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Hello, I have recently tried to write a story.

English is not my native language so forgive me by advance the probably many mistakes I made in my story.

Feel free to leave a comment, to let me know if it's worth going on.

Alecja's need of orthodontics

Chapter 1 : Introduction

My name is Alecja Pacejka. Native of Czech Republic, I am 33 years old, freshly beginning a new job as an executive assistant in my childhood place, a nice and small city of 30.000 inhabitants in the UK where my four-room apartment is located.

I am 1,68 m (5 ft 51), with light chestnut long hair, green eyes pretty nice body since I often do gym and running. I love fashion and wear last trend clothes. Very confident in myself, I am used to wear classy and/or sexy clothes like short dresses, skinny pants, and nearly every day with transparent tights and high heels shoes or sandals. I really love high heels ! I probably have 70 pairs of high heeled shoes, I love them all and I can’t stop buying new pairs regularly. Sometimes I wear sneakers but it is generally when I am not fine. I mostly use slight and discreet make up but I like to be sometimes a little provocative with sophisticated make up.

I have been single for a year or so. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with a good friend and it was very hard for me to finish this 4 years relationship. Since then, only one or two no-tomorrow adventures with men met online. Between my work and my friends, with whom I go out regularly, I don’t have many occasions to meet guys by another way.

For a couple a month, I have started to feel toothache in several places of my jaws I did not know the reason. The bearable pain is inconstant but especially when I bite. I decided to take an appointment with the dentist I’ve been seeing since childhood, Dr Bortmann. I did not see him for a couple of years now because I did not have any tooth problem since then.

The secretary of the dentist, Claudia Simpson, offered me an appointment for only the next month because his calendar was full. I would have hoped to see him faster but I will have to wait the entire month with my toothache. The appointment was settled on a Thursday, the 15th of March, at 1 PM. Because of work, I could only go to this appointment during lunch break.

The month has passed quickly and fortunately, the pain did not increase until the appointment.

The day of the appointment, I chose, like usual, even more when I work, a pretty outfit : a white blouse with a black suit jacket on top, a black knee-length pencil skirt, sheer and shiny flesh-colored tights and black 13 cm (5 inches) peep toe leather heel shoes with a small platform (2,5 cm, 1 inch). I had my hair done with a ponytail, and I wore my glasses. I have been wearing glasses for five years because of a slight myopia and to avoid tiring my eyes.

Arrived at the dental office, after 10 minutes waiting, Dr Bortmann, a really nice 60 years old man, came to pick me up in the waiting room. I followed him in his examination room, sat down in the dentist chair and began to open my mouth when he asked. After a quick but careful examination, he told me he did not see cavities or anything wrong, except the malposition of the teeth. He add this malposition has gotten worse than when I was younger and needed to check with a panoramic and a profile X-rays.

After a few minutes watching the X-rays, he said he thought the problem comes from a malocclusion and referred me to an orthodontist to confirm or not his diagnosis.

The word “orthodontist” made me feel sudden anguish.

My teeth have always been quite in good shape. Minor cavities treated by fillings in composite. My teeth are a little crooked, especially in the lower jaw where one of my main incisors is significantly backward, probably due to a lack of space. My upper jaw is fine, note perfect but fine and I never complained about my smile.

Ok, maybe I should have worn braces when the orthodontist I consulted when I was 15 recommended to start a treatment but all my friend were finishing their treatment at this time and I did not want to become one of the few poor girl with braces in high school. I was pretty popular in high school and I did not want to take the risk to ruin my reputation. I already knew things can change quickly, especially when you are a teenager.

I remember one girl in middle school, a little fair haired girl with beautiful blue eyes, not friend of mine, who was the cutest of us in the eigth grade, with whom all the boys wanted to go out. After summer break, she came back with braces and metal appliance with straps around her neck for approximately 2 years, and many acne spots. Her success disappeared immediately and she became the one we, included me, laughed about during this time. So, braces were not an option for me, even if my smile was not perfect like some of my girl friends.

At this moment, I said to myself “I refused to do an orthodontic treatment when I was 15, it is not to do it at 33”.

I asked my dentist if he thinks I should start a real orthodontic treatment with braces or only wear a dental tray the night or something like that to correct it. He replied he did not know, trying to reassure me by telling me that there were discreet and comfortable treatments for adults now.

He came back with me to Claudia’s desk and asked her to give me Dr Gipsen’s card, the orthodontist he recommended. I left the office, a little confused about what he said.


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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 1
« Reply #1 on: 21. April 2021, 16:51:12 PM »
From a basic point of view, your use of the English language is very good. I can tell that your first language is not English and you have done very good writing using it. Your sentence structure is fine and I found very little that could be changed.

The story is well written and I would like to see more of it. It is always nice to see new people writing stories. I encourage you to keep writing more of this story.

When you add more to your story, please keep all the chapters in one thread so that it is easy to locate them. If you would like someone to proofread your stories before you post them, just ask for someone to do it. I am always willing to help as well as Duncombec and a few others.

I would like your permission to add your story to my collection and share it with other people.

I also recommend reading the rules for posting stories. I didn't see anything in your story that violates the rules.
https://www.bracesforum.net/general/forum-rules/msg34239/#msg34239

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 1
« Reply #2 on: 21. April 2021, 22:46:50 PM »
I could easily follow your story and I enjoyed it very much please add more  its good so far my friend

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 1
« Reply #3 on: 21. April 2021, 23:37:38 PM »
Thank you guys for your encouragements. Here is the next chapter of my story. I will see with Braceface2015 if the following could be proofread. I specify that all the characters are fictitious.

Chapter 2 : The Doubts

Coming back to work after the appointment, I could not stop thinking about the discussion with Dr Bortmann.

Janet, my 54 years old executive assistant colleague with whom I talked about this appointment, told me it was not such a bad new, telling me she had an orthodontic treatment with metal fullbands braces when she was a teenager and smiling of all her teeth to show me her beautiful smile. I did not know what fullabands braces were, so she showed me pictures just founded on the internet on her computer screen. I never paid attention to the different kind of braces and I was nervous about what I saw. Never would I wear such a thing in my mouth. I asked her how long she had to wear theses braces on her teeth and she replied two years and a half and how it was a relief when the orthodontist take them off. I found this duration very long. Feeling me very insecure about this topic at this time, she told me there were probably modern technics to make the treatment shorter and less visible than that nowadays.

At this moment, Boris, the young, potential and ambitious 25 years old accountant of the company came, asking for a document. He’s the kind of boy with no weak points, nice body, nice face, nice girlfriend, nice situation. With a hateful behavior, he’s used to laugh at anybody, except our two bosses. Even if I have a lot of confidence in myself, this guy is capable of hurting you with his nasty words and comments. When I came back to work after I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, he did not hesitate to ask me what did I do wrong to make him leave with somebody else.

He noticed I was a little concerned about something and looked at the screen of Janet’s computer which was turned to me. He immediately understood what it was about and asked me, with a mean smile, if I will have braces at my advanced age. Very embarrassed and beginning to blush after his question, I answered stammering, “no no, no way I wear that kind of stuff. Janet was…was showing me how horrific was her orthodontic treatment when she was young. Just a general discussion”. Feeling my embarrassment, he replied I could become the first executive assistant to get 5G network with all this stuff in the mouth, smiling with his perfect smile about his not funny joke. I gave him the document he asked and he left, without any thanks, only saying “bye future train track”. I started to have tears in my eyes.

Janet said “Poor dear, I am so sorry for you. Don’t listen to him. He’s a dork. Go to see your orthodontist and maybe you won’t need any treatment at all and, in any case, there is no need to be embarrassed. You’re a young and beautiful woman, always chic and well dressed. You can cope with an orthodontic treatment”.

Trying to regain confidence, I said “Yes Janet. My confidence will not be affected by this guy. And you’re totally right, maybe my teeth problem can be solved with other than braces”.

I finished my day of work at 6 PM, not thinking too much about my dental appointment, and came back to my apartment. It was too late to call the orthodontist office, so I decided to call it the next day. The night, I thought there was no way for me to put metal braces on my teeth like my friends in middle school, so I did some research on the Internet about orthodontics and learned several treatments are possible with white brackets, brackets behind teeth or only gutters. I also discovered a treatment is very expensive and not every healthcare insurance support the cost. The less visible is the treatment, the more expensive is the cost. Even if I have some savings to do it and the treatment is not so visible, I am not convinced to do it for now. I will see that tomorrow morning.

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 2
« Reply #4 on: 22. April 2021, 02:40:41 AM »
I have added the edited version to TheArchive.

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 2
« Reply #5 on: 22. April 2021, 05:43:13 AM »
Well written story. Thanks for your efforts in writing.

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 2
« Reply #6 on: 23. April 2021, 01:14:39 AM »
Thanks Guys. Here is the new chapter, proofread by Braceface2015.

I hope some of you will enjoy it. Feel free to tell me.

Chapter 3 : Arranging an Orthodontist appointment

After about two months, I did not make that call to the orthodontist's office to arrange an appointment, even if I constantly thought of it. I was hoping to see if my teeth problem would fix by itself.

During this time, Boris, staying mean and unpleasant with everybody, including me, did not talk about our last discussion, except once when he referred briefly to my broken phone network.

Janet asked me twice what I was going to do with my teeth but I replied I did not know, saying my pain was decreasing, which was not the case.

On the contrary, the toothaches became more often and I felt the pain increase gradually.

I decided to request another appointment with my dentist, wanting to ask him if there was no other option than the orthodontist. I arranged an appointment with him for the next week, on Saturday, the 26th of May at 11 A.M., thanks to a cancellation.

I did not work that day and I could take the time to prepare myself and wear less classical clothes than when I work. It was a sunny and quite hot day for the season (22 °C). I chose to wear a light pretty short blue summer dress, with white polka dots on it, with quite shiny flesh-coloured tights and brown 10 cm (4 inches) open-toe ankle boots, without a platform. I left my long brown hair slightly wavy loose. I put my beige raincoat over it when I went out.

At his office, even when he complimented me about my elegant style, he seemed angry with me about when I told him I did not do anything. He repeated to me that he could not help me himself and to go to see the orthodontist he recommended to treat the malocclusion and the problem might quickly disappear. Said like that, it seemed to be very simple, but not for me, really scared about the idea to put braces on my teeth, especially for an independent single woman of my age. I said that to him and he answered by bitching, "go to see the orthodontist before being scared."

I decided to go for a walk and to go out with friends that day, without deciding about it.

So, after two more weeks of reflection, and hesitation, feeling the problem was getting worse with increasing pain, I took the plunge to arrange an appointment with the recommended orthodontist, Dr. Gispen. On the phone, I described my problem to the secretary, who offered me an appointment the next week, on Friday, the 15th of June, at 7 PM. I accepted it. I noticed something strange when she spoke, like a slight lisp or something, especially when she said “Dr. Gipsen”. Anyway, one more week to wait for the answers about a possible orthodontic treatment.

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Despite the lack of comments, here is the new chapter. Feel totally free to give me your opinion.


Chapter 4 :  The first appointment and the diagnosis

The morning of the appointment, I was feeling very nervous despite it was supposed to be a beautiful day, sunny with no cloud and quite hot (+22 °C). I finished my workday early so I could come back home, take a shower and change my day clothes before going to the appointment. Not so confident on this day, I decided to go to this appointment with unusually uncomfortable clothes, wearing a light blue sleeveless tight top under a denim jacket, black jeggings and white sneakers (this choice clearly meant I was not feeling good). I did my hair quickly with my hair tied back and of course I wore my glasses.

With the orthodontist not far from my apartment, I went to the office on foot.

After walking for 15 minutes, I arrived at the orthodontist's office with a lot of stress.

The gilded plates placed next to the entrance door of the building mentioned four orthodontists, probably associates, including Dr. Gipsen.

I entered and introduced myself to the secretary behind the desk just in front of the entry door. She was a blond mid-length squared-cut-haired woman with brown eyes under glasses too, in her mid-30's, wearing a light yellow coat over a classy navy blue knee-length tight dress, with shiny flesh-colored tights and navy-blue 10 cm high heels pumps with a small platform (2 cm). She had a pretty good style.

-   "Good evening Misshish (Mrs), I am Shuzhan (Suzan) Campbell, the shecratary of the orthodontisht offische, what can I do for you? Shlshlshl," she said.

I immediately noticed silver from her mouth when she spoke and heard this time a noticeable lisp and slurp, sometimes at the end of sentences. I could not see more because she talked without opening her mouth a lot.

-   “Hi, I am Alecja Pacejka, I have an appointment with Dr. Gipsen at 7 P.M.”

-   "Okay, Pleazh give me your healszhh coverage documentsh, szhe letter from your dentisht and take a shheat in szhe waiting room, shlshlshl," slurping again after the sentence.

I thanked her, gave her the documents and I went to the waiting room, telling myself she was very unlucky to have to endure such an orthodontic treatment, with metal and lisping, at her age. At least she worked in a better place to be treated, hoping at least her treatment could be shorter thanks to that. Everything in the office was recent and clean. There was one screen in the waiting room, presenting some information about orthodontics and the waiting time remaining for each doctor. I had to wait 10 minutes to see Dr. Gipsen.

There were 2 teenagers waiting separately, a boy and a girl, approximately 15 years old, both looking down quietly. I immediately saw the boy was wearing something with large straps around his head connected to a quite large metal wire placed in front of the lips and coming into his mouth. He stayed silent when I said "Hi."

The girl replied and smiled with her teeth, which were all covered by quite large metal brackets, like my girl friends in middle school. "Not surprising for her age," I said to myself.

There was also a chestnut half-length square-cut-haired woman, in her mid 40's, who was waiting too. She replied "hi" to me too, not letting me see her teeth. She was wearing a light beige skirt suit, with sheer flesh-coloured tights and beige peep-toe ankle 11.5 cm heeled boots with no platform. She was very classy. Anyway, because of her age, I said to myself she was probably a mother waiting for her child.

Suzan entered the room and said, "Mishish Collinsh." The lady stood up and smiled very confidently with her teeth, allowing us to see her teeth were also covered with metal brackets, like the teenage girl. She left the room saying, "Goodbye." I replied the same, a little shocked to see she was a patient too.

My stress suddenly went up and I began panicking after seeing everyone, including two women in their 30’s or 40’s, with metal dental appliances.

As far as I was concerned, I never considered metal braces as an option. If I really did need treatment, I wanted the least visible possible thing and especially no metal thing. I tried to take deep breaths to calm down, thinking there is no reason I could not have anything other than metal braces.

5 minutes later, Suzan came back in the waiting room and called, "Misshish Paschezhka," trying several times to pronounce it roughly correctly.

I stood up without saying anything and I followed her in the long corridor to the examination room. My heart was really pounding. She opened the door and I saw two women, sit on rolling chairs, finishing packing the material around the examination chair. The first one was a thin tall blonde-haired woman who was about 40 years old, hair strictly pulled back with a bun, wearing a white coat over a black mid-thigh length skirt suit with sheer and shiny black tights and very high-heeled black peep-toe pumps, around 11.5 cm with no platform. Her feet were very arched in those shoes. The second one was a brown half-length square-haired woman who is about 30 years old and 1.60 m tall, wearing a light blue coat over a white knee-length skirt with sheer white tights and white sneakers.

Suzan introduced me, with the same difficulties pronouncing my name. The tall blonde woman stood up, saying curtly, without any smile, “Hi, I am Dr. Olivia Gispen and this is Stacey Stuart, my assistant.” I noticed when she was talking, her teeth were covered with metal brackets too, but no lisp at all. However, she seemed to be very confident and showed no intention to hide them at all. The assistant greeted me with a head gesture and smiled but did not open her mouth. I first was surprised Dr. Gipsen was a woman. I do not know why but I was convinced she was a man. And I was especially surprised that she wore braces. As an orthodontist with her age, I could have thought the braces thing, if she had needed them, was over for a long time.

Immediately, the doctor told me to sit in the chair and, just after a few words from me about the reason for my visit, she asked me to open my mouth, which I did.

She asked Stacey to put in a cheek retractor, which she did gently, and began to examine me after adjusting the light. She said to Stacey different medical terms and numbers. Stacey was filling in the information on the computer.

After that, she told Stacey to remove the cheek retractor.

She looked at the letter and X-rays and notes from Dr. Bortmann for a few minutes.

She left the room, leaving me alone with Stacey. I asked Stacey if Dr. Gipsen was always so curt. She replied briefly, “Yesh, but shhe’zh very good in what shhe doezh, shlshlshl.” Even if she spoke a little, I noticed metal things on her teeth too and I heard a lisp similar to Suzan, also slurping at the end of the sentence.

Still one more adult with metal braces. I believed there was no other kind of treatments like invisible trays or ceramic brackets in this office.

Dr. Gipsen came back 10 minutes after and told me curtly: "So, there is good news and bad news. The bad news is you need to start orthodontic treatment as soon as possible if you don’t want your toothaches to get worse. If you agree with the treatment, I will correct your malocclusion and it should be over after this treatment.”

-   “Oh, such a shame, maybe the good news is this treatment can be slight and barely visible, with non-invasive appliances?” I replied

-   “No, the good news is your healthcare insurance is pretty good and will cover nearly totally the cost of the treatment, leaving you only 300£ to pay for all the treatment duration, retention device included, instead of 3,500£,” she said.

-   “Okay, good news, but what kind of treatment can I have? Would it be possible for that cost to have invisible trays or lingual braces? Not sure I want ceramic braces because some people could see I wear braces,” I said.

-   “This won’t be a problem because I don’t work with invisible trays or ceramic braces because they are less accurate and quite fragile. Anyway, invisible trays are not adapted to treat your case. I avoid treatment with lingual braces because of the numbers of problems created for gums, during and after the treatment, not counting the discomfort of such a treatment, but this is not the point because classical treatments can be uncomfortable too,” she replied.

-   “So, what kind of treatment?” I asked.

-   “With traditional metal braces which are the most effective treatment,” she said.

-   “Metal braces, the words are launched”, I scarily thought.

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I’m liking this very much! A great read.

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I noticed a couple of differences from the copy that you sent me. I like them and think that they make the story better and clarify a few things.

I have modified my copy to include your changes and am adding it to TheArchive.

Don't worry about the lack of comments. Some people will comment when they read more of the story or catch up on a backlog of posts. Most people who read the stories here just don't say anything.

I am enjoying your story and hope that you will continue to add more to it.

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I like your story very much its really good please to continue with it

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Great story! I like how you write the lispy speech. Very nice.

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Very good story and I like the way of your writing!

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 5 - The decision
« Reply #13 on: 30. April 2021, 13:50:59 PM »
Thanks for the comments guys. It encourages me to keep on publishing since the story is appreciated. Thanks also to Braceface2015 who proofread each chapter to avoid the numerous mistakes.

Here is the new chapter.



Chapter 5 - The Decision

Dr. Gipsen should have been seeing a mixture of panic and disappointment in my eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked.

-   "Hmmm, hmmm… not really. You mean the only way to get rid of my toothaches is to wear metal braces? What if I don't?" I said.

-   "Yes, the only way to fix your malocclusion, and make your pain disappear, is to start ortho-dontic treatment with metal braces of course, which are the most effective braces. You need to do it and you need to do it quickly because your teeth are still moving for several reasons. One of these reasons is the position of your tongue, which should be placed higher when it rests. In its actual position, it pushes your front top and bottom teeth forward. We need to correct this position. Another reason is the narrowness of your jaws and the lack of space for your wisdom teeth in the lower jaw, which are still pushing straight but do not have enough space. I think we could save them from being removed by expanding the arch of your upper and lower jaw. The third reason is the teeth of your top jaw are too far ahead. We have to move them back. Probably another problem is the strength of your lips, which are pushing some of your teeth backward. We need to solve all the problems successively and it should be okay after the treatment plan," she replied.

-   “Well, I have plenty of problems. It appears to be a complicated case but I guess I do not have the choice. When can we start and how long will the treatment last ?” I asked.

-   "Not that complicated but there are several problems to fix, like everyone treated here. Some of these are more common than other ones. So, if you're okay with the treatment, you need to sign the form and the quote and we can start now by making the dental molds and pre-pare for the installation of the braces at the next appointment. If you're not sure for now, you need to arrange another appointment and this will cost you 75£ more, for nothing more than today. I can't commit to the duration of the treatment. I'm only saying to you that the aver-age duration for adult orthodontic treatment is 18 to 24 months but keep in mind that it could be longer. It depends on how your teeth will react to the treatment. 24 months goes by fast you know," she replied.

-   "God, 24 months!!! I didn't think it could be so long as an adult. Will it be painful?"

-   “I am not going to lie to you: a little bit sometimes but it's more a question of discomfort at first after appointments than real pain," she replied.

-   "Well, may I think a little bit and take a look at the papers please?" I asked.

I thought at this time, 'it’s a lot to endure,' but I saw different women of my age or more with metal braces today. It’s not common but maybe not that rare. I just wondered how long all these women had been wearing their braces. I did not dare to ask for now.

-   "Well, I'm leaving you with Stacey to do this and I will go to the next patient. Take the time you need and I'll come back later. If you decide to leave without doing anything, this is your choice, but I remind you your problem won't fix by itself. The longer you wait, the longer and the harder the treatment could be," she said.

Then, she stood up and walked to the exit door of the room, with the noise of her heels hitting on the tiled floor at each step. I thought at this time that despite the braces, she was such a beautiful and classy lady.

Stacey gave me the form and the quotes. It was about 8 pages to read in pretty small print. I tried to focus on the price I needed to pay. 300£, which was clearly less than the prices I had seen on the Internet and I obviously could afford this cost, this was not the problem. I could pay in several payments anyway. The duration was not clearly indicated on the papers, only an estimated average of 24 months was mentioned with no contractual engagement and no more charge if the treatment lasted longer. For the kind of treatment, it was only written "standard metal braces and every required appliance," with no mention of the appliances required. I asked Stacey what kind of appliances may be required and she answered that she did not know specifically for my case but it could be a Herbst appliance, lip bumpers or expander, slurping again at the end of her sentence.

Her answer was not very clear for me because I did not know what these appliances looked like exactly. Dr. Gipsen only talked about metal braces, so I could imagine there would only be traditional metal brackets and no specific appliance.

After I spent 15 minutes reading, I decided not to read the small paragraphs on the last pages and signed the documents at the end, with no more questions. I thought it was a good choice for my health, remembering the words of the two doctors I saw.

-   "That's done, Stacey. Hold on," I said.

-   “Szhanksh Alecjsha. I will call Dr. Jshipshen, shlshlshl,” she replied.

I could only see metal brackets in her mouth, no more things. I wondered why she had this lisping and slurping all the time.

Dr. Gipsen came back a few minutes later.

-   "Well, you signed all the documents. That's the best choice you could do, Mrs. Pacejka," she said, while she was entering the room and sitting on her stool.

-   “I hope I won’t regret it!” I said hesitantly.

-   "There is no chance. So we can start by doing the molds. It won't be painful but this is often the most unpleasant part of the treatment for the patients. Stacey, please give me the mold-ing trays sized to Mrs. Pacejka's jaws and fill them with the paste. Please lie down on the chair Mrs. Pacejka!" Dr. Gipsen said curtly.

Stacey prepared something I could not see. Dr. Gipsen asked me to open my mouth wide, which I did. She began on the upper jaw by inserting the molding tray over all my teeth to the trachea and asked me to stay like that for a couple of minutes, concentrating on breathing through my nose. It was very hard and after 30 seconds, I started panicking when I lost control of my breath and became unable to breathe normally. Dr. Gipsen told me to hold and relax and focus on breathing through the nose. I started to move my entire body, beginning to suffocate. Dr. Gipsen remained quite indifferent and impassive to my noticeable panic. In the end, I could not breathe at all until she removed the molding frame quickly. I could finally take a deep breath with great relief. Dr. Gispen did not say any word except, "you can breathe now," but Stacey said to me kindly, “it will be okay.”

Letting me recover for two minutes, Dr. Gispen asked me to open my mouth for the second jaw, saying it should be easier… and it fortunately was.

After the step of doing the molds, I said jokingly, "Oh… the worst part is now over."

Dr. Gipsen only said, "Yes maybe," without any smile.

I said to myself, 'this woman never smiles'.

This was not finished. She asked me to open my mouth and asked Stacey to put the cheek retractor in again, which she did. She placed 4 elastics called 'spacers' between my molars in the upper jaw and 6 between my molars and my premolars in the lower jaw. I began to feel some pressure instantly.

After that, she prescribed painkillers to take for the night and, if necessary, the next few days and said the treatment could really start at the next appointment, which should not be for one week. She asked me to check with Stacey to arrange this appointment because Suzan had left at this time. Then she said goodbye and left the room with the typical noise of her heels on the floor.

Hesitating about the date of this appointment because of my job, I chose a Friday two weeks after, so the 29th of June, at 6 PM. It would let me have the weekend after to get used to the braces.

I said goodbye to Stacey who walked with me to the exit door and gave me copies of the signed documents. I went out along the corridor, passing next to the waiting room where there were still two adults waiting. It was already 8:30 PM. and still two patients to see Dr. Gipsen, who definitely had a long day.



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« Reply #14 on: 30. April 2021, 16:36:25 PM »
Great story, I can't wait for the next part! I hope she will have good lisp, lol!

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Re: New story : Alecja's need of orthodontics - Ch. 5 - The decision
« Reply #15 on: 30. April 2021, 17:41:43 PM »
Nice job! Looking forward to reading the rest of the story

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« Reply #16 on: 30. April 2021, 19:25:28 PM »
This story is so good so far! Please keep going :)

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« Reply #17 on: 30. April 2021, 20:58:32 PM »
You just know the devil will be in those paragraphs she didn't read!

Just one super nit-picky proofreading feedback that won't bother anyone: the £ always goes before the number in the UK.  ;)

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« Reply #18 on: 01. May 2021, 00:41:06 AM »
I did kind of wonder about that, duncombec. Thank you for pointing it out to me. I will correct that in the future and make the change in my current copy.

Radian is writing a very good story and I am looking forward to more of it.

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« Reply #19 on: 02. May 2021, 18:57:23 PM »
Keep up the good work!????????

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Thank you guys, and sorry for the Pound Sterling.  :o

Here is the new chapter, still proofread by Braceface2015.

I made some minor changes after his proofreading. I hope I did not make any mistakes on these. ;D

Chapter 6 - The panic and the need of consolation

I came back from the orthodontist's office, walking down the street to my apartment, beginning to feel the pain caused by the spacers placed between several of my teeth. I started thinking about the idea of being a metal-braced woman: 'What is the sensation to have all these metal things in the mouth and how will others react when they see my smile when the braces will be on?'

It was almost 9 pm when I arrived at my place. I prepared the dinner: only a vegetable soap and apple compote as the desert, because of the increasing pain in my teeth caused by the spacers, which are definitely very painful. I also took one advised painkiller to feel relieved of the pain for the night.

I searched on the Internet for the different kinds of treatment with metal braces and saw some pictures of each treatment. I began to regret that I made my choice so quickly, without seeing another orthodontist to get another medical opinion. I was not sure I wanted metal brackets on my teeth for the next 18 to 24 months. I liked to be classy and dressed in my best nearly every day but what would I look like with a teenager's silver smile? And I was a 33-year-old woman who was single. I would probably stay single until the braces were removed at the age of 35. Moreover, I started thinking I would probably lose all my credibility in my job, especially in front of guys like Boris.

I started panicking again. ‘Why did I do that? Could I cancel it?’ I was sure at this time that I wanted to at least delay the treatment. I needed to call the orthodontist's office now but it was probably closed at 10 PM. I still tried, but no one answered of course.

So, I called my best friend Claire, who lived in the same town as me, to talk to her about my big problem. She already knew the whole thing about my dental problem before this afternoons appointment. Claire is a red long-haired woman, aged 32, with beautiful green eyes and a beautiful white smile. Indeed, she was a braces wearer when she was a teenager. She always has a great look. Unfortunately, she had been single for a while at the time. The last thing you needed to know is Claire was in a wheelchair due to an accident when she was 17, which left her a C5/C6 incomplete quadriplegic, paralysed from the chest down. I did not know her at that time, but I guess it has been a major event and a struggle to cope with. She still is a really nice and supportive person. I hoped she was not in her bed at this late hour. Indeed, she needs assistance to go to bed, so maybe she was already sleeping. The phone rang.

-   “Hey, my friend,” said Claire.

-   "Hey Claire, I'm so relieved that you are not in bed at this late hour. Am I bothering you? How are you? Do you have the time to talk a little bit?" I asked.

-   "In fact, technically, I am in bed. Paula (one of her caregivers) has just left after helping me to get into it, but I'm still not sleeping. I am watching an uninteresting TV show comfortably laying in my bed. I'm glad to hear from you, like always. I'm fine. I had a very good and intense day and did plenty of things. I'm a little tired and glad it is the weekend, but there is absolutely no problem talking together, all night if necessary. My catheter is installed, so I no longer need to get up to go to the bathroom," she said jokingly in the end (Claire talks about every aspect of her disability with ease and humor).

-   "Wow, you seem super fine! So happy to hear that. You will be able to take some rest just after your Czech native friend bothers you a little bit. What did you do so satisfying?" I said.

-   “You are not bothering me at all, of course. Many projects in my company are coming to their end. Things are finally moving forward. We’re beginning to raise money,” she said (Claire owns a company whose goal is to find solutions for aids for disabled people).

-   "Oh, that's very good news. You wanted to achieve your projects for a long time," I said.

-   "And what's up for you Alecja. Today was the day of your first orthodontist appointment, wasn't it? How was it? I'm a little worried that you're calling me so late," she said.

-   “Hmmm… not very good. That’s why I’m calling you. I am very anxious about what happened with the orthodontist,” I replied.

I told Claire how the appointment was and that I signed up to start orthodontic treatment with metal braces.

-   "Ohhh, poor dear. But you don't have to worry so much about that. It's only braces. It's temporary and it's for your health. You know, I had metal braces when I was a teenager. Okay, it's more common to have them at that age but it was still not that easy, because when you're a teenager, you build yourself up and you need to make your self-confidence grow up and braces don't help at all. Moreover, I had mine between the ages of 15 and 19, when I was in high school and the first year of college, and I had my accident in the middle of the treatment. Because of it and even if the braces stayed on, my treatment was interrupted for more than a year and I lost plenty of time. So, I wore braces for 4 years, as a crippled teenager, then a young adult. It was a challenge but I don't regret any part of this. I was so used to seeing myself with the braces that I pretty loved them in the end. I was even a little disappointed when they were removed. And now, I love my smile now, even if my teeth have shifted a little bit since. If I had the choice, I think I would rather wear them now, as an independent woman than before as an unachieved teenager in a wheelchair. You will stay a smart and beautiful woman anyway," she said kindly.

-   Really sorry, Claire. I'm so sorry. I don't have the right to complain to you and you're totally right, 18 to 24 months of braces is nothing compare to what you've been through. You're a wonderful person: so strong and always listening. By the way, I find your teeth and your smile really beautiful. I did not notice anything wrong with them," I said.

-   "Don't be sorry. You're my best friend and you are worrying about something that concerns you. It's normal for me to listen to you and to help you go through this. And I really understand it's not easy at all for you. This is a major change you'll have to cope with during a couple of years. You know, I'm not always strong but I have to do my best to push myself every day. If I don't, my wheelchair won't move to the supermarket and I will be hungry, which makes me angry (laughing). And for my smile, I can assure you my teeth are not perfect. Besides, it makes me think that I could consider fixing that too," Claire said, jokingly.

-   "No, you don't need it, sweetie."

We talked together during the next 2 hours that night, until midnight, about braces, life and lots of things, especially shopping. Claire was a fashion lover too. About the braces, she made me hesitate about cancelling the treatment but even if her treatment was probably a lot harder, I'm not ready to start treatment for myself. I went to bed thinking to give a call to Dr. Gipsen's office the next morning to ask if it was still possible to cancel everything.



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I am enjoying being able to help by proofreading this story. I have added the latest chapter to TheArchive with the changes that you made.

Each writer should be happy with what they write and the changes that you make are good. I'm enjoying this story and eagerly await each new chapter.

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Its interesting when reading a story by someone for whom English is a second language, i can see a certain amount of your own native language structures in there... but what us much more interesting is seeing the various aspects of small things (and also people's attitudes to things) that are different in your country to mine (England)... these are actually great things to see in someone's writing.... (in fact I often do this on purpose, just to annoy any Americans, who like to think they are English!).

So don't worry that your writing is not in perfect English, it is absolutely understandable, and enjoyable!

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So while I haven't posted in a while, I want to let you know that I do like this story and want you to continue it to where you see it going. While I haven't written anything for this or any other braces website, I do appreciate what you and any other writer does. I like the pace you're setting and want to see where you take this great start

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Great story !! Please continue

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I like the story so far and am very interested to see where it goes; thanks for writing it!

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Thank you all for your support. I think reviews are important to go on writing.

Its interesting when reading a story by someone for whom English is a second language, i can see a certain amount of your own native language structures in there... but what us much more interesting is seeing the various aspects of small things (and also people's attitudes to things) that are different in your country to mine (England)... these are actually great things to see in someone's writing.... (in fact I often do this on purpose, just to annoy any Americans, who like to think they are English!).

I'd like to discuss more about that, especially the difference between our countries about people's attitude. Maybe a new topic should be created about that !

By the way, here is the new chapter, still with Braceface2015's help. Alecja could have her braces on soon  ;)

Chap 7 The regrets and the resignation

I woke up at 10 AM this morning because I did not sleep well last night. I could not stop questioning myself about my treatment and being disturbed by the pain caused by the spacers. It was very painful when I woke up and I immediately had to take a painkiller.

After a breakfast with only drinks - I could not eat something at all because of the pain -, I called the orthodontist's office to ask my question about cancelling my treatment.

-   "Hi, Dr. Jshipshen's office. What can I do for you? Shlshlshl," a woman said.

-   “Hello, Alecja Pacejka on the phone, is that you Suzan?”

-   “Yeshh, it ishh, Are the shpaschersh okay, shlshlshl?”

-   "Quite painful but this is not why I'm calling you. Well, Suzan, I thought a lot about starting orthodontic treatment last night and I'm not sure I want to do it for now. I'd like to cancel everything, waiting for a little bit more to be sure to do it or not," I said.

-   “Ohh, Shhorry to hear szhat, slhslhslh. I know it’sh not eazhy for you to do shuschh a treatment, slhslhslh. But I szhink it’sh too late to do it now. The contract you have signed containszh a clauszhe according to whischh if you shtop the treatment or you’re not compliant at any time, you will have to pay an indemnity of  £8,000, slhslhslh.” she said.

-   “…but… but… hmm… are you sure, because I did not really start the treatment yet and I only signed the contract yesterday night?” I asked.

-   “Yesh, I am shure. Szhish ish to compel pashientsh not to shtop szheir treatment before szhe end, whischh could damage szheir dentition, slhslhslh. And actually, szhe treatment haszh already started with the moldszh and the shpascherszh, slhslhslh,” she replied.

-   "Oh no… What if you ask Dr. Gipsen if, as an exception, she accepts to break the contract without any indemnity? I am ready to pay whatever you ask for the molds and the spacers." I asked, a little bit confused.

-   "Oh, I shhouldn't do szhat. Dr. Jshipshen ish intranszhijshent with szhat kind of requesht, slhslhslh. You know, schhe ish very shtrict wiszh Shtaschey and myshelf too and wouldn't accshept susch a requesht if one of ush ashk it, slhslhslh. Lishten to me, it could be worshe for you wiszh your treatment after, slhslhslh," she said.

-   “You’re scaring me. Is she that horrible?” I said.

-   "Schhe ish not horrible. Schhe ish jusht very shtrict and likesh to have the e|ntire control in what she doeszh. I shhould not tell you szhat but about on|e year ago, slhslhslh, I ashked for a delay to get my forshush ap|pliansche becauszhe my vacashionsh shtart the day after and I did not want to have it during szhat time, slhslhslh. Schhe refuszhed and put szhe forshush appliansche on and added a lip bumper on szhe lower jaw, whisch waszh not shupposzhed to be plasched at all, I shtill have boszh on, slhslhslh. I alwaysh szhought schhe added zhe lip bumper becaushe of my demand of delay," she said.

-   “Oh my god, I don’t know what these appliances look like but it sounds not good. I hope she did not do that because of your request. Okay, I won’t insist anymore. Thanks for the information Suzan and have a good day!”

-   “Szhanksh Alecjsha, you too! Bye.”

I was totally upset by what Suzan told me. £8,000 to pay if I wanted to stop now and it was not an option. But the worst is Dr. Gipsen looked like she was very rude with her patients, punishing them if they were not compliant enough.

I thought at this time it was better to stop questioning too much about starting orthodontic treatment, which was definitely going to start in two weeks. I was so afraid of it.

Staying upset for the rest of the day, I did not go out today, preferring trying to relax with gym, meditation and several cups of tea. I only ate soap and apple compote today because of the spacers.

The two weeks passed quickly, the pain caused by the spacers decreasing. During that time, I wondered a lot how it would be to have braces and what kind of appliance I may have, hoping I would only have brackets and nothing affecting my speech like Suzan or Stacey. I was surprised to think sometimes positively about the braces, about how intriguing they are, how was it to kiss someone or do other things with your partner, taking care not to hurt him. On second thought, I told myself I did not find braces that disgusting or awful. Okay, it is metal stuck in the mouth but I was not shocked or found it repulsive when I saw all these persons with braces at the orthodontist's office. On the contrary, I thought, 'At least, they take care of themselves'. I was sure I would not be pleased to have them on but it was not such a disaster. I had other assets to highlight and I should deal being two years in braces. I finally thought that maybe I could find a boyfriend who would not be bothered by it.

During that time, I also was more focused on the teeth of people that I met at work, in the street, at the supermarket, searching for a sign of present or past braces. I only saw teenagers with braces. For the adults, there is a simple rule: whether their teeth are straight, so there is a very high probability they had braces before, or their teeth are slightly or strongly crooked, which look not less repulsive than having braces and which means they did not have braces (or they did not care about the retention part).

The stress began to grow up at the start of the second week. My treatment was officially going to start on Friday, the 15th of June. I had to remember that date. I could not stop telling myself I should probably be free on the 15th of June in two years.

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It is so nice and good story! I like it very much! Thank you for it!

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Re: Story:Alecja's need of orthodontics -Ch. 8 D-day
« Reply #28 on: 02. June 2021, 00:22:23 AM »
Thanks a lot !

Here is the following, still with the precious help of Braceface2015.

Chapter 8 D-day

The big day has come. Friday, the 15th of June finally arrived. When the alarm sounded, at 6:30 AM., I immediately thought about the big change going to happen on this day. I saw outside it was raining and the weather app on my phone told me it was for the whole day. The announced temperature was fine (21° C), so I decided to wear a grey mid-length close-fitting sleeveless dress, very classy, under a white suit jacket, with sheer shiny flesh-colored tights and a pair of black 11 cm stiletto thin high-heeled peep-toe ankle strap pumps, with a 2 cm platform. I chose to leave my hair wavy with a stripe on the side, slightly pulled back. Like every working day, I wore my glasses.

I was stressed a lot all day, trying to stay focused on my work tasks, but I did make a lot of tiny mistakes. During the day, I often thought about cancelling the appointment on the pretext of having an impediment but I hate lying and doing that kind of thing, especially for medical appointments, because I took the place of another patient and it was too late to replace me (and I also thought to the £8000 indemnity for non-compliant patients). So, I did not.

I told Janet the truth about my treatment, which was supposed to start today. She was compassionate and supportive, saying it was worth it.

I did not want this workday to come to an end, but at 4:30 PM., I had to convince myself to leave if I did not want to be late for my appointment. Indeed, I wanted to go through my apartment to refresh and shower myself and change my clothes to go more relaxed to the appointment.

I got into my car and started driving the 10 km road between my job’s place and my apartment in the city center. Unfortunately, I did not know why this happened today, but I fell into unusual traffic, probably caused by an accident, which delayed me a lot.

I arrived at my apartment at 5:20 PM, leaving me not enough time to take a shower, change clothes and go to the orthodontist’s office, because I had to leave at 5:40 to be sure not to be late. I had to resign myself not to go with comfy clothes this time and keep the same outfit on even if it was not very comfortable.

I had to hurry a little bit. I went to the bathroom, refreshed my face, adjusted my slight makeup, put on deodorant and took a look at myself. I thought it would be a good idea to take some photos of my face without braces, so I took a dozen of photos of my face, smiling with teeth or without to keep several points of comparison. I did not have the time to stress too much during this time, only thinking to hurry up.

Ready on time, the moment came to leave my home, with an umbrella because it was still raining a little bit. I had to walk only 1.5 km or so and my high-heeled pumps did not bother me too much to walk that kind of distance.

On the journey to the orthodontist's office, I tried de-dramatizing the situation, thinking about what Claire told me, that it was not such a big deal to have braces and it was temporary. Besides, we had settled on another phone call after the appointment for me to tell her how it went. I said to myself I could invite her to my home for lunch or dinner on the weekend, because I supposed I would not want to go out the first weekend with braces.

Arrived at Dr. Gipsen's office at 5:55 PM, I began feeling extremely nervous. I entered the office, put my umbrella in the umbrella stand placed in the entry and went to Suzan's desk. She was wearing her light yellow sweater over a light blue mid-thigh length skirt, sheer flesh-colored tights and black 10 cm high heeled strappy sandals with a 1 cm platform.

After salutations, Suzan invited me to sit in the waiting room, with her usual lisp, without saying anything about our last conversation. She only asked me gently if I was ready for the big day. I said ‘as much as I can’ and I went to the waiting room.

There were four persons waiting in the waiting room.
-   A boy aged approximately 12 or 13 years old, with a strange voice when he replied to my “hi”.
-   A fair-haired girl aged approximately 15-16 years old. She did not reply and stay focused on her phone.
-   A red-haired girl aged approximately 14 years old. She had the same appliance as the boy the first time I came, with straps around the head and a metal frame going into the mouth in front of the lips; I had learnt on the web since the last time it was called 'headgear'.
-   A woman aged around 50 years old. She was beautiful and very well dressed, wearing a dark green suit and yellow 8 cm heeled sandals with no platform and a few straps on her feet covered with a thin layer of nylon. I could not say if it was tights, stockings or socks. Her blonde hair was dressed in a bun. She replied too, too quickly to see if she had something in her mouth or if she was a mommy waiting for her children.

The TV screen indicated 10 minutes remaining to my appointment with Dr. Gipsen.

Suzan came five minutes later to call "Peter", the boy with the strange voice, and "Katy", the red-haired girl with the strapped appliance two minutes after.

The next one would probably be me.

Suzan came back 5 minutes after, saying “Mishish Pascheshka”.

That was it. The dreaded moment arrived. My heart was pounding like never before, feeling so stressed in my dress which became suddenly too tight and too short. After a deep breath, I stood up and followed her to the examination room where Dr. Gipsen and Stacey were preparing a lot of stuff next to the dental chair where I was invited to sit by Dr. Gipsen, after she said, "Good evening Mrs. Pacejka." I replied the same to her and Stacey and took a seat.

Dr. Gipsen had her hair done like last time and wore the same outfit as the last time, except the flesh-colored tights, and her shoes were beige 14 cm high heeled peep-toe pumps, with a 3 cm platform, and uncovered heels. I thought this woman loved heels as much as I did and dared to wear provocative shoes. She seemed so powerful and sure of herself despite her braces. It was impressive.

Stacey wore her light blue lab coat over white trousers and white 5 cm heeled sandals with a few straps on nude feet. I found her feet were quite beautiful.

Going right to the point without any preliminaries, Dr. Gipsen explained to me what they were going to do on this day: put a quad-helix with a special tongue crib on top and an expander on the bottom, this to create some space and expand the arches as much as possible. This required her to put full-banded brackets on several teeth: four molars on top and 4 molars and 2 pre-molars on the bottom. Then she was going to glue the brackets on all the other teeth and that would be all for this day.

She did not give me the chance to ask any questions. I quickly remembered what an expander would look like on the internet, which did not reassure me at all, but the other things, tongue crib, full-banded braces and quad helix I did not recognise. During the talk, I noticed some kind of metal appliances prepared on the table next to us and it seemed very bulky for one mouth. I said to myself, 'everything was not for me.'

Stacey put thick orange glasses on me and placed the cheek retractor then. Dr. Gipsen, with Stacey's help, removed the spacers and cleaned cautiously each tooth of my mouth. After that, she began to make different attempts to place the appliances surrounding some of my teeth. I feel her use some strength sometimes to make the appliance fit. She did that for the upper, then for the lower jaw. At this time, I felt a lot of stuff in my mouth, without understanding which of it was supposed to stay. She removed everything and asked Stacey to prepare the glue. Then Dr. Gipsen put the glue on my teeth and placed the appliances back. Stacey turned on the blue light gun at several places. My mouth was becoming very dry.

On the next step, Dr. Gipsen placed cautiously the brackets on the other teeth and glued them, with Stacey's help by turning on the blue light. She also added something on the top of two of my lower molars, called ‘bite blocks’, that she dried with the blue light too.

On the final step, Dr. Gipsen placed a thin wire on each jaw and fixed it with tiny grey elastics on each bracket, without asking me the color I wanted (I have read sometimes you can choose the color, but anyway, I would probably have chosen grey ones).

The total operation lasted a little less than two hours, leaving me most of the time with my completely dried mouth widely opened with the cheek retractor in it.

In the end, Dr. Gipsen said, "Okay, it's finished for today." Stacey removed the cheek retractor, letting me feel what there was on and behind my teeth. I will always remember what I felt at this time. I felt lots of high tension on each of my teeth. I had the impression that there was no more free space in my mouth. I did not know where to place my tongue which was hitting on something on the top, on the bottom and forward. The brackets seemed to me so bulky. Passing my lips over my teeth several times, I believed I had several rows of teeth instead of one. I noticed when I bit down, my lower and my upper jaws could not touch each other because of the bite blocks. I understood why this name was given to them. I was then invited by Doctor Gipsen to rinse my mouth, which I immediately did to get some saliva back, after long minutes of rinsing.

Dr. Gipsen asked, "Everything is okay?"

-   “Yesh, maybe, bud’h I szhink you forgod’h d‘ho remove shomeszhing in my mouszh,”  I tried to say. I could not talk properly with all that stuff inside, especially the thing in front of my tongue. I especially had to find a way to pronounce the “t” differently. My voice sounded weird too.

-   “No, I did not. Everything is in place now for the beginning of your treatment. I’m going to place other appliances the next time but you need to get used to these first. Your speech is affected for now but should improve with practice, don’t worry. Don’t be surprised because of the excess of saliva the appliances will create for the first days,” she said.

-   “Sho, you mean everyszhing shd’hayszh in plasche for now? Pleazh, could you ad’h leashd’h remove jusdh’h one szhing for now? I wond’h be able d’ho shd’hand all szhad’h sd’huff in my mouszh. I shd’hill can’d’h bid’he properly,” I asked.

-   "This won't be possible. You're gonna have to deal with it but you're gonna get used to it. Stacey will give you some advice on how to brush your teeth and get your mouth clean with everything needed at first in this kit. You must have impeccable dental hygiene. You also have to arrange another appointment in about a month," she said. Then she gave me a small packet with some stuff like a toothbrush and other things inside.

-   “Okay, szhank you,” I said, starting to feel saliva forming in my mouth.

-   "By the way, nice outfit!" Dr. Gipsen said.

I was so surprised by these first kind words from her that I could not say anything and just smiled.

Then, Dr. Gipsen stood up and walked out of the room with her natural class, with the typical noise of her shoes at each step. I began admiring her for her strength and her class, even if she was very rude.

After telling me it will get better, understanding me perfectly for going through the same things, Stacey asked me if I wanted to look at myself in a mirror. I nodded and she gave me a mirror. I took a quick look at my face and profile, with an instant smile where I could only see tons of metal on my teeth. I noticed that even with my mouth shut, I could see some slight growths everywhere under my lips.

She then explained to me how to take care of my dental hygiene, braces and other appliances, specifically how to brush my teeth cautiously. She also told me how to use the key for the expander and how to use the products contained in the kit: the tiny toothbrush to pass behind the braces, the wax to relieve irritations of the cheeks or the tongue and the gel to treat the possible ulcers. She advised me to take painkillers to prevent the pain for the first few days.

It was so hard to talk that I chose not asking questions of Stacey. I just wanted to hide myself and cry but I tried to stay strong in front of the dental assistant, even if I was starting to have tears in my eyes.

We arranged together the next appointment on Friday, the 13th of July at 1 P.M. I wanted an after-work appointment, because I was off from this Friday night for 3 weeks but Dr Gipsen’s calendar was full at this time.

She finally came with me to the exit door of the office and we said goodbye. I did not dare to look at anything when I was walking from the office, preferring to look at the ground. It was already around 8 P.M.

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Re: Story:Alecja's need of orthodontics -Ch. 8 D-day
« Reply #29 on: 02. June 2021, 05:49:03 AM »
Very nice story, thank you!

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Re: Story:Alecja's need of orthodontics -Ch. 8 D-day
« Reply #30 on: 03. June 2021, 17:11:18 PM »
What a treatment! Looking forward to what else gets added.

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« Reply #31 on: 03. June 2021, 18:11:31 PM »
Awesome story, I love it!

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« Reply #32 on: 06. June 2021, 08:19:56 AM »
Wow this is fantastic, really enjoying what’s there so far!

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Re: Story:Alecja's need of orthodontics -Ch. 8 D-day
« Reply #33 on: 06. June 2021, 20:53:17 PM »
Great story! I like the effort you put into the detailed descriptions.

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Thanks a lot guys. I'm glad you enjoy the story.

Here is the following, proofread by Braceface2015

Chapter 9 Back home with braces on

After a few steps outside, it started to rain a lot and I had left my umbrella in the office, so I turned around to go back to the office. Inside, when I was taking back my umbrella, I met a handsome man in his 40’s who was going out. He gave me a nice smile with a perfect white smile while he held the door for me. I smiled briefly, keeping my mouth shut in return, without any chance to let him see the ‘stuff’ inside my mouth. I went out behind him with my umbrella and he went into a beautiful red sports car and left in it.

At this time, I had no car to hide myself and I started walking back to my home. During my return path, I could not stop exploring what there was inside my mouth, with my tongue touching the top and bottom appliances, the tongue crib and the brackets, except those I could not touch because of the tongue crib, and my lips, passing down and up the front brackets every thirty seconds.

The sensation was uncomfortable and weird but not that unpleasant or painful. Nevertheless, I said to myself I needed to avoid doing that too often, especially with my lips, to avoid mouth ulcers.

When I arrived at home, my umbrella was completely wet because of the rain, so were my feet. It was definitely not the day to wear open-toe shoes. I left my umbrella outside my flat, entered into it, closed the entrance door behind me, threw my keys on the side table, took off my sandals which were be-ginning to hurt my feet because of the walk and fell apart crying on the couch in the living room. I could not stop saying to myself, "why is this happening to me? Please tell me this is a nightmare." I suddenly felt like a stupid teenager being forced into orthodontic appliances that are very visible and bulky. "Shame on me!"

Then plenty of questions came : ‘how will I talk correctly with all that stuff in my mouth, especially at work where I often use the phone or host people?, ‘what my family, friends, colleagues and clients will think seeing me with my metal mouth and an impairment to talk properly?’, ‘Is there any risk to get fired for that?’.

My phone rang suddenly. I took it and saw it is Claire. I so wanted to take that call and talk to her but I was clearly not able to speak. I chose not to take it, so Claire left me a vocal message: “Hello my bestie, I was just calling you like we planned to ask how was your orthodontist’s appointment and if everything was okay. Feel free to call me back. It’s Friday night and I should be awake, probably in my comfy bed, at least until midnight. Kisses.”

I sent her a text message: “Please forgive me but I won’t be able to call you tonight. I’m not very well because of what happened at the orthodontist’s office but I can’t complain to you.”

-   "I hope you know you'll never bother me and I'm still able to hear some complaints, whatever my condition is. My doctor said it's good for my health and it could help me to walk again. Please don't take my chance away!" saying that while laughing in her vocal rapid message. She prefers using vocal messages because typing a text message is not easy for her with the poor mobility of her fingers.

-   “Oh, you’re really the best person I know Claire. I’m so grateful to have you as my best friend. The problem is I am not able to speak correctly because of my braces. Plenty of appliances in my mouth,” I texted her.

-   “Oh, please let’s try. My ears work well too and I can stay concentrated a little more than 2 minutes on trying to understand you at best. What do you think?” (vocal from Claire)

-   “I assure you, it sounds really bad.” (text from me)

-   “I bet you £50 I won’t make you repeat any word.” (vocal from Claire)

She was just so sweet that I could not resist her insistence and was okay to call her back. And I really wanted to talk to her, at least I could try. I sent her a text message to give me one hour to get ready. That meant "eat" my "usual after a visit to the orthodontist" vegetable soup and apple compote, shower myself, brush my teeth, get night clothes (large grey T-shirt, underpants and socks – I always wear socks for the night) on, which took me a little less than 10 minutes and was some kind of weird, go to the bathroom and finally lie down into my bed, ready for the night.

I looked carefully at the inside of my mouth: The brackets in the center of my teeth were bulky enough, covering about half of the teeth. They seemed to be the same that Dr. Gipsen used for herself. I could compare because she did not hide her braces at all when she talked, even if she never smiled. Ten teeth are entirely covered by full-banded braces, covering almost all the surface of the teeth, 4 on top and 6 on the bottom. I could see some kind of numerous wires connected to two of the upper full-banded brackets: one wire is placed along the inside of my teeth and the second part, with a wire making several rounds, is under the palate. Swallowing was very complicated because of these, preventing my tongue from touching my palate. Another wire is shaped like a grid coming just be-hind my upper front teeth and going down about 1 cm under them. The grid comes behind my lower teeth when I close my mouth, touching a little bit the pretty massive metal plate placed under my tongue in the lower jaw, connected to each of my full-banded braces: the thing I had to turn once a day. This and the grid are the worst part of my appliances. I noticed there are tiny tubes to the outer side on the bands of the last molars in my upper and lower jaw. I did not know if it was supposed to be normal but it hurt the inside of my cheeks.

A quick research on the Internet allowed me to identify what the quad helix, the tongue crib and the lower expander were.

I called Claire then.

-   “Hello my dear, do you feel better? This is so bad?” Claire said on the phone.

-   “Hi Claire, no, I don’dh,” I replied with my strange voice, starting to cry.

-   "Ohh no no no! Don't do that or you'll make me cry too."

When I heard these words, I got over it and I stopped crying, just telling myself I could not complain about my situation compared to her. I took a deep breath and came back to the discussion. I noticed I could not stop slurping loudly because of the excess of saliva in my mouth caused by the appliances.

-   “Shorry sweed’hie, I did nod’h wand’h d’ho do szhad’h, slhslhslhslh,” I said. My “t” sounded like a “d” with a slight whistle.

-   “No problem my dear, so what’s happened so terrible at the ortho’s?” she said.

-   “Shhee insd’halled nod’h only braschesh bud’h bulky applianschesh  d’hoo. I cand’h d‘halk properly with szheezhe on, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “Of course you can talk, I can understand you perfectly!” she said.

-   “You’re so nische bud’h id’hsh nod’h d‘hrue, I am really worried aboud’h szhe red’hurn d‘ho work on Monday, slhslhslh. Everyone will find me ridiculoush wiszh szhish ****ing lishp. Slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “No they don’t. You stay beautiful and so sexy and remember you do that for your own health, to get rid of your toothaches,” Claire said.

-   “You’re righd’h my dear, and wiszh all szhad’h stuff, I’m nod’h feeling my inishial tooszhachesh, slhslhslh, for szhe momend’h, d‘hoo muschh presshhure on my teeszh for now and imposshhible to bid’he in anyszhing, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “You see that you can find some positive things about what is happening: Always try to see the positive in each situation because nothing is only black or only white, it’s just a matter of perspective,” she said.

-   "You impresshh me, Claire. I'm sho glad d'ho hear you and sho proud d'ho be your friend, slhslhslhslh. And, shorry, I wazh so focushed on my shid'huashion szhad'h I, slhslhslhslh, did nod'h ask you how you are and how wazh your day, slhslhslhslh," I said.

-   "Don't be sorry sweety, my day was fine. We're going to launch definitely our projects next week, I am so happy with that. And I met a man named Walter online with whom I've been chatting regularly for a week. He seems so kind and is pretty handsome in his photos," she said.

-   "Oh, shuschh good news! You're sho lucky in szhad'h momend'h, slhslhslhslh," I said.

-   “Yes, I am! Maybe I should try to walk, it may work,” she said laughingly.

-   “Shorry, szhish ish nod’h whad’h I meand’h, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   "Alecja, relax! I was just joking! Do you want to go out for a drink this weekend?" she said.

-   "Hell, no! Imposshhible for me d'ho go oud'h anywhere szhish weekend, slhslhslh. I dond'h wand'h d'ho be sheen and heard for now, slhslhslhslh," I said.

-   “Maybe you should. Let me remind you that you will have to do it on Monday!” she said.

-   “I’d raszher shd’hay ad’h home, slhslhslh. Bud’h do you wand’h to come to shtay in my plasche, slhslhslh, d‘homorrow for szhe week-end. Why nod’h spend shome d’hime d’hogeszher, between girlzh ?, slhslhslhslh,” I asked.

-   “Such a good idea, but it’s only if you accept playing my caregiver role for that time, to avoid co-ming with Paula or Tamiya (her other caregiver) to stay between us,” she said.

-   “Of courshe I do, I know your needzh and I did id’h easchh d‘hime you came here, slhslhslh. Pleazh come for d‘homorrow lunschh, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “Ok, I’m bringing wine and vodka. I think you need it and I always love that,” she said.

-   “Gread’h. Claire, I’m sho shorry but I, slhslhslh, am really d‘hired d‘ho shpeak, slhslhslh, I cand’h shd’hop shlurping, slhslhslh, and Id’hsh becoming painful for my d‘hongue, slhslhslh. I have d‘ho go d‘ho shleep now,” I said. I was exhausted.

-   “Well, I understand perfectly and I should do the same soon. I'll see you tomorrow and I will go on chatting with Walter a little bit tonight. Have a good night sweetheart! And don’t forget to take a painkiller before going to bed. The pain will grow after visits to the ortho’s,” she said kindly.

-   "Shzanksh for szhe advische, slhslhslh. Have a good nighd'h d'hoo, my dear. Cand'h waid'h d'ho shee you, slhslhslhslh! kisshhesh!" I said.

I thought, ‘God damn slurping.’ I really cannot stand to suck my saliva every 3 seconds when I talk. I hoped this will be temporary but I have some doubts when I thought of Suzan and Stacey who were still slurping each time I saw them.

Then I took a painkiller for the night and went back to bed, thinking of the weekend to come with Claire. I realized she was really good to cheer me up. She is amazing. I fell quickly asleep after a few minutes exploring my braces appliances with my tongue again. It was around 10 PM.

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I like your story so much! Finally someone who likes lisp just like me and put it in his/her story! Thank you so much!

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Hi, my name is Francesca and I am an Italian woman.
I don't often write posts.
But this story is truly compelling.
It reminds me a little of mine.
Who knows if it will turn out like in my life.
I'm also waiting for the next episode.
Thank you very much and have a nice day
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Great story! Very fun to read. Keep up the great work!

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Thanks for all your positive feedbacks.

Hi, my name is Francesca and I am an Italian woman.
I don't often write posts.
But this story is truly compelling.
It reminds me a little of mine.
Who knows if it will turn out like in my life.
I'm also waiting for the next episode.
Thank you very much and have a nice day
Francesca

Hi, I'd like to know what are the common parts between my fictional story and yours. Feel free to tell me.

By the way, here is the tenth chapter, always proofread by Braceface2015.


Chapter 10 The weekend after with Claire (part 1)


The next day, my cellphone alarm clock rang at 6:45 AM, the hour I get up to go to work. I forgot to change it last night.

My mouth was hurting a lot: general pressure, high sensitivity when opposite teeth simply touch a little, irritations of the interior of the cheeks and the tongue, especially underneath because of the lower expander.

I got up immediately to take painkillers. I tried to lie back down on my bed after but it was impossible to sleep again because of the pain, so I got up at 7:15 AM. ‘Too early for a non-work day,’ I thought.

After a liquid breakfast - it was too painful to eat anything solid - I decided to do all the housework. If my teeth hurt, my body did not.

I also adapted my apartment for Claire and to let her feel free to go everywhere with her wheelchair, especially in the toilets, the kitchen or the bathroom. I made for her a comfy bed in the guest room.

I finished these tasks at 10:30 AM and I decided to cook Bolognese spaghetti for lunch. I thought it was not very hard to cook, nor to eat with braces. But I had no Emmental to put on the pasta. ‘Sh**’, I had to go to the small supermarket around the corner to buy some.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, with the same time as I did last night, and got dressed. It was a sunny day, 25°C forecasted. Even if I was not planning to go out during the weekend, I would still pay attention to my clothes because Claire is a pure beauty, always very well dressed.

So, I decided to wear a light green skinny sleeveless short dress, with a nice low-cut, under an adjusted black jacket over it, with sheer quite shiny flesh-colored tights and black 14 cm heeled peep-toe pumps, with a 4 cm platform and uncovered heel. They were new and I could not wait to show them to Claire, who loves high heels as much as I do. I pulled my hair back and made a bun, unconsciously looking like Dr. Gipsen, and put my glasses on.

I went down to the supermarket, trying to be as natural as possible but without opening my mouth at all. I bought the Emmental, a cheesecake for the dessert and some soft fruits and white bread. Then, I went to the supermarket cashier. I come here regularly, so I know the cashier, Mike, a 30 years old black guy, not my type but really nice, who said, "Hi, how are you today." A little embarrassed to reply, I answered with my mouth as tight as possible: "Hi, fine and you?" and held back as much as possible from the slurping I made regularly all morning. I was hoping he did not notice my strange voice also. He replied, "I'm ok. It's a nice day today. You look stunning!" Beginning to blush, I nodded with a closed-mouth smile and gave him my basket.

-   “You’re not chatty today, anything wrong?” he said.

-   “No, I’m fine, slhslhslh,” I replied, with nothing to do this time to avoid slurping.

-   “Well, are you sure? You seem a little concerned about something…” he asked.

-   “No no, I’m ok,” I said, smiling with my closed lips.

I paid for my purchases with my credit card, without saying anything other than, "Goodbye Mike," with my weird voice, and I left, feeling embarrassed.

Back at home, I prepared the meal for lunch and took another painkiller just before noon.

Everything was ready when Claire called me by phone to tell me she was in her car, parked in the disabled spot in front of my building, and asked if I could come down to help her because she had a lot to carry around. Despite her disability, Claire is as independent as she can and asks for help only if she really needs it. She is able to transfer from her wheelchair to her adapted car alone, even if it takes some time. She can drive it alone too with hand control. But I thought she could not bring her bag for the night with her. I told her I was coming.

She often wears corsets for style but also to relieve her back, allowing her to stay fairly straight despite her total lack of abs. Her long straight red hair fell on her shoulders.

She also seemed very happy to see me. It had been 6 weeks since we had seen each other. "Wow, you look gorgeous Alecja!! What such beautiful shoes," she started. I did not dare to talk at all. I knew I would have too but I was embarrassed because we were in the street with people around. She added, "Well, I understand you don't want to speak in the street." I nodded, smiling with my mouth closed. "Okay, I don't insist for the moment, but I'm going to help you to be more confident with that this weekend." I nodded again. I helped her get her manual wheelchair out of the car and assemble the wheels on it. She transferred alone with her sliding board, not wanting my help to do that. Then, she asked me to take her bags in the trunk, one with her things for the weekend and the other with 4 bottles of alcohol and packets of cocktail snacks. I did it and we went up to my apartment, on the 4th floor with the elevator. I slurped several times on the way, without saying anything.

As soon as I locked my entrance door, she turned her wheelchair toward me and asked me to smile with all my teeth. At this moment, we were alone so I did it with a lot of embarrassment.

-   “Well okay, it’s not that bad…really!” she said.

-   “Be honeshd’h pleazh, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “I’ll be honest with you. We can see a lot of metal of course but it’s clean and not unsightly. In a certain way, you look younger and a little vulnerable, which gives you a sexy side,” she said.

-   “Are you sherioush? slhslhslhslh,” I asked.

-    “Yes, always with you my dear. Maybe the most annoying thing is the noise of slurping you do, but it’s not so gross. Anyway, I’m here for you to have a good time,” she said.

-   “Szhanks my beaud’hy. You look gordjshoush d‘hoo, slhslhslh, and your outfid’h ish shd’hunning d‘hoo by szhe way, slhslhslhslh.”

She thanked me and we hugged warmly one more time.

We went to the living room. Claire transferred herself onto the couch with her sliding board while I prepared the aperitif. I brought some snacks and two glasses of red wine and sat down next to her. I spent a very good moment with her, chatting about everything and almost forgetting my braces, except the discomfort of the lisping and slurping and the pain when I bite something too hard (I took another painkiller just before her arrival so as not to suffer too much during the meal). I felt fully confident with her.

After the aperitif, we went to the dining table after Claire transferred back to her wheelchair. She really appreciated all the accommodations I had made for her and thanked me a lot for my attention.

Then, we ate the meal. Claire used her adapted cutlery to eat by herself, only asking me to cut the spaghetti to make it easier to get them with her adapted fork.

My Bolognese spaghetti with Emmental was very good, like the cheesecake. However, eating was not a good time. Even if I took small bites, food got stuck constantly in the braces and wires, forcing me to clean it as much as I could with my tongue or a sip of water. Despite the painkiller, biting was often painful because of the sensitivity of my teeth. I did not eat a lot.

After eating, I got rid of the dishes that I put in the dishwasher, washed Claire’s cutlery for tonight and made the coffees. We went back to the living room to drink them.

While I was brushing my teeth and putting some wax on a lot of brackets to relieve the irritations of my cheeks, Claire went to the bathroom and came back 20 minutes later. So simple things like that take so much time with her disability. I could not stop telling myself she was so brave and how ridiculous my teeth problems were compared to what she had to endure every day.

We spent the first part of the afternoon shopping on the web. She bought a pair of double strap 11.5 cm thin heeled sandals and I bought a pair of hollow out ankle buckled slingback 14.5 cm wedge heeled sandals, with a 4 cm platform. They were beautiful.

Claire convinced me to go for a walk then, around the neighborhood. I felt so confident with her that I accepted it. We “walked” together, me pushing her from time to time to relieve her, even if it was not easy to walk bent over. I regretted that I chose such high heels. During the conversation, I sometimes smiled widely with all my teeth showing in the street, letting anyone see my braces. There was a teenage boy with braces too and a woman of my age who seemed a little bit surprised, but not mocking. No one cared about my silver smile. We had a very good moment sharing that time together.

After staying two hours outside, we went back to the apartment. It was time to have an aperitif. Claire went back to the bathroom and I prepared during this time the same things as before lunch: a few snacks and two glasses of wine. I took the bottle this time to fill up the glasses. We had the aperitif in the living room, still chatting with a background of pop/rock music.

Claire proposed to eat Chinese food but I preferred to choose sushi, which is easier to eat. She accepted and we ordered our sushi.

We ate them after the delivery guy delivered the order, with more glasses of wine. I sometimes put maki directly into Claire’s mouth with the chopsticks because she had a hard time picking sushi up with her adapted fork and could not use chopsticks at all with her paralyzed fingers. If the sushi were soft, I did not realize that rice grains were small and went everywhere between the wires and the brackets in my mouth. After dinner, I apologized to Claire and immediately went to brush my teeth to remove the many grains stuck in my appliances.

I then cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, washed Claire’s cutlery for tomorrow morning, and came back with her in the living room, bringing another bottle of wine to replace the empty one.

I filled her glass before mine and we could not stop chatting together about plenty of things: work, friends, family.... We discussed my treatment and how it was annoying to get braces. She asked me to show a closer view of my appliances, which I accepted. She was impressed by all the metal in my mouth and touched delicately with a lot of interest my lips, my brackets and my tongue crib with her fingers several times, approaching her eyes to a few centimeters to get a better view.

She also let me have a closer view of her teeth, which were, despite her long orthodontic treatment when she was 15, slightly shifted at some places but her teeth were globally straight and her smile still stayed beautiful. She told me once again she could consider braces back to correct her minor imperfections. Even though I told her her smile was great, I jokingly told her to call Dr. Gipsen to arrange an appointment, so that we could be braces buddies. She laughed and said she would do it first thing on Monday.

We also talked about Walter, the guy she met online. She seemed happy to have met him and said she was looking forward to meeting him in person. The conversation naturally shifted to French kissing. I told her that I was going to have to stop French kisses as long as I had my stuff in my mouth. She replied, "Are you sure you can't French kiss?" with a naughty smile. I said, "I szhink id'hsh imposshhible for now, slhslhslh." She suddenly started touching my left thigh and caressing it with long back and forth movements from knee to the waist with her right hand (if she can't move her fingers, she can move her wrists), passing sometimes under my dress and toward my crotch and trying to maintain her stability with her left arm. I was so surprised and it was so pleasant that I didn't even try to push her away, without trying to understand what was happening. I could not resist doing the same with my left hand on her thin thighs also covered by tights. They were so soft and tender. I felt a lot of pleasure doing it. Then she started moving her head towards mine. Her lips touched mine very gently and we started kissing each other tenderly for long minutes. I felt her tongue coming into my mouth and starting exploring the inside of it, passing very slowly over my front brackets and the tongue crib. My tongue was blocked by the tongue crib but could touch hers through the remaining spaces. I felt very aroused by what we were doing and could not stop myself. She placed her right hand on the back of my head and kept on kissing me tenderly while I grabbed her by her corset with my hands and began to touch her breast gently. We were perfectly connected at this time. I fully enjoyed the moment, without asking any questions.

After about 10 minutes of kissing and touching, she delicately removed her tongue and lips from mine and looked at me, whispering, “You see, you can French kiss,” biting her lower lip. I could not reply with anything. After a few long seconds of looking into each other’s eyes, she burst out laughing.

Was she drunk or did she do this voluntarily? I did not know. I knew she was very open-minded about plenty of things but I had known her for 10 years and she never said anything about being attracted to women or me. Me neither. We had already kissed quickly on the mouth while we were drunk at some parties before but nothing like this.

-   “What do you think my dear?” she said, with a large smile after laughing.

-   “… you’re sho shurprizhing, slhslhslh, Whad’h a kisshh!,” I said.

-   “Yeah, I loved it too. I’ve always supposed you were a good kisser. I know now and the discomfort caused by braces provided excitement for both of us, didn’t it?” she said.

-   “You’re righd’h. I shd’hill have schhills Shweed’hie, slhslhslh,” I said.

-   “It’s your turn now, kiss me now!” she said directly.

I was drawn like a magnet to her when she said this and started kissing her like we did before, trying to touch her tongue with mine through the tongue crib. I especially appreciated when her tongue touched my braced teeth. I could not imagine braces could provide that kind of sensation.

-   “Bud’h Claire, whad’h are we doing exacd’hly?” I said, during a short break.

-   “Nothing wrong Alecja. We both are attractive women and we are right now attracted to each other, what’s the matter?” she said.

-   “Bud’h we boszh are hed’heroshecshhual? Have you ever done szhad’h before?” I said.

-   “What? To kiss another woman ? Yes I have, of course. Straight, gay, this means absolutely nothing. I love men but now it’s time to take advantage of what we can bring to each other at this precise moment, without asking any questions.”

She pushed me backward to make me lie on the couch and pulled her paralyzed body on me. She gave me several sensual kisses to the uncovered part of my breast while I was slowly caressing her hair and upper body. She went down to raise my dress up to my stomach and kissed my belly, my waist and thighs above my tights.

We spent the rest of the evening kissing, caressing, touching and licking each other, on and under our clothes, and doing other things for an hour or so. This moment was intense.

It was around midnight and we both wanted to go to bed. Claire asked me if she could sleep with me in my bed, so that we could keep on spending some time together. Of course, I said yes, even if I had prepared the guest room for her.

Both of us were still a little drunk. I helped her to transfer to her wheelchair and to brush her teeth, remove her make-up, and take off her shoes, her corset (which took very long to unlace), her dress and her tights to put on a nightie. Because she was too drunk to do it on her own, she asked for help to catheterize her and to install the catheter and the collection bag around her thigh for the night, so I did it. We tenderly French kissed each other several times during that period. Then I helped her to go to my bed and I finally prepared myself for the night doing the same for me. I added wax on my brackets and wires to relieve the pain and avoid ulcers because my mouth was very active in the last hour. I took another painkiller for the night.

When I came back to my bedroom, Claire was waiting for me with her naughty look, her body out of the sheets in a sensual position. Her left leg was bent on the other and she was biting one of her fingers. I went to the bed next to her and we started kissing tenderly on the mouth and making love again for a long time. After that, we looked at each other without saying anything and fell asleep, me thinking of this precious time we shared together that will remain etched in my memory. I could not imagine such a thing to happen with my best friend, much less just after my braces were put on.



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Thanks for all your positive feedbacks.

Hi, I'd like to know what are the common parts between my fictional story and yours. Feel free to tell me.

By the way, here is the tenth chapter, always proofread by Braceface2015.


Chapter 10 The weekend after with Claire (part 1)


The next day, my cellphone alarm clock rang at 6:45 AM, the hour I get up to go to work. I forgot to change it last night.

My mouth was hurting a lot: general pressure, high sensitivity when opposite teeth simply touch a little, irritations of the interior of the cheeks and the tongue, especially underneath because of the lower expander.

I got up immediately to take painkillers. I tried to lie back down on my bed after but it was impossible to sleep again because of the pain, so I got up at 7:15 AM. ‘Too early for a non-work day,’ I thought.

After a liquid breakfast - it was too painful to eat anything solid - I decided to do all the housework. If my teeth hurt, my body did not.

I also adapted my apartment for Claire and to let her feel free to go everywhere with her wheelchair, especially in the toilets, the kitchen or the bathroom. I made for her a comfy bed in the guest room.

I finished these tasks at 10:30 AM and I decided to cook Bolognese spaghetti for lunch. I thought it was not very hard to cook, nor to eat with braces. But I had no Emmental to put on the pasta. ‘Sh**’, I had to go to the small supermarket around the corner to buy some.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, with the same time as I did last night, and got dressed. It was a sunny day, 25°C forecasted. Even if I was not planning to go out during the weekend, I would still pay attention to my clothes because Claire is a pure beauty, always very well dressed.

So, I decided to wear a light green skinny sleeveless short dress, with a nice low-cut, under an adjusted black jacket over it, with sheer quite shiny flesh-colored tights and black 14 cm heeled peep-toe pumps, with a 4 cm platform and uncovered heel. They were new and I could not wait to show them to Claire, who loves high heels as much as I do. I pulled my hair back and made a bun, unconsciously looking like Dr. Gipsen, and put my glasses on.

I went down to the supermarket, trying to be as natural as possible but without opening my mouth at all. I bought the Emmental, a cheesecake for the dessert and some soft fruits and white bread. Then, I went to the supermarket cashier. I come here regularly, so I know the cashier, Mike, a 30 years old black guy, not my type but really nice, who said, "Hi, how are you today." A little embarrassed to reply, I answered with my mouth as tight as possible: "Hi, fine and you?" and held back as much as possible from the slurping I made regularly all morning. I was hoping he did not notice my strange voice also. He replied, "I'm ok. It's a nice day today. You look stunning!" Beginning to blush, I nodded with a closed-mouth smile and gave him my basket.

-   “You’re not chatty today, anything wrong?” he said.

-   “No, I’m fine, slhslhslh,” I replied, with nothing to do this time to avoid slurping.

-   “Well, are you sure? You seem a little concerned about something…” he asked.

-   “No no, I’m ok,” I said, smiling with my closed lips.

I paid for my purchases with my credit card, without saying anything other than, "Goodbye Mike," with my weird voice, and I left, feeling embarrassed.

Back at home, I prepared the meal for lunch and took another painkiller just before noon.

Everything was ready when Claire called me by phone to tell me she was in her car, parked in the disabled spot in front of my building, and asked if I could come down to help her because she had a lot to carry around. Despite her disability, Claire is as independent as she can and asks for help only if she really needs it. She is able to transfer from her wheelchair to her adapted car alone, even if it takes some time. She can drive it alone too with hand control. But I thought she could not bring her bag for the night with her. I told her I was coming.

She often wears corsets for style but also to relieve her back, allowing her to stay fairly straight despite her total lack of abs. Her long straight red hair fell on her shoulders.

She also seemed very happy to see me. It had been 6 weeks since we had seen each other. "Wow, you look gorgeous Alecja!! What such beautiful shoes," she started. I did not dare to talk at all. I knew I would have too but I was embarrassed because we were in the street with people around. She added, "Well, I understand you don't want to speak in the street." I nodded, smiling with my mouth closed. "Okay, I don't insist for the moment, but I'm going to help you to be more confident with that this weekend." I nodded again. I helped her get her manual wheelchair out of the car and assemble the wheels on it. She transferred alone with her sliding board, not wanting my help to do that. Then, she asked me to take her bags in the trunk, one with her things for the weekend and the other with 4 bottles of alcohol and packets of cocktail snacks. I did it and we went up to my apartment, on the 4th floor with the elevator. I slurped several times on the way, without saying anything.

As soon as I locked my entrance door, she turned her wheelchair toward me and asked me to smile with all my teeth. At this moment, we were alone so I did it with a lot of embarrassment.

-   “Well okay, it’s not that bad…really!” she said.

-   “Be honeshd’h pleazh, slhslhslhslh,” I said.

-   “I’ll be honest with you. We can see a lot of metal of course but it’s clean and not unsightly. In a certain way, you look younger and a little vulnerable, which gives you a sexy side,” she said.

-   “Are you sherioush? slhslhslhslh,” I asked.

-    “Yes, always with you my dear. Maybe the most annoying thing is the noise of slurping you do, but it’s not so gross. Anyway, I’m here for you to have a good time,” she said.

-   “Szhanks my beaud’hy. You look gordjshoush d‘hoo, slhslhslh, and your outfid’h ish shd’hunning d‘hoo by szhe way, slhslhslhslh.”

She thanked me and we hugged warmly one more time.

We went to the living room. Claire transferred herself onto the couch with her sliding board while I prepared the aperitif. I brought some snacks and two glasses of red wine and sat down next to her. I spent a very good moment with her, chatting about everything and almost forgetting my braces, except the discomfort of the lisping and slurping and the pain when I bite something too hard (I took another painkiller just before her arrival so as not to suffer too much during the meal). I felt fully confident with her.

After the aperitif, we went to the dining table after Claire transferred back to her wheelchair. She really appreciated all the accommodations I had made for her and thanked me a lot for my attention.

Then, we ate the meal. Claire used her adapted cutlery to eat by herself, only asking me to cut the spaghetti to make it easier to get them with her adapted fork.

My Bolognese spaghetti with Emmental was very good, like the cheesecake. However, eating was not a good time. Even if I took small bites, food got stuck constantly in the braces and wires, forcing me to clean it as much as I could with my tongue or a sip of water. Despite the painkiller, biting was often painful because of the sensitivity of my teeth. I did not eat a lot.

After eating, I got rid of the dishes that I put in the dishwasher, washed Claire’s cutlery for tonight and made the coffees. We went back to the living room to drink them.

While I was brushing my teeth and putting some wax on a lot of brackets to relieve the irritations of my cheeks, Claire went to the bathroom and came back 20 minutes later. So simple things like that take so much time with her disability. I could not stop telling myself she was so brave and how ridiculous my teeth problems were compared to what she had to endure every day.

We spent the first part of the afternoon shopping on the web. She bought a pair of double strap 11.5 cm thin heeled sandals and I bought a pair of hollow out ankle buckled slingback 14.5 cm wedge heeled sandals, with a 4 cm platform. They were beautiful.

Claire convinced me to go for a walk then, around the neighborhood. I felt so confident with her that I accepted it. We “walked” together, me pushing her from time to time to relieve her, even if it was not easy to walk bent over. I regretted that I chose such high heels. During the conversation, I sometimes smiled widely with all my teeth showing in the street, letting anyone see my braces. There was a teenage boy with braces too and a woman of my age who seemed a little bit surprised, but not mocking. No one cared about my silver smile. We had a very good moment sharing that time together.

After staying two hours outside, we went back to the apartment. It was time to have an aperitif. Claire went back to the bathroom and I prepared during this time the same things as before lunch: a few snacks and two glasses of wine. I took the bottle this time to fill up the glasses. We had the aperitif in the living room, still chatting with a background of pop/rock music.

Claire proposed to eat Chinese food but I preferred to choose sushi, which is easier to eat. She accepted and we ordered our sushi.

We ate them after the delivery guy delivered the order, with more glasses of wine. I sometimes put maki directly into Claire’s mouth with the chopsticks because she had a hard time picking sushi up with her adapted fork and could not use chopsticks at all with her paralyzed fingers. If the sushi were soft, I did not realize that rice grains were small and went everywhere between the wires and the brackets in my mouth. After dinner, I apologized to Claire and immediately went to brush my teeth to remove the many grains stuck in my appliances.

I then cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, washed Claire’s cutlery for tomorrow morning, and came back with her in the living room, bringing another bottle of wine to replace the empty one.

I filled her glass before mine and we could not stop chatting together about plenty of things: work, friends, family.... We discussed my treatment and how it was annoying to get braces. She asked me to show a closer view of my appliances, which I accepted. She was impressed by all the metal in my mouth and touched delicately with a lot of interest my lips, my brackets and my tongue crib with her fingers several times, approaching her eyes to a few centimeters to get a better view.

She also let me have a closer view of her teeth, which were, despite her long orthodontic treatment when she was 15, slightly shifted at some places but her teeth were globally straight and her smile still stayed beautiful. She told me once again she could consider braces back to correct her minor imperfections. Even though I told her her smile was great, I jokingly told her to call Dr. Gipsen to arrange an appointment, so that we could be braces buddies. She laughed and said she would do it first thing on Monday.

We also talked about Walter, the guy she met online. She seemed happy to have met him and said she was looking forward to meeting him in person. The conversation naturally shifted to French kissing. I told her that I was going to have to stop French kisses as long as I had my stuff in my mouth. She replied, "Are you sure you can't French kiss?" with a naughty smile. I said, "I szhink id'hsh imposshhible for now, slhslhslh." She suddenly started touching my left thigh and caressing it with long back and forth movements from knee to the waist with her right hand (if she can't move her fingers, she can move her wrists), passing sometimes under my dress and toward my crotch and trying to maintain her stability with her left arm. I was so surprised and it was so pleasant that I didn't even try to push her away, without trying to understand what was happening. I could not resist doing the same with my left hand on her thin thighs also covered by tights. They were so soft and tender. I felt a lot of pleasure doing it. Then she started moving her head towards mine. Her lips touched mine very gently and we started kissing each other tenderly for long minutes. I felt her tongue coming into my mouth and starting exploring the inside of it, passing very slowly over my front brackets and the tongue crib. My tongue was blocked by the tongue crib but could touch hers through the remaining spaces. I felt very aroused by what we were doing and could not stop myself. She placed her right hand on the back of my head and kept on kissing me tenderly while I grabbed her by her corset with my hands and began to touch her breast gently. We were perfectly connected at this time. I fully enjoyed the moment, without asking any questions.

After about 10 minutes of kissing and touching, she delicately removed her tongue and lips from mine and looked at me, whispering, “You see, you can French kiss,” biting her lower lip. I could not reply with anything. After a few long seconds of looking into each other’s eyes, she burst out laughing.

Was she drunk or did she do this voluntarily? I did not know. I knew she was very open-minded about plenty of things but I had known her for 10 years and she never said anything about being attracted to women or me. Me neither. We had already kissed quickly on the mouth while we were drunk at some parties before but nothing like this.

-   “What do you think my dear?” she said, with a large smile after laughing.

-   “… you’re sho shurprizhing, slhslhslh, Whad’h a kisshh!,” I said.

-   “Yeah, I loved it too. I’ve always supposed you were a good kisser. I know now and the discomfort caused by braces provided excitement for both of us, didn’t it?” she said.

-   “You’re righd’h. I shd’hill have schhills Shweed’hie, slhslhslh,” I said.

-   “It’s your turn now, kiss me now!” she said directly.

I was drawn like a magnet to her when she said this and started kissing her like we did before, trying to touch her tongue with mine through the tongue crib. I especially appreciated when her tongue touched my braced teeth. I could not imagine braces could provide that kind of sensation.

-   “Bud’h Claire, whad’h are we doing exacd’hly?” I said, during a short break.

-   “Nothing wrong Alecja. We both are attractive women and we are right now attracted to each other, what’s the matter?” she said.

-   “Bud’h we boszh are hed’heroshecshhual? Have you ever done szhad’h before?” I said.

-   “What? To kiss another woman ? Yes I have, of course. Straight, gay, this means absolutely nothing. I love men but now it’s time to take advantage of what we can bring to each other at this precise moment, without asking any questions.”

She pushed me backward to make me lie on the couch and pulled her paralyzed body on me. She gave me several sensual kisses to the uncovered part of my breast while I was slowly caressing her hair and upper body. She went down to raise my dress up to my stomach and kissed my belly, my waist and thighs above my tights.

We spent the rest of the evening kissing, caressing, touching and licking each other, on and under our clothes, and doing other things for an hour or so. This moment was intense.

It was around midnight and we both wanted to go to bed. Claire asked me if she could sleep with me in my bed, so that we could keep on spending some time together. Of course, I said yes, even if I had prepared the guest room for her.

Both of us were still a little drunk. I helped her to transfer to her wheelchair and to brush her teeth, remove her make-up, and take off her shoes, her corset (which took very long to unlace), her dress and her tights to put on a nightie. Because she was too drunk to do it on her own, she asked for help to catheterize her and to install the catheter and the collection bag around her thigh for the night, so I did it. We tenderly French kissed each other several times during that period. Then I helped her to go to my bed and I finally prepared myself for the night doing the same for me. I added wax on my brackets and wires to relieve the pain and avoid ulcers because my mouth was very active in the last hour. I took another painkiller for the night.

When I came back to my bedroom, Claire was waiting for me with her naughty look, her body out of the sheets in a sensual position. Her left leg was bent on the other and she was biting one of her fingers. I went to the bed next to her and we started kissing tenderly on the mouth and making love again for a long time. After that, we looked at each other without saying anything and fell asleep, me thinking of this precious time we shared together that will remain etched in my memory. I could not imagine such a thing to happen with my best friend, much less just after my braces were put on.
Good morning,
The points in common are many and I must say simple to list.
I am a 41 year old woman I live abroad for work I am single.
She is now back with the fixed braces for the same problems as the protagonist of this story.
As I said in the previous post, I don't write much but I always read.
I can confidently tell you that this is a story that women like too!
Good day
Francesca

'm love braces

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I love where this is going!! Great writing!

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Thank to everyone who commented !

Good morning,
The points in common are many and I must say simple to list.
I am a 41 year old woman I live abroad for work I am single.
She is now back with the fixed braces for the same problems as the protagonist of this story.
As I said in the previous post, I don't write much but I always read.
I can confidently tell you that this is a story that women like too!
Good day
Francesca

Glad to know you like it, despite te common problems with the main character.

Here is the next chapter, still with Braceface2015's help.


Chapter 11 The weekend after with Claire (part 2)


On Sunday morning, the sun crossing the shutter was illuminating the wall when I opened my eyes. Claire was staring at me, fully awake, with her beautiful green eyes, her head on the pillow, caressing my shoulder and arm with back and forth movements with her fingers. “Hi beauty,” she said.

-   “Hello shweed’heard’h,” I said with my matinal lispy voice, noticing a little bit of drool on my pillow.

-   “Did you sleep well?” Claire asked.

-   “Yesh, and you?” I said.

-   “Very well but my head is hurting. Probably too much alcohol last night,” Claire said.

-   “Szhe sshame for me, slhslhslh. And my d’heeszh, my d‘hongue and my schheek hurd’h sho bad d’hoday. Have you been awake for a long d‘hime? slhslhslh,” I said.

-   “About 15 minutes. I was admiring you. You are very beautiful. And I could not get off your bed alone anyway (laugh),” Claire said.

-   “Szhanksh, even if I drooled on szhe pillow. Waid’h, I’m gonna help you. Led’h me jushd’h go d‘ho szhe baszhroom firshd’h, slhslhslh,” I said.

-   “Be my guest, and I do not have the choice anyway (laugh). By the way, I’ll need you to do the same after you,” Claire said.

It was 9 A.M. I went to the bathroom and came back to help her to transfer to her wheelchair. We went to the bathroom together and I helped her to remove her catheter and clean everything. 

We both wanted to take our breakfast before going to shower, so I prepared coffee and croissants. I had to take a painkiller to eat something. Even eating something soft like a croissant was painful.

During the breakfast, I asked her, "Claire, whad'h do you szhink aboud'h whad'h did happen lashd'h nighd'h ? Are we girlfriendszh or shomeszhing, slhslhslh?" She started laughing and said "Hell no. Do you really want us to be girlfriends? Alecja, you're gorgeous and I really appreciated the moment we had. It was fantastic. But I love guys too much to become a "girlfriend" of another girl. However, as long as we're both single, I'm ready to sleep with you again at any time you want. I loved our sensuality and I really appreciated your kisses with your full-of-metal mouth."

-   “I feel relieved becauszhe I love guyszh too, I guessh. Bud’h I cand’h waid’h d‘ho kissh you and make love wizh you again, slhslhslh,” I said.

-   "So, we're on the same page. Let's say we're free to do it at any time. I'm very open-minded and you really have to feel free with me. Give me a sensual French kiss now!" she said.

-   "Shorry, I cand'h for now because I have plend'hy of, slhslhslh, foods sd'huck in my braschesh, but I'm okay d'ho do id'h again, whenever you wand'h," I said.

I gave her a small kiss on the mouth and after breakfast, we went to the bathroom to get prepared. Just after brushing my teeth and helping Claire to brush her teeth, we decided to go to my large Italian shower together where I helped her to get undressed and transfer on a waterproof stool. She was leaning her back against the wall to stay straight because she had no more abs and bad balance. I turned on the shower faucet, took off my clothes and came under the shower with her after pushing her wheelchair back. I moved my stomach near her head and she started kissing and licking me at that level, then under. I felt very aroused. I stooped down to her to kiss her tenderly on the mouth while I was touching her breast with one hand and moving the fingers of my other hand toward her crotch, caressing her in this area. She did the same. We spent an intense moment together under the shower, lasting at least 15 minutes.

After I turned off the shower faucet, I wiped myself and Claire asked me to wipe her, which I did, passing slowly and sensually on every part of her body, taking a little more time around her thighs, her breasts and her crotch. During this time, we kissed each other languorously several times. Then I helped her to transfer into her wheelchair, naked under her towel, her arms around my neck. Just after she was sitting in her wheelchair and while I was adjusting her feet on the footplate, she grabbed my head with her arms to give me another sensual kiss lasting about 5 precious minutes.

Then I dried my hair and held the hairdryer for Claire to dry her own hair. She did her hair loose herself, holding the brush with her two paralyzed hands.

Then we went to my bedroom to get dressed. I took Claire’s outfit from her bag. She asked me to dress her entirely, as she wanted to play an intimate game. I put her panties on first. I enjoyed lifting her legs then her body, taking advantage to caress her everywhere. I put her bra on then, taking, of course, the advantage to touch her firm breasts. She asked me to put her sheer shiny flesh-colored tights on. I took her left leg, lifted it up gently and started pulling up the tights very slowly along her leg to the middle of the leg. Then I did the same for the left leg. It was not easy at all because her legs were completely inert, except the moment when her left leg suddenly started shaking during 5 minutes. A little embarrassed, she apologized. She said these spasms regularly happen in the paralyzed parts of her body and she could not control them at all. I felt so sorry for her that she had to endure that kind of thing in addition to the rest. Claire wrapped my neck with her arms again and I lifted her butt up to pull up the tights to the waist. I let her sit on her chair then. I put her short black shorts on, caressing her soft thin legs covered by tights, and her sleeveless yellow t-shirt. I laced her black corset above her t-shirt as she wanted and I finally put her black 9 cm high-heeled strappy sandals on her paralyzed feet. She was so stunning with such a look.

I got dressed myself then, choosing to wear a white long low-cut dress on the legs, with a lot of small yellow and blue flowers, with sheer flesh-colored tights under and brown solid buckled T-strap thin 11.5 cm high-heeled sandals with no platform. I did my slightly curly hair loose and put in my contact lenses.

Of course, we congratulated each other for our looks.

We were both ready at 11 A.M.

Claire gave me a hand to prepare the meal for lunch: homemade lasagna. I took another painkiller to relieve the pain. Of course, food got stuck in my braces, but I brushed my teeth just after the meal.

We took our coffee in the living room, sitting very close, caressing and kissing sometimes. Claire suggested going for a walk outside and having a drink. It was a sunny and very hot day (+ 28 °C).

I felt so confident with her that I said yes, without hesitation, despite my silversmile.

We prepared ourselves and went out for a walk in the big park of the city with our sunglasses on. We took Claire’s stuff with us to put in the car so she could go after the walk. Due to the distance from my home to the park, we had to go there by car. Claire preferred to take her car because she is used to transferring in and out. I helped her to do it and she drove to the park.

Arriving at the parking lot, Claire took a disabled spot near the park’s entry. While I was helping her to get out of the car, I felt suddenly aroused the moment I took her legs to adjust them in her wheelchair. They were so soft with the nylon covering them that despite the fact we were outside, I could not resist the temptation to caress them. This seemed to please her and she grabbed my head to approach with her own and gave me a tender kiss on my mouth, whereas we were in public and everybody could see us. I replied to her kiss by giving her a short but intense kiss.

The park was crowded with Sunday walkers. We walked (and rolled) for an hour, as friends but with a few discreet gestures between us testifying of our new ‘complicity’. Even if no one cared, I was a little embarrassed to smile with my teeth even though I was spending an amazing afternoon with my best (and almost girl-) friend. We then moved to the terrace of a bar to have a drink. The waiter, a tall and sporty brown-haired handsome man, who was about our age, came to us and asked, “Hello there. How could I help you two beautiful ladies to get refreshed on this beautiful and hot day?”

-   “Please bring me a glass of Coca-cola zero with a slice of lemon, with no ice because I’m not that hot for the moment,” Claire replied, looking at him with charming eyes and a wide smile.

-   “A glass of Coca zero with a slice of lemon for the charming chilly lady, and for you, beautiful eyes?” he said slightly provocatively.

I was looking for a drink with no “t” or “s” to avoid feeling stupid with my lisp or something but I did not want ‘vodka’, the first word coming.

-   “Hmmm… a cold lemonade,” I replied shortly, without articulating too much to avoid letting him see my teeth.

-   “Do you want a slice of lemon too with it?” he asked.

-   “Yesh, pleazh, slhslhslh,” I replied, unable to avoid lisping and slurping and started blushing because of the embarrassment suddenly created.

He stared at me for a few seconds, probably questioning, and said loudly, “And a lemonade with a slice of lemon too for the shy hottie! I’m bringing you this straight away ladies!” and he left.

-   “Handshome bud’h quid’he heavy, slhslhslh,” I said to Claire.

-   “I could say yes for one night,” Claire said, laughing.

The waiter brought us our drinks 5 minutes later and we spent two hours chatting. During this time, Claire told me the waiter could not stop looking in our direction and thought he could have a crush for me.

At that moment, Claire went to the toilets. The waiter took the opportunity to come and talk to me. I immediately started feeling embarrassed.

-   “Hey you, what’s up?” he said.

-   “Hmm… No… I’m fine, I’m fine,” I replied, starting blushing.

-   “Well, I’ll be honest because I’m not fine. I’m a little confused because I find you very attractive and I really like you,” he said.

-   “Oh…” I could not reply more, being probably red like a tomato.

-   “That’s all? Are you okay?” he said.

-   “Yeah yeah … bud’h… I’m…” I said stammering, with really nothing to say in response.

-   “Well, I’m sorry. I have to go back to work before my boss sees me. Here is my number. Please call me if you want to have a drink with me. My name is Andrew by the way,” he said.

He gave me a paper with his hand-written number on it and went back to work, without any more glance.

I told Claire what happened after she came back and she started laughing, saying she was right about her feeling.

-   “And what are you going to do?” she asked.

-   “I dond’h know becauzh of my lishping and shlurping, whischh are very embarrasshing, nod’h led’hing me d‘ho d‘halk properly,” I replied, looking down, whereas Claire was gently caressing my knee and thigh over my tights.

-   “Okay, I understand, but you won’t stop living because of this tiny problem. You won’t stop meeting guys during the time you have these braces on. And I understood you every time you spoke on that weekend, there’s no problem in fact,” Claire said.

-   “Yesh, you’re righd’h. I’ll consider calling him,” I said.

After 30 minutes, we decided to go back to our home at 6 P.M., without seeing Andrew again.

Claire drove me to my flat. She pulled her car over in the disabled spot in front of my building. First we did a hug and then we kissed languorously for long minutes for the last time of the weekend, our tongues still touching through the tongue crib and Claire still exploring with hers the appliances in my mouth.

-   “I will miss this, my beauty,” she said.

-   “Sho I do. Szhank you for szhish fabuloush d‘hime my dear, slhslhslh. I cand’h waid’h d’ho shpend anoszher momend’h wiszh you,” I added.

-   “Thank you Alecja. This was also fabulous for me. We’ll do it again soon. Good luck for work tomorrow,” she said.

I got out of the car and gave her a last kiss through the window. She then left, leaving me feeling so fine on the pavement.

When I was walking back to my building, I saw Mrs. Jenkins, my 70-year-old neighbor, who watches all the time for everything that happens. She probably saw me kissing Claire, and asked me if she was my girlfriend, when I was entering the building. I denied it, saying she was just a friend, and went on my way.

At my apartment, I began feeling anxious about my day of work the next day and was especially thinking about the reactions of my colleagues when they all see my new metal smile. We talked a lot about this with Claire during the weekend and despite her comforting words and the fact it was not a big deal, I started freaking out.

This made me lose my appetite and I took a slight meal. Anyway, my teeth were still hurting. My tongue and my cheeks were hurting a lot too, injured by the contact with the appliances despite the use of wax. Maybe I talked with Claire and kissed her a little bit too much on the weekend.

I brushed my teeth, took another painkiller and a pill for anxiety and went to bed to watch a movie. But I could not stop thinking of the really good times with Claire on that weekend and still excited, I enjoyed a moment of lonely pleasure. I fell quickly asleep after that, near the middle of the movie.

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Great next chapter of this story. Looking forward what's going on with the girls and the treatment of course

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I enjoy this dynamic. Thanks for sharing!

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Great story Radian! Really builds the tension for all the new challenges. Particularly like the bisexual element. Don’t stop!

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Really enjoying this story Radian! You build the tension well for the next challenges faced by the characters.

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Re: Story:Alecja's need of orthodontics- Ch. 12 Back to work
« Reply #51 on: 14. June 2022, 14:29:53 PM »
It's been a while but here is the next chapter.

Chapter 12 - Back to work

The next day, I woke up when my phone rang at 6:15 AM. I immediately thought of that first day at work with my braces because some of my colleagues are not as kind and compassionate as Claire was. I was scared to look and sound ridiculous for a young, ambitious and pretty woman like me. I thought my confidence had totally disappeared in one weekend.

My mouth was still hurting a lot. The pressure on my teeth was still present and when I looked inside, I noticed small sores in different parts where my cheeks were rubbing the brackets. My tongue was also irritated because of the quad helix, the tongue crib and the lower expander. I talked too much the days before and this was my reward. I needed to take care not to talk too much today, which is good because I did not want people to hear my lisping and slurping noises. I was afraid that they would anyway.

After breakfast, I jumped under the shower to get prepared. Out of the shower, with a towel wrapped on my body from my armpit, I took a look at myself in the mirror, trying to smile and talk in different ways. Anyone who was a little observant would notice the color of silver as soon as I pronounce a single word. And for those who were not, the lisping and slurping would advise them to stare at my mouth to understand what’s wrong.

The strange thing was, apart from the fact that it necessarily made me look younger, I kind of appreciated the look it gives me. I did not find that disgusting or something. It was not for Claire at least. I even began thinking that it looks clean and the shiny metal part could be compared to a kind of jewelry. Despite the pain, the discomfort and the lisp, it was not that bad. Okay, I was saying that to myself in front of my mirror, but I am sure I will feel very embarrassed in front of colleagues and clients.

Then, I cautiously brushed my teeth to not leave any part of food in the braces and I got dressed. I decided to wear some discreet clothes, to not attract attention: a white, tight, elbow-length t-shirt under a navy blue classic jacket, a beige knee-length pencil skirt, thin nude tights and black peep-toe 10 cm heeled boots with no platform. I left my straightened hair loose.

I drove to my company, parked my car in the parking and stood in front of the entrance door. I took a deep breath, entered the building and went to my office. Janet greeted me kindly, telling me I was stunning and asking me how my weekend and my orthodontist appointment were. She was alone, so I immediately smiled at her with all my teeth. I saw an air of compassion in her reaction, meaning like "poor girl, I feel so sorry for you," but she really said, hesitantly, "It's better than the braces I had."

“You can be honeshd’h Jane’h, id’sh awful, slhslhslh,” I said.

“No, no, it’s not that bad really but your speech sounds…different, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah, I nod’h only have bracked’hsh on all my ‘heeszh but I alsho have applianschesh behind szhem, on d‘hop and bod’hom, slhslhslh,” I replied.

“But reassure me, you can take them off?” she asked, astonished.

“No, szhey are fixshshed (ouch, impossible to say I thought) inshide, slhslhslh,… bud’h id’hsh okay, slhslhslh,” I replied.

“Oh my poor dear, and how long do you have to wear them?” she asked.

"I don'dh know exshacd'hly, aboud'h d'hwo yearzh, slhslhslh, for szhe bracked'hsh and probably
 lesh for szhe oszher applianschesh, slhslhslh," I replied.

"You should tell the bosses because you may have some difficulties doing several tasks like speaking on the phone or receiving clients," she said.

“Yesh, you’re righd’h but I dond’h feel szhat my schpeechh is improving, slhslhslh, id’h shhould normally,” I said.

We then went back to work. Janet would not stop assisting me like I was sick or disabled. It was cute from her. She was really compassionate, still more than usual.

I asked for a meeting with my two bosses to explain what was happening to me and that I needed to start a probable two years orthodontic treatment. Despite a kind of surprise, they said it did not change anything as long as I could do everything I had to do, like talking on the phone or receiving clients, which I confirmed (thinking it would be tough at first). They were very supportive and said not to hesitate to come to talk about any difficulties which could be caused by my treatment. They also said that even if clients could be surprised on the phone or in a meeting, they should understand and if they did not, it was not a big deal. They gave me their trust again, which reassured me.

The day passed in a better way than I had imagined. Most of the colleagues I saw noticed my braces and were very nice and understanding with me, repeatedly telling me that I was doing that for my health. The others were totally indifferent, like they did not notice anything or they pretended not to notice anything. I had a few reactions, especially for men who had been flirting a little with me, who were more distant than before, like they were afraid or disgusted by the braces, which disappointed me a little.

It was 5:00 PM, half an hour remaining to go home, and Boris came to my desk. ‘Please not him,’ I said to myself.

“Alecja, can you fill this bill for me and send it to the client ?” he said.

“Okay,” I said, without saying anything more and praying in my head for him to leave just after his sentence.

“But you need to check cautiously the two first lines first and to charge VAT after, on the total amount. You got it?” he said, talking to me like a newbie.

"Yesh Okay okay, slhslhslh," I said, without any possibility to avoid slurping at the end of the sentence.

He stared at me suddenly, trying to find what was wrong with my few words.

“Please say ‘cheese’. I want to check something,” he said.

I did not know what to do and started flushing, embarrassed about what was going to happen.

“Bud’h…okay…. I… I’ll bring you the documend’h you ashked in your offische, slhslhslh,” I said.

Oh my god, You did an Ugly Betty! You got your train tracks! And when is the next departure?” he said loudly, thinking he was funny.

I was all red and I could not say anything, starting to have tears in my eyes. I stood up and left for the restrooms, where I started crying. He looked at me leaving with a sadistic smile and went back to his office upstairs. Janet told him he went too far but he did not seem to think the same, pretty satisfied about what has happened, like always. It was the first time he hurt me like this. I could not say anything without making the situation worse because of my ****ing braces. I felt so vulnerable that day.

Then, I started thinking about what Dr. Gipsen, the strong and classy braced orthodontist woman, could have said to him. I was sure she would never have let it happen to herself. Maybe she would have taken one of her very high stiletto-heeled shoes to plant it in his mouth, or tied him on her dental chair to put massive and bulky appliances on his teeth. That's what I wanted to do at this time. Then I suddenly realized it was bullshit, that I should not let myself be hurt by him. I am still the same: a strong and beautiful woman. A lot of women of my age and more wear braces too, and I chose to start this journey for my health. I came back to my desk with confidence, nearly ready to resume the fight, but he had left. I did not see him again that day and I put the document he asked for on his desk.

After work, I went back home, thinking this day was not that bad. Most of my colleagues, even my bosses, were pretty compassionate and caring and I did not have to worry so much about their reactions. But the incident with Boris made me upset.

Back at home, I decided to take a bath after my traditional soup dinner and listen to classical music to relax myself. It was a delightful moment, thinking once again of what happened with Claire the last weekend. I took a lot of pleasure trying to recreate this moment again, licking my lips and covered-by-metal teeth and touching myself.

Out of the bath, I took a look at myself in the mirror and tried to smile with my teeth. I said to myself, I was starting to appreciate my look with my metallic smile, like the rude but gorgeous Dr. Gipsen.

I went to bed, thinking of the next day at work, what I was going to wear and what kind of reactions would I receive to my braces. I also took another moment of lonely pleasure before sleeping, by thinking of the same thing from in the bath.


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« Reply #52 on: 14. June 2022, 16:22:57 PM »
Yay, good to have you back  ;D

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Nice work, thanks for the update!

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Great job @radian, glad you started back up!

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« Reply #56 on: 17. June 2022, 17:55:22 PM »
Whilst it is a tiny bit annoying to have lots of other threads and stories pushing my own stories down the list :-( it is GREAT to see others writing stories.

So, good to see you back again! Don't stop writing!!!

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« Reply #57 on: 17. June 2022, 20:00:27 PM »
Whilst it is a tiny bit annoying to have lots of other threads and stories pushing my own stories down the list :-( it is GREAT to see others writing stories.

You've written so many, there is probably enough content to warrant a little sub-section of your own!

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I'm enjoying reading your story. I am looking forward to the next chapter.

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« Reply #59 on: 08. July 2022, 18:27:27 PM »
Thanks for the comments !
 
Here is the next part :

Chapter 13 - To the second appointment

I finally got used to the braces after three weeks. The discomfort and the pain decreased gradually. On the contrary, my ability to eat solid food was back to how it was before.

During that time, my speech also clearly improved, but I could not get rid of the lisping & slurping totally. Some of my relatives have remarked to me.

I did not go out too often, too embarrassed to show my silver smile. I went once to the theatre with a friend and another time, got a drink with Claire and other friends at a pub. I stayed very close to Claire that night and tried to hide our new 'relationship' from the rest of the table, even if we both took turns taking the risk to get intimate gazes, gestures or caresses from each other on that night.

We also met in private several times together at her home or mine and as two single open-minded women, we of course made love, with the same sensuality and pleasure as the first time. Her relationship with Walter has been growing a little bit since then. They met for the first time at the end of June and it seemed to work between us. Another date is scheduled after Walter's vacation at the start of August. They were not a couple yet, but it was taking its course.

As far as I am concerned, I was too shy to look and smile around me outside, I did not see any approaching man. The ones who came for an approach quickly turned around when they saw my shining metal mouth. My sex appeal and my pride had taken a hit.

At work, I did my best to overcome the braces problems. My bosses and colleagues were amazing, pretending to not see or notice anything wrong with my braces or the lisping, except Boris of course. Each time I saw him, he laughed at me with hurting words or crude imitations, going so far that he made me feel really bad for the rest of the day. I did not know what was going wrong with him, but this guy seems to have no mercy or empathy.

We came to the 9th of July and I started thinking about my orthodontist's appointment at the end of the week. I began to feel nervous about the idea of new appliances, as Dr. Gipsen seemed to indi-cate at the last appointment. I tried to relax a little, saying to myself it was impossible to add anything more to my full-of-metal mouth.

On the morning of the 13th of July, my ortho’s appointment was scheduled for 1 PM. I prepared myself, keeping in mind I could not go home before this appointment and I had to go back to work after it, before starting my three weeks vacation time.

By the way, we decided with Claire to go on vacation together in Barcelona from the 21st of July to the 4th of August. We booked a 4 stars hotel room near the beach to enjoy our time together. I could not wait to be there. I hoped I might be more liberated from not being in my usual environment, where I could meet people I know, even if the idea to go on vacation with my metal stuff caused some concern.

It was a sunny and hot day (26 °C announced), so I chose to wear a pale yellow mid-thigh summer dress with sheer-colored extra thin tights, and 10 cm square-heeled multi-strap sandals, with no plat-form. I did my hair back with a ponytail and decided to wear my black rectangular glasses instead of my contact lenses.

The morning at work went by fast. I quickly ate my pasta meal without being very hungry and jumped into my car at 12:40 AM and drove to the orthodontist's office. The car parked, I started feeling very nervous once again.

I entered the office where there was no one at the reception desk. Suzan was probably taking her lunch break. So I went to sit on my own in the waiting room and said 'hi'.

Only two persons were waiting :
-   A boy aged about 16, with red hair, who replied to me, letting me see his metallic smile,
-   and a woman aged about 25, with loose blonde wavy hair, dressed in a white short summer dress with bare legs and white flat strappy sandals. She was very cute and replied to me with a big smile with very crooked teeth but no braces. I thought maybe she was at her first ap-pointment.

Like the first times with other patients, they probably noticed my silver smile. If the boy was indifferent to it, I saw the girl seeming a little concerned about it, like I was the first time. I could perfectly imagine what she thought.

The TV screen indicated a 15 minutes wait for Dr. Gipsen. I thought at that time, if the appointment was going to last too long, I'll be late for work and my vacation could start later.

After 15 minutes, Stacey come into the waiting room and said my name, with her usual lisp. She wore her light blue coat, over white trousers and navy blue 2 cm heeled sandals with her nude beau-tiful feet. She greeted me and asked me how I’d been since the last appointment. I replied, with my own lisp, that it was very difficult at first but finally dealt with it.

In the examination room, Dr. Gipsen, sitting on her rolling stool, was finishing preparing her stuff. I saw a lot of stuff on the table and hoped it was not for me this time. As usual, she had her blond hair pulled back in a bun and glasses. She wore her white blouse over a white mid-thigh skirt this time, sheer-colored tights and orange and glossy 14 cm high-heeled peep-toe pumps. She still was so classy and beautiful.

She greeted me and asked me to sit in the chair. She asked me how I have been since the last time. I replied the same as I said to Stacy. She did not seem to care about my answer and told me she had to check if everything was okay, replace the ligatures around the brackets and install my other appli-ances. I looked at her with astonished eyes, asking what kind of appliances she was going to fit. She replied, "a headgear to get my back teeth back and a bottom lip bumper to make some space and keep the lower lip away from the lower arch."

If I did not exactly know what was a lip bumper, I immediately felt panic when I heard the word 'headgear'. I knew exactly what it was since I saw some teenage patients wearing that kind of appli-ance in the waiting room, but I believed it was only for children or teenagers. I asked if another less invasive appliance could replace the headgear.

She said briefly, "no, that won't be possible," and asked me to lie down and open my mouth. She checked everything, asking me to bite up and down several times. Then she replaced every ligature around my braces without changing the wire. She asked me to choose the color this time and a little disconcerted by this question, I chose the same grey I had. She placed the cheek retractor and took one appliance from the table, probably the large wire of the headgear, and tried several times to fit it into the tubes of my upper last molars. After a few adjustments, she said it was okay. She left it in place and connected a large navy blue head strap to the wire with small plastic parts with several holes. After that, she tried to fit the other appliance to the tubes of my lower last molars, probably the lip bumper she showed me before. It was an arched wire which was covered by a large plastic part on the front. After some adjustments, she asked Stacey's help to cement it with the blue light. It meant I would not be able to remove it. I immediately felt pressure on my last molars.

When she removed the cheek retractor, in addition to all the metal inside my mouth, I could feel a quite large wire on the corners of my lips, and a large piece of plastic behind my lower lip. I could no longer close my mouth properly because my lips did not naturally cover my lower teeth completely. I could not stop trying to.

Dr. Gipsen asked Stacey to tell me how to care for and remove the headgear. Before leaving, she said I needed to wear it 12 hours a day at first and encouraged me to wear it more often, as much as I could. She advised me to wear it as soon as I go back home from work till I went back to work and to remove it only to eat. I immediately thought in my head it would be good if I could keep that thing in for more than a couple of hours. Then I said to myself, 'When am I supposed to have a social life? Only at work?' She also told me to arrange with Suzan another appointment in a month or so.

I tried to take off the headgear to leave the office, but Stacey told me that I should keep it in place to get used to it. I said to myself, 'No way I keep it in a place where I can meet people'. I asked Stacey if I could try it at home instead but she insisted, reminding me I have to be as compliant as possible with my treatment. She added, that if we see Dr. Gipsen in the corridors without it just after this appointment, she could reproach me for not being compliant enough.

I was freaked out about the idea of going out with the headgear on, but I resigned myself to doing it. So I took my purse, left the examination room and started walking in the long corridor going to the entrance, keeping my head and eyes down, with my free hand next to my face, trying to hide as much as I could. I knew it was useless, but I did not know how to deal with this new such visible appliance on my head.

It was 2 P.M and I was pretty sure there were people in the waiting room, but I did not dare to look. I had to stop at Suzan's desk to arrange the next appointment, so I asked her with my headgear and my impairment to talk, in maybe the most embarrassing moment of my life, what places were available in about a month. I had both of my hands around my face trying awkwardly to hide what I could not hide. She seemed compassionate and gave me the available spots. I took the 25th of August at 11 A.M, to avoid this time coming in a working day, which was always complicated.

Fortunately, no one arrived during that time and I quickly walked to the entrance door. I was about to finally go out, but I ran into the handsome man with the perfect smile that I met the last time. He was entering the office and held the entrance door for me. I quickly said "szhanksh" without any more look, still trying to hide the headgear with my hand. He did not seem so astonished by it.

Outside, I quickly ran and entered my car. I checked if anyone could see me and burst into tears. After 5 minutes, I tried to remove the headgear but I could not concentrate enough because of the panic. I thought it was stuck and I had to keep it permanently, and I had to hurry because I was already a little late for my last afternoon at work, so I decided to drive to work and to try again to remove it in my company's parking. I released my hair to hide more effectively the back part of the appliance, but it was impossible to hide the two large straps of the appliance.

On the road, I could not stop saying to myself that everyone around me was staring at me since my car's windows were not tinted. I saw a few people who seemed to notice the headgear and have a persistent look.

In the company's parking, I tried to relax with a short breathing meditation session, and I tried to remove again the headgear. I managed to do it once I found the method, with a sense of relief. There still was the problem of my big lower lip due to the lip bumper, but I could easily deal with it after fearing being forced to keep the headgear on for my last day of work. I put the headgear in the orange box that Stacey gave me and put this box in the glove compartment of the car. I quickly got my hair done and I entered the building.

Janet and some of my other colleagues noticed there was something wrong with my lower lip, but no one said anything. I had to take a painkiller that afternoon because painful tensions quickly ap-peared in my mouth. I noticed the lip bumper made me slurp with a little bit more noise, probably because more saliva was accumulating in my lower jaw. Boris came once to my office. I had become his punching bag since he noticed I had braces. He laughed at me another time because of my big lower lip and tried to imitate me by enlarging his lower lip. I thought he was just a hick, but I did not say anything to him, preferring to let it go and stay strong.

After having made up for the work time I had not done in the early afternoon and said goodbye to everyone, I left my office, relieved to be finally on vacation, even if my mouth was hurting, and drove back home.