This Year's Model
Clit
A model makes the ultimate sacrifice to look good.
Linda finished the photo session and went to the changing room with her friend
Betsy. "He really liked your legs" said Betsy. "In fact he took more of your
legs than all the girls. I wish I had leg like yours. I think that you'll get
the part in their big campaign." Linda smiled. Yes, she had great legs, a
perfect flat tummy produced by working out every day and beautiful pert bum.
She was sure that she would get the part of the girl in the new ad campaign.
That meant money, travel, exotic locations, good hotels and her figure on
billboards over the world.  

After changing she went to see her agent to see if a decision had been made.
It wasn't what she expected. "You mean Mavis got the job!" she wailed. "But
her legs and figure is nowhere as good as mine are."  

"Well," said her agent. "thats right. The committee thought that your figure
was just what they want. Except for one problem."  

"What is that?" asked Linda. "That is what they said about this in your
bikini." said her agent passing over one of the photos from the photo session.
Linda looked at the photo. There, sure enough was the enormous bulge of her
labia and hood, clearly visable in the photo of her in the tight bikini.
"Well, every girls got that." She said. Her agent passed across some other
photos of different girls. Although there were little creases there was
nothing so obviously female in their pictures. "You see" said her agent "they
don't want anything quite so", he paused as he thought for diplomatic words,
"quite so aggresively female in the pudenda department."  

Linda went home very upset. Her career seemed blighted. That evening in the
gym she observed the other women in the shower. They all had minimal obviously
female labia. "Like a modern Swedish design" she thought. Hers were luxuriant
like some delicate orchid, with giant red lips and a huge pink tongue.  

Next day she called the doctor who had arranged her boob job and asked for an
appointment with her plastic surgeon. Two days she arrived at his office and
was ushered into his consulting room. Linda explained the problem with some
difficulty. "You mean" said the doctor "that you want me to see if I can
perform labia reduction?" Linda confirmed that was what she wanted. Next she
undressed for an examination. The doctor sat her on the examination table and
she opened her legs. Did she hear a gasp? Yes, even the normally unemotional
doctor was excited by the beauty of her labia.  

"Well" said the doctor, "it is possible, but I prefer not to o this kind of
operation. If you don't mind I'll ask my collegue, Dr Rosswell." Linda had no
objection, but was surprised to find that Dr Rosswell was a middle aged woman,
rather short and dumpy, with short cropped hair and a very abrupt manner.
"yes" said Dr Rosswell. "A simple operation, but I recomend a removal of the
hood and clitoris as well. Then you will achieve a completely smooth
appearance. No unsightly bumbs or lumps." Linda asked for some time to
consider this. Losing her clit sounded drastic, but on reflection she thought
that her career was more more important than a few seconds of pleasure. She
agreed to the operation. This was carried out under a full anesthetic by Dr
Rosswell at her private clinic. Dr Rosswell and her nurses all looked forward
to these operations, especially on young women as beautiful as Linda, where
they could fondle them and play with them as they slept.

  
It took Linda almost two months to fully heal, but she was soon back at work.
With a smooth crotch she was perfect for the sexless adverts for thongs and
panties. She didn't mind the lack of sex while she worked.  

Then after a couple of years the work dried up. Her agent told her that
agencies were now looking for models that looked more like women. Linda spent
the rest of her life sexless and working in a fast food restaurant.

  

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