Emily, 32, a stunning petit athletic blonde. She'd always been the cheerleader type, even as she entered her 30's she turned heads everywhere she went. She'd always had a peculiar fixation with orthodontia. As her friends during high school began, endured, and ended orthodontic treatment, she was fascinated, fixated, even at times fantasising about the various orthodontic treatments she had seen around her. One friend, Samantha, she had an Activator with Headgear when beginning her treatment, she wore the Activator at school, it affected her speech greatly. Emily secretly adored how flustered Samantha got when trying to speak, she'd subtly make Samantha the focus of attention in the group just to watch her speak, just to watch her wrestle with the seemingly gargantuan mass of plastic and metal in her mouth.
She longed to ask about it, to delve deep in to the mechanics of this incredible hardware, to dive in to the massive insecurity Samantha was feeling. At night Samantha had to wear her headgear, a fact Emily hadn't been aware of until a cheerleaders sleepover. She didn't sleep a wink that night, laid awake daydreaming of being forced to wear such devices, to have a mouth so utterly filled with intricate metalwork. To lisp her way through a day, fighting to be taken seriously. To her, to have such work done would be an honour of empowerment, sexually and socially.
Present day, Emily visits her local bar, just a short walk from her apartment. The bartender greets her, an expected sight. "The usual?"
"Yes please"
As the bartender already begins pouring her usual JD & Coke, heavy on the coke.
"It's on me!" a suave gentleman interjects. "The name's Jack" as he holds out his hand to greet Emily. She thinks the fleeting thought as to how cliché the situation is. "Emily. Pleased to meet you" "Emily, the pleasure is all mine. What brings you here?"
"Oh, just a quick after-work drink. Just decompressing. How about you, Jack?"
"I've just bought a new office here, about to view an apartment with a view to moving here. Do you live here?"
"I do! Just down the road"
"Have you lived here long?"
"No, a couple years. The place seems nice enough"
"Perhaps you can show me around some time, Emily"
"Uh... Sure... So what business are you in? You mentioned a new office"
"I'm an orthodontist, y'know b..."
"Braces and the such?"
"Haha, yeah! That sort of thing. Perfecting a smile, not that you need any help there. Your smile is gorgeous"
"Well, heh, seeing as you mention it... I have been thinking about bra... Smile correction"
"Yeah!? You should pop by, there's this thing, Invisalign, I've had many patients have great success with it, they report it not being visible at all, their friends didn't even know they had braces!"
"Uh... Yeah... Maybe we'll talk. I don't know if invisible is what I'm looking for..."
"Uhm? Okay? Well, yeah, pop on over whenever you're able, we'll see what we can do for you"
Emily practically skipped back home, her heart racing at the anticipation of an unknown orthodontic adventure. She wondered if the orthodontist would indulge her fantasies, he seemed quite on the straight and narrow, could she play it off as a genuine orthodontic concern and not a long-held fetishistic fantasy. She longed for a mouth full of orthodontia, an upper & lower expander, a bite plate, lip bumper, perhaps starting with a removable device. She longed for the S&M experience of being gagged, but in the most socially acceptable manner. She longed for the strange glances, the pity, the frustration. To wrestle with her words whilst speaking to colleagues, friends, family. The endless drool, slurping, slurring, lisping.
