin started, Aurilia was holding his hand. She was interested in this, being taught how to make soap. “We’re gonna have to do this quick.” He said calmly, quickly letting go of her hand to take his hoodie off. It was xxl, so he folded it up a few times to make a mat.

Without warning, he started sprinting at full speed. Aurilia reacted quickly, following behind.

Turning to the next block, he could see trash bins, around the bins were chain fences that were layered with barbed wire. Throwing his hoodie over the barbed wire, he grabbed at the fence. Quickly jumping over it, he watched Aurilia.

She effortlessly jumped over it, landing beside him. Grabbing his hoodie, she handed it to him. Where they both ran in front of trash bins, crouching down and leaning back. “Y’know consumers don’t give a fuck about what’s in the product, they just want it.” He began.

“How do you know that?” She countered.

“When was the last time you actually looked at what your bag of cheetos was made of? Or what your soap was made of?” He shot back.

She quickly backed down. “True.” Scanning her surroundings. She saw a huge biohazard warning. “Where are we-?”

“A liposuction clinic.”

“Huh-“ her jaw dropped.

“What? You expect me to kill someone and suck out their fat?” He retorted. Quickly getting on his feet, he turned around, grabbing the lid of the trash bin. He threw it open. Aurilia sat there for a moment. I mean… I’m pretty sure Austin could do that. He looks capable of killing. She watched him as he grabbed a transparent bag filled with fat. “Gold.” He looked at her, only to see her face retort and wrinkle in disgust. He passed the bag of fat to her, which she caught.

“Ew- oh my god Austin.” She closed her eyes, weakly fluttering them open. He threw another bag to her. Until she had in total five bags of fat in her arms, he jumped out the bin, closing it.

“Alright, you climb out first, and I’ll pass you the bags.” He grabbed them from her arms, putting them down on the ground. She gave a nod, Austin grabbed her waist, picking her up to give her a boost. She grabbed the top of the fence, throwing his ripped hoodie over the wires. She jumped over them, hitting the ground but jumped up to her feet. “Ready?”

“Yeah yeah just hurry up tin—“ a bag of fat hit her straight across the face, causing her to fall down. “Y’know what fuck you too tin—“ another bag hit her.

“Just catch them, Lia.” He teased, a small smile on his face. Throwing them over again, she caught them. When it was finally finished, he jumped on the fence, climbing out quickly. He grabbed his hoodie, pulling it back before it ripped any further. In fact, Aurilia watched as the hoodie ripped its sleeve off.

“Wow… you’re an idiot.” She proclaimed in confidence. Austin didn’t respond, simply ripping the other sleeve off to make a sleeveless hoodie. He tied it over his waist, picking up the bags.

“Alright lets go.” He started sprinting.

Pulling up to a parking lot, Aurilia recognized the tall figure. It was Nik, Austin’s best friend. He was smoking a cigarette, a strong one. He flicked it away, grabbing another then quickly lighting it.

Austin and Aurilia stepped in front of him. Austin dropped the bags, took his hoodie off, put the bags in, handed it to Nik. “Appreciate that.” Nik muffled through the cigarette, taking the hoodie that was filled with fat. Nik took out a bundle of cash.

“So it seems.” Austin nodded. Turning around, Nik threw the hoodie over his shoulder. Leaving the two of them alone. Aurilia looked over at Austin who unbundled the cash. 400 bucks dead. “Alright, here.” He gave her 300, and kept 100.

“No split fifty. You get two hundred.” She handed him five twenties.

“No no you—“

“Oh my god Austin. Just accept it.”

“Kay, my bad.” He apologized. Shoving the twenties in his pocket.

“So, you’re a night runner?” She asked. It was already 3:30AM.

“Yeah,” he paused, “yeah… yeah. I guess so.” He still denied it in his head. But he did work during the night. “I’ll walk you home.” Their fingers intertwined with each other, as they walked side by side down the street.

—

Opening the door to her place, he looked down at her, where she stood in front of him. “Thank you, for walking me home.” She leaned on the door frame.

He smiled a bit, giving a nod to show it was no issue. He wasn’t use to someone thanking him, especially if they weren’t his client. “Yeah you’re uh… y’know yeah, course. No issue.” He was tripping over his words like a new born foal. “That’s what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to protect you, you’re my best friend.”

She lifted her hand up to cup the right side of his face. He looked over at her, a small smile on his face still as her thumb gently stroked. “You’re a good guy Aus… even though you’re a bit of a tin head.” She teased, stepping into her dorm. “See you tomorrow?”

“Cya.” He promised. Closing the door for her. Aurilia yawned, for some reason she had the biggest smile on her face. What Austin did- was ultimately… disgusting. But, was it fun? Yes. It was the most fun she had in a long time.

—

And for Austin? He had already forgotten the night. With his left hand in his pocket, he was fiddling with the bottles in them. He was already making his way to a club, a perfect place to sell everything he had.

“Hello Butler,” the bouncer greeted him.

“Hey Simon.” Dipping his head, he walked in

“Have fun in there!” Simon teased.

[drjelic]

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[t33th-t00th]

im gonna repost with a screenshot cause I do not want these people getting more notes being transphobic

here’s some things cis-men do to affirm their gender:

Hair transplants

Testosterone supplements

Liposuction

Rhinoplasty

Blepharoplasty

Laser skin resurfacing

Dermabrasion

but congrats! you have crumbs of truth sprinkled in there to make your stupid ass argument seem more valid. Cis-women as well as real women should not need these procedures and it is a form of sexism that they need these things done for them to be more safe and accepted in todays society. but!! if the person wants these procedures done they should be able to, just like they would tattoos, piercings, and any other general  body modification they could possibly want.

so if you want to see less of these things done you know what you can do? stop being shitty to trans people.

im dead fucking serious, you want to stop women getting these things done? stop bitching about trans peoples features, because guaranteed whatever trans-woman you wine about having a masculine face or jaw or nose or beard, or whatever the fuck you come up with, a cisgender woman has the exact same features and is going to be pushed by the shit anti-transgender people say into getting these procedures done.

anti-transness bleeds into mainstream culture and becomes part of the patriarchy. the only people you could possibly be helping by bitching about “TRA’S” is pretty petite white women. women of color, disabled women, cis-women with pocs, even just butch women are all effected by anti-trans rhetoric. they essentially lose their womanhood pass because they own features cisgender white women do not, and they are punished for it!

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[initiumseries]

LOL why does she need to unhinge her jaw like that to suck out the fat from somebody? Wouldn't she actually need to turn her lips into like...a liposuction pipe? Lmao

[scattered-irises]

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[harrytheehottie]

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