Faceoff

"I have heard that there is a new fashion among some avant-garde sluts. They replace their lips with a vagina, which makes them the ultimate blowjob material. I have heard that this operation is not as risky that it seems to be, because the doctors can preserve the original mouth and lips, and they will reconstruct the mouth whenever the girl wants it back. Risky or no risky, I would give my soul to be with a brave woman who would do that."

There are a few photos of those so called avant-garde sluts. The vertical lips on their faces gives them an exotic and somewhat scary appearance, but combined with their make-up and curvy bodies, it is really erotic. I stand in front of the mirror and try to imagine myself with vagina on my face. I stretch my mouth as wide as possible and try to make my lips vertical. Not so bad. And Mark would give me his soul for this. I drift to sleep, repeating the word 'avant-garde' in my mind.

He never even mentions the pussy faced girls to me, though. He just takes me to parties, brags about me, and never even looks at other women. I start to doubt that he even has a fetish about pussy faced girls, until one day, we actually encounter one of these girls in a party. She is so popular that none of my previous admirers even notice my arrival. Mark, lets go of my hand and walks toward the girl, like a petrified moth moving to the light. I instinctively stop him and he comes back to himself and even apologizes for his inconsiderate behavior. But until the end of the party, the magic of the pussy faced girl does not let go of him. I feel that I am being suffocated with jealousy.

The pussy-face idea is now a recurring part of my dreams. I see myself with a pussy on my face, being the center of everybody's attention. I also see Veronica, attacking me and screaming her frustration. Other people might consider these dreams as nightmares, but to me, they are extremely arousing and I wake to find my panties soaked with pussy juice.

Although Mark tries to pretend that things are still normal, I feel that he has become a little distant. I do not know if this is a result of suppressing his ultimate fantasy, or it is something else. One day I decide to ask him.

"Honey, is there anything wrong? Why do you seem so worried?"

He shakes his head slowly.

"Nothing is wrong with you, my love. It's my wife again. Veronica is out of her mind now. She insists that we should leave the city immediately. She says that her father has said that her sister, Claris, is trying to find her. She says that she has hired a private detector to find Claris and he had found out that the sister is now in our town. She is really freaked out."

I do not know what to say. I hold Mark's hand.

"What are you going to do, honey?"

"I do not know. She says that I am the only one who can help her and she would die if I abandon her."

"Do you really believe that manipulative bitch? You should have divorced her years ago. She never gives a shit about your need, but I think that I have proved how far I will go for your love. And hear me; I swear to God that I will kill myself if you leave me."

His eyes get full of tears and he hugs me.

"Oh, my love. It is so hard to make any decision. I cannot let Veronica take half of my stuff, and I might miss our baby. Besides, Veronica had said that she will do anything for me if I agree to go with her. She even said that she is ready to do the plastic surgeries."

This was is a very unfair competition. Veronica has the marriage, the baby, and Mark's conscious on her side, while I only have my body to offer. I feel that I have no choice but to make the ultimate sacrifice.

"I will do the pussy-face surgery."

Mark's jaw is open with disbelief and he is staring at me as if I have just arrived from another planet.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Oh my God. I don't know if you are kidding or if you are serious, but if you do this for me, I promise I will kill my wife and throw her head at your feet. I swear on my child's life that I will do that."

Veronica's head under my feet? Well, Mark just removes any doubt that I may have. I assure him that I am completely serious. It turns out that the operation is illegal in the US, but this cannot stop Mark from pursuing his fantasy. He books a private clinic in Cuba and after a few arrangement, we fly there through Mexico. The doctor explains a few things in Spanish, and according to Mark's translation, these are trivial matters that I do not need to worry about.

"You just relax and think about the miracle that is about to happen."

Again, mark stays with me through all of the preparations, and kisses me goodbye before I get into the operation room.

When I open my eyes after the operation, I turn my head, looking for Mark. But what I see is beyond my understanding. In the corner of the room, I see Veronica, sitting comfortably and reading a book. I try to say 'What the fuck', but what comes out is a meaningless moan. This noise takes Veronica's attention. She smiles, closes her book, and saunters toward my bed.

"Hi Claris. Long time, no see."

Veronica sits on my bed. I want to push her away, but I am still too weak. She keeps smiling.

"I know you are a little surprised to see me here. I'll give a little background. When you first went to Mark's office, he found your behaviour very suspicious. When he came home and described you to me, I immediately realized that it was my sister. I panicked and told him everything that you had done to me. He got really angry and said that he will punish you very hard."

She points to my face.

"It seems that he succeeded. In fact, he cannot take all the credit. You really helped him."

She opens her purse and takes out a mirror. She holds it in front of my face. I want to scream, but again, I only manage to make a ridiculous noise. I look like the aliens in the Predator movies. Veronica puts the mirror back into her purse.

"I am not a medical expert, but according to what Mark told me, they have used your own vagina for the operation. In other words, you had two operations. One was removing your genitals, the second one was transplanting it on your face. And they also did something to your jaws, so that they would stay open and you should make an effort to close them."

Veronica stands and goes to the door. Before leaving, she turns.

"Mark has also burned your passport, and asked his local contacts to never let you get near the airport. Although I can't really see how you could raise enough money to find your way back to the States. I really think that a suicide is the most rational move, but if you choose to live like this, well, good luck. Oh who am I kidding? Go to hell."