Lisbeth lay on the operating table. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a surgical tray where her implants sat. The doctor had suggested a smaller size, but Lisbeth had insisted on something larger. In her arm, she could feel the IV that was pumping her full of anesthetic. The liquid moved up her arm, causing a tingling sensation. Her body began to feel numb. She felt as if she'd drunk a glass of wine really quickly. Her eyes started to feel heavy. She thought about how she was going to look after the surgery. She imagined herself on a beach somewhere, wearing a tight bikini. It was a revealing leopard print number that she'd seen in a catalogue. Though why bother with a bikini when she could be topless? She was practically salivating at the thought of all the looks she'd get.
"A surgeon stood over her. "How are you feeling Lisbeth?"
"F..fine," said Lisbeth dreamily.
"That's great," said the surgeon. "Can you count backwards from ten?"
"Yes. Ten...nine...ei...eight...s...s..." A wide smile formed on Lisbeth's face as she conked out.