by Ann Chin

Created on: August 06, 2008

Cheap Cosmetic Surgery

Phyllis smiled to herself. In her hand held a glossy brochure, the contents of it were to be kept a secret from the girls at work. She was going for an overseas holiday with her newly met prince charming. When she returned, she would be a transformed person. With a complete make-over, she will be awed by these bitchy girls. Serve them right for being so horrible to her.

Poor plain Jane Phyllis was a gangling teenager, who grew up to be a lanky tall skinny woman whose boobs were so small that the girls at work often teased her wash board. The cruel ones even suggested to her that she was a lesbian. Poor Phyllis, she grew up never been kissed and needless to say, never held the hand of a man.

Her divorced mother Rosy, did not help either. Rosy poisoned Phyllis against men.

"No man can be trusted," she told Phyllis. "While I was still breastfeeding you, your rat bag father went off with the floozy who worked in the pub."

Rosy sheltered Phyllis and demanded Phyllis to be home even when Phyllis was working. The only holidays they took was up north to spend Christmas holidays with Rosy's sister and her brood. Aunt Pat had a bach near the sea, and her cousins were like dolphins, swimming and splashing in the surf. Phyllis would never join them, claiming that the sun gave her a headache. In fact, she was worried that her cousins would laugh at her flat chest when she wore her togs. In Intermediate School, she had been teased by insensitive girls.

After school, Phyllis went to a vocational school and trained as a receptionist. However, because of her physique and insecurity, no corporation would give her a job as a receptionist. One personnel manager Sandy offered her a job as a copy typist. As beggars can't be choosers, Phyllis accepted the job and promised Sandy that she would make the best copy typist Sandy had ever employed.

True to her words, Phyllis was the best employee in the typing pool. The managers she typed for praised her for her speedy and accurate typing. The girls in the typing pool made used of her and frequently asking her to do their typing. Phyllis obliged them even though she was taken advantaged of. On Friday, the girls went for a drink, Phylis was never invited. It was just as well because Rosy expected Phyllis to be home to cook her tea.

When Phyllis was thirty five, sixty five year old Rosy was afflicted old people's disease, Alzheimer's disease. She walked to the corner dairy to get a bottle of milk. Rosy became confused and

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