Bob Fixes a Problem

Bob moved the the electrode towards the workpiece. He had prepared a lot for this. He had all the equipment and gear, a mask on his face, gloves, and all the right equipment. He was by nature a creative person, and this was the culmination of a dream. He had got married young, when he was just 21. She had been so pretty at the wedding, slim, petite, and generally a cute specimen of her gender. They had had a very happy marriage. But time and overeating had taken it’s toll on her. She had gradually grown fatter and uglier. He had many pictures of her at the ripe age of 21 adorning the walls, and he would regularly look at them and her and make a comparison. And there was no doubt, things were going downhill rapidly. It wasn’t as if he didn’t love her anymore, it was more that she was becoming something else, anmd he did not love that something. He had discussed the situation with her, but she, as they normally do, was unreasionable. She kept reminding him of his wedding vows, “til death do us part”. Well, it was patently impossible to keep that vow if she kept changing into a monster. He had done everything he could, pleaded with her, tried to get her on diet, bought her botox, bought a voucher for a facelift, but all to no avail. She absolutely refused to even acknowledge her problem. Finally he had resorted to the only thing that would fix the problem for sure. He had taken the matter into his own hands. When push comes to shove, you can only rely on yourself. He had read on the Internet what to do. While she slept he had given her a gerneral anaesthetic. The workpiece was her face. The electrode is a thing that looks a bit like a scalpel, and the the procedures about to be executed, according to Youtube, was actually quite simple. A bit of skin tighteneing. Some liposuction. And while he was at it, he may as well enlarge her breasts. And shorten her nose, that had always bugged him. Soon she would be the women she had been at 21. Only better. And then he could keep to his wedding vows.