Silicone

Willam Belli, Detox iCunt, Vicky Vox

Vince (AKA Anita Cocktail.)

Plastic

(I had to bring back drag queen Vince. I love him.) It hurts to be beautiful, right? Well no one told Vince that he would have to poked, and injected, and sliced, and his DSLs be filled with fat from his ass!

"And what would you like today, Miss Anita?"

She looked up and down the menu, which was hand written. This wasn't the most legal place, but they were amazing. "Anything new?"

"DSLs?"

"No bigger."

"Ass?"

"Last month."

"Ooh, I know!" He pulled out a drawing. "Okay, so this is putting silicone into the bottom of your heels. Like the Dr. Scholl's things, but in your feet. Makes it a lot easier to walk in heels."

"I dunno."

"Come on. This is the last thing I can give you before you're actually a woman."

"I still need real tits."

"You do remember under Anita's make-up, your name is Vince?"

Anita sighed. "Alright."

"Come on, Miss Anita."

"It just hurts so much!" She groaned. "And what if people mistake me for a real girl?"

"You're a black market beauty, babe." The doctor laid his big hand on her's. "You're not a girl, and if they thought you were, they're not right in the head." He laughed. "Come on."

He lead Anita into a back room, where he poked, prodded, and stabbed, for about an hour. "Are you done?"

"Yep. It's official, you're certified to save someone from drowning. You'll be a floatation device."

"Ha ha. Can I walk?"

"Probably. Call me if anything starts leaking out."

Anita hugged him lightly, and trudged her way back home. There, she removed her make-up, her dress, her wig, and she untucked.

There he was- Vince Noir, in all of his horrid glory. In a way, he preferred to go to the doctor as Anita. Falling on needles was okay for a queen. Not for him.

Not for the weird boy with the scar, the Dick Sucking Lips, the great ass, the fake abs, and the fake everything. The doctor always said he should be proud he had the confidence and the money to kiss the needle, but Vince always felt horrible.

He was a half-assed boy by day, but fish at night. He hated the boy. The fish was flawless! She had fans, which Vince never managed to have. All in all, Vince was about fifty percent human, fifty percent silicone.

In the words of his doctor when he asked his doctor what he was injecting into him: "It's kind of safe, mostly illegal."

Vince showered and got into bed, hoping the next day would be better than the last. At least he had gotten his monthly surgery done.