The Consultation
SCENE BEGINS as a householder swings open their entranceway to welcome Patricia, a youthful lady with oversized spectacles and low self-regard. Clothed in a dowdy pencil skirt and blouse, her voice barely above a whisper, she's attempting to peddle knives from home to home as a part-time occupation. While most girls her age are making preparations for college, Patricia is desperate to amass enough funds to erase the mental scars of her high school years.
Constant ridicule, bullying, and being labeled as flat and unattractive her entire life. The householder declines her offer and closes the door. CUT to another door being opened and Patricia repeating her sales spiel.
Again, they are not interested. CUT to a third door being swung open just as Patricia presents her case and makes her best effort at being outgoing. This time, the householder inquires if she provides complimentary sharpening and, with a defeated look, she affirms and steps inside.
CUT to Patricia tossing her case into the trunk and climbing into her vehicle. It's been another fruitless day and her frustration is showing. Just as she's about to ignite the engine, her phone rings.
The caller is from the office of a highly esteemed cosmetic surgeon, Dr. Swell, whom she's been trying to arrange a consultation with for months. Surely, her hard-earned savings can cover at least one procedure to aid her before she starts her new school.
Excitedly, she converses with the female receptionist on the other end of the line. The receptionist verifies if she's over the age of eighteen. Patricia affirms that she is eighteen and a fully-fledged adult, capable of making her own decisions without her parents.
She's even sent the doctor some pictures of herself with her application, to underscore the gravity of her situation. The receptionist takes a lengthy pause. long enough for the awkward Patricia to check the line. 'Are you still there?' She asks anxiously.
The receptionist replies that the doctor would be willing to see her today if she's available. He's working from his private residence. She will text her the address.
Patricia, ecstatic, ends the call and indulges in a private moment of glee before driving off. CUT TO TITLE PLATE The gate swings open, and Patricia steers up the driveway to an opulent mansion. She's never laid eyes on a house so luxurious.
A gardener, busy out front, instructs her when she approaches to wait in the gazebo. Dr. Swell welcomes all his patients in the gazebo.
Excitedly, she nods, and he grants her entry to the back before returning to his gardening with a faint grin. Patricia wanders through the backyard pool area in awe. It's so stunning.
She meanders towards a fountain at the perimeter of the property and gazes out over the cityscape below. She removes her glasses and closes her eyes, savoring the breeze. Dr.
Swell, smartly attired in a black suit with his doctor's coat, sneaks up on her from behind. 'It's hard to see when your eyes are closed,' he states coolly. Patricia whirls around, startled, and hurriedly puts her glasses back on.
She apologizes for not waiting in the gazebo as instructed but the stern doctor brushes it off, clasping her hand and scrutinizing her. She squirms as he examines her face and body. 'I see.
' He articulates slowly and devoid of empathy.
'Well, let's head inside and we can commence your consultation. ' Patricia is extremely shy and uneasy but knows she must muster the courage to do what is necessary to get her surgery approved. Inside the residence, Dr.
Swell escorts the girl to his master suite, where he has an examination table arranged opposite his bed, replete with a supply trolley and medical equipment. Patricia finds this unusual but goes along with it. After all, he is a respected doctor.
He invites her to sit on the bed while he retrieves a notepad and pulls over his medical stool to sit across from her. He reconfirms her age. She tells him she's 18.
He asks for her birthdate. She answers January 15, 2000. He makes a remark about millennials and probes whether her parents (or anyone else) are aware that she's here for a consultation today.
She informs him that no, her parents are unaware, they wouldn't comprehend, and she doesn't exactly have any friends to confide in. Dr. Swell senses the girl's low self-esteem and continues.
He asks her to elaborate on what she's seeking from a procedure. Patricia nervously confesses that she has always been ridiculed for her smaller breasts. People used to call her Flatty Patty.
She's never had a boy even glance her way. No dates, no first loves, no.
Constant ridicule, bullying, and being labeled as flat and unattractive her entire life. The householder declines her offer and closes the door. CUT to another door being opened and Patricia repeating her sales spiel.
Again, they are not interested. CUT to a third door being swung open just as Patricia presents her case and makes her best effort at being outgoing. This time, the householder inquires if she provides complimentary sharpening and, with a defeated look, she affirms and steps inside.
CUT to Patricia tossing her case into the trunk and climbing into her vehicle. It's been another fruitless day and her frustration is showing. Just as she's about to ignite the engine, her phone rings.
The caller is from the office of a highly esteemed cosmetic surgeon, Dr. Swell, whom she's been trying to arrange a consultation with for months. Surely, her hard-earned savings can cover at least one procedure to aid her before she starts her new school.
Excitedly, she converses with the female receptionist on the other end of the line. The receptionist verifies if she's over the age of eighteen. Patricia affirms that she is eighteen and a fully-fledged adult, capable of making her own decisions without her parents.
She's even sent the doctor some pictures of herself with her application, to underscore the gravity of her situation. The receptionist takes a lengthy pause. long enough for the awkward Patricia to check the line. 'Are you still there?' She asks anxiously.
The receptionist replies that the doctor would be willing to see her today if she's available. He's working from his private residence. She will text her the address.
Patricia, ecstatic, ends the call and indulges in a private moment of glee before driving off. CUT TO TITLE PLATE The gate swings open, and Patricia steers up the driveway to an opulent mansion. She's never laid eyes on a house so luxurious.
A gardener, busy out front, instructs her when she approaches to wait in the gazebo. Dr. Swell welcomes all his patients in the gazebo.
Excitedly, she nods, and he grants her entry to the back before returning to his gardening with a faint grin. Patricia wanders through the backyard pool area in awe. It's so stunning.
She meanders towards a fountain at the perimeter of the property and gazes out over the cityscape below. She removes her glasses and closes her eyes, savoring the breeze. Dr.
Swell, smartly attired in a black suit with his doctor's coat, sneaks up on her from behind. 'It's hard to see when your eyes are closed,' he states coolly. Patricia whirls around, startled, and hurriedly puts her glasses back on.
She apologizes for not waiting in the gazebo as instructed but the stern doctor brushes it off, clasping her hand and scrutinizing her. She squirms as he examines her face and body. 'I see.
' He articulates slowly and devoid of empathy.
'Well, let's head inside and we can commence your consultation. ' Patricia is extremely shy and uneasy but knows she must muster the courage to do what is necessary to get her surgery approved. Inside the residence, Dr.
Swell escorts the girl to his master suite, where he has an examination table arranged opposite his bed, replete with a supply trolley and medical equipment. Patricia finds this unusual but goes along with it. After all, he is a respected doctor.
He invites her to sit on the bed while he retrieves a notepad and pulls over his medical stool to sit across from her. He reconfirms her age. She tells him she's 18.
He asks for her birthdate. She answers January 15, 2000. He makes a remark about millennials and probes whether her parents (or anyone else) are aware that she's here for a consultation today.
She informs him that no, her parents are unaware, they wouldn't comprehend, and she doesn't exactly have any friends to confide in. Dr. Swell senses the girl's low self-esteem and continues.
He asks her to elaborate on what she's seeking from a procedure. Patricia nervously confesses that she has always been ridiculed for her smaller breasts. People used to call her Flatty Patty.
She's never had a boy even glance her way. No dates, no first loves, no.
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