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Story: Madeline
« on: 02. July 2024, 19:48:08 PM »
Madeline

Wrote this up today in a few mins. Thought I would share.


This is it.
It’s been two months and several appointments in the making. I’m finally here sitting in that dreaded position, leaned all the way back, bright fluorescent lights over my head.

I’m about to get my braces.

—-

I guess some explanations would be  useful.

Hi. I’m Madeline, age 19, and I’m about to get braces. For the second time.

It started about three months ago when I was at my six month checkup with the dentist. The cleaning and X-rays were fine, no cavities or anything. I pride myself on having nice teeth. I’ve got a killer smile- or maybe not.

See, when the dentist came in to say do his 5 second look over of the hygienists work, he had some news for me.

“Well first off, great job taking care of your teeth. They look to be in great shape, though I would recommend spending a little more time flossing. Your gums are a little puffy, and we don’t want anything to happen.

“I just have two concerns about your oral health. First is your wisdom teeth- they’re almost fully in now, and I think it’s time for them to come out. I have a few oral surgeons I can recommend, if you need suggestions.”

That was fine. I’d known my wisdom teeth were coming in. They made chewing in the back of my mouth a pain sometimes. I was glad they were going to be gone.

Not so glad about his next statement.

“And secondly, I think you should see an orthodontist.”

Uh... what?

“It looks like you haven’t been wearing your retainer for quite some time now, and that’s causes some shifting in the alignment of your teeth. Cosmetically, everything appears to be fine. Medically though, you could end up with some problems when you’re older.

“Tell your mother to call me when you get home, and I’ll have a talk with her.”

As you can expect I was NOT happy. I’d done my time in braces during middle school. Standard train tracks, some rubber bands and that’s it. No way I was gonna go through all that again...

*Ahem* ...yeah, so I’m about to go through all that again. Turns out college costs a little bit more than braces.

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« Reply #1 on: 02. July 2024, 19:55:59 PM »
The dentist sent over a bunch of numbers. I got my wisdom teeth out over spring break. Made a couple of consultations at new orthodontists (my old one retired).

It’s mid May right now, and my parents have finally decided on a practice. (You’d think that I, as an ADULT, would be part of the decision. But noooo, apparently I’m iRresPonSiBlE. Whatever.)

I’m at this place, Werner Orthodontics, right now. I was here about a week ago for impressions (didn’t know they still do that nowadays- my old ortho used a scanner and that was years ago) and spacers.

Now I’m about to get my braces.

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Alright you’re all caught up. Everybody with me? Get the story so far?

Me no wear retainer —> need braces —> Me no want braces —> broke college student —> getting braces

Great.

So I’m here in the chair. They cleaned my teeth and everything, and now the girl is prepping them for the braces themselves.

She stuck put in that big plastic thing that holds your checks back, and added something to keep my tongue in the back of my mouth. So I’m basically gagging every two seconds. It’s a great look for me, don’t you think?

It takes a while but she finally finishes with the glue stuff and starts to wash it off.

Okay... okay...

Not gonna lie, I was nervous about the braces process but it’s mostly just waiting. And waiting. Aaaand waiting... oh wait she’s doing something!

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« Reply #2 on: 02. July 2024, 19:57:05 PM »
“Alright Madeline, so what I’m going to do now is put in your first appliance. We call it an expander, and it’s going to...well, it’s going to expand your jaw.”

She’s holding up some metal thing with rings on the side and a box in the middle. I’m just confused. I knew I was getting braces, but no one told me anything about appliances. And the way she’s talking, it’s sounding like that’s not the only one.

The assistant (I really should’ve checked her name tag, I can’t keep calling her “assistant” in my head) brings the appliance into my mouth and starts to force it over  my top teeth. It hurts a little but my too bad. She asks me to bite occasionally, using a stick to force it higher up onto my teeth until she’s satisfied. Then she takes it out, adds some blue stuff (presumably glue) to the inside of the rings, and does it all over again. This time, she finishes it off with that curing light. So I guess I officially have braces. Just wish I knew what they felt like.

Yay.

She repeats the process for the bottom jaw, and finally starts with the braces themselves.

It’s a tedious process, waiting there as she places the brackets, but I don’t mind. At least I don’t have to keep biting on that dumb stick.

Finally (finally!), she’s done. She tells me to hold on one sec, that she’s just going to let the doctor look everything over.

Everything’s good. Alright. Moment of truth.

She takes out the white thing. And I can feel everything.

Oh god.

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« Reply #3 on: 02. July 2024, 19:57:42 PM »
It’s a lot of stuff in my mouth. The first thing I notice is, naturally, the expanders. They’re huge, hanging front and center in the middle of my mouth.  They’ve got texture, little cracks and holes that my tongue wants to explore.

And then there’s the braces. These aren’t so bad, though they feel a little bit bigger than usual. It’s just...woah. They’re pushing against my lips, a constant reminder that I, Madeline Hayes, have braces at 19 years old.

The assistant (I can see her name tag says Sarah) asks me how it feels.

“It’th a ‘ot.”

Oh god. I have the mother of all lisps.

I literally can’t speak. I’m going to die.

Wait no. That’s drool running down the bib. I’ve already died, and now I’m in Hell. Only explanation for it.

Sarah notices the look on my face.

“Oh sweetie don’t worry. I promise, you’ll get used to it within a few weeks.”

Oh, that’s fine then. A few weeks. So I’ll be normal by, like, midsummer, at which point all my friends will have left me for someone who doesn’t look and sound like a seventh grader.

Sarah can tell I’m not convinced.

“Let me go grab the Doctor, and we’ll see if he can help you out.”

And that’s where I am now. Head back, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with my new braces.

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« Reply #4 on: 02. July 2024, 19:58:36 PM »
Werner is a middle aged man, forties closer to fifty.

He slides into the rolling chair without so much as a hello, and asks me to bite down for him. This is not the warm smiling man who greeted me two weeks ago.

I bite down, and he frowns.

“Turbos and elastics,” he tells Sarah.

She nods and rushes away.

Werner picks up the white retractor and moves in close.

“Alright, just one more thing.”

Crap.



It’s quick work. Some glue behind my front teeth, a mold, blue light, and poof.

Now I can’t even close my mouth. The turbos are supposed to make sure I don’t know off any brackets, but come on. I lost maybe two brackets the last time I was in braces. That’s like one a year. Is this really necessary?

After the turbos, Sarah is back with more goodies for my mouth. She shows me how to attach them to the hooks on my molar bands and bring them down towards the front of my mouth. It’s going to take a while to get used to.

Especially when all I could see in the mirror was my braces. I was right- the brackets are bigger. But that’s not the main issue. Those are the expanders- massive steel boxes on the roof and bottom of my mouth. The bands holding them in place go all the way to my canines. My teeth are completely covered by them and it shows when I smile!

Then there’s the turbos, the pale white cubes of cement behind my teeth.

Add in the elastics and all you can see is braces.

Huge brackets. Bands. Turbos. Elastics stretching when I open my mouth.

And then the lisp.

I’ve butchered Sarah’s name twenty times by now. It’s Tharah this, Tharah that.

I don’t even want to think about saying my own last name.

This is my life now.

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« Reply #5 on: 02. July 2024, 20:01:25 PM »
I will hopefully add more to this at some point, but I feel like this can be it’s own short story, sweet and to the point with some of the braces content we all know and love.

Sure, it’s not as complex and well thought out a some of the other stories on this forum but I enjoyed writing it. Hope you all enjoy reading.

Brief note: Some of the words that were meant to be italicized are not. I wrote this in my Notes and apparently it doesn’t transfer through copy paste. Hope y’all can use your imagination on any words that seem like they should be in italics.

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« Reply #6 on: 02. July 2024, 21:34:26 PM »
Short, sweet, complete, and above all about orthodontic braces.
Good job!

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« Reply #7 on: 03. July 2024, 02:33:08 AM »
That was a fun read. Nice work!

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« Reply #8 on: 03. July 2024, 03:09:12 AM »
Thank you.  Great read.  You are a good writer.

And I will do something that I hate when someone does it to me.

But it is a damn shame Madeline has all of of her appliances.  Just thinking out loud.

Dr. Werner examined my mouth.  What is he doing?  Nothing else can possibly fit in my mouth.  He says “Sarah, a Crane, size medium short.”

Why is he talking about birds?

A few moments later Tharah, excuse me Sarah, returns.  Why is she carrying a neck brace?  What is going on here.

Dr. Werner looks at me and says “you are almost finished Madeline.  All we have left to do is fit your Crane appliance.  If your jaw responds as we hope you shouldn’t have to wear it full time more than six months.”

Wait, what? They want me to wear that too?  All the time?  No, this can’t be happening.

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« Reply #9 on: 03. July 2024, 08:18:08 AM »
I want to reiterate how awesome this story is.  Thank you again.

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« Reply #10 on: 03. July 2024, 19:48:26 PM »
First off, thank you all. Your encouragement means a lot.

I know I said I wasn’t sure if I would add more to this. But like you said @mr_90proof, it would be a damn shame if this was all Madeline ended up with. So, I’ve taken it upon myself to write another episode.

I hope I can do this story justice. But I have a habit of getting burnt out; it’s happened to me before.
At least now I can say the story is semi-complete. Everything else is just some extra goods. Fresh chapter coming soon.

And thank you again for the compliments, especially from @mr_90proof. I love reading your stories when I can keep up with them.

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« Reply #11 on: 03. July 2024, 20:06:52 PM »
I spend my first day with braces in a daze.

I have to hold back tears as I try setting up an appointment for an adjustment. I’m unintelligible, and my mind is miles away.

Two years. That’s how long this is supposed to take. I’ll be 21 and wearing braces. 21 going on 14.

I don’t know how I’m going to get through this.

I finish setting up my appointment and drive home. First thing I do when I walk into the door is march to the kitchen.

“You knew,” I lisp out.

My mom turns around, guilt written all over her face.

“I knew.”

Then her face turns hard.

“I knew and I did it anyways. You couldn’t be trusted to wear your retainers. From the moment you decided to be irresponsible and waste MY money, you lost the right to be privy to the details of your treatment. I knew you would never go in knowing what they had in store for you, college or not. Now you don’t have a choice. The braces are on, and they’ll stay until they’ve done their job.”

“Ah cah ‘ake em off. Ah’ll find thomeone.”

“That’s your decision. Just know that 1) it won’t be cheap, and 2) you’ll be breaching your contract with Dr. Werner. Want to add another couple thousand on top of your student loans?”

I can’t believe the words coming out of my moms mouth. I mean, I’m her youngest daughter. She didn’t do this with anyone else. No threatening to not pay for college, no forced treatment. And besides MY TEETH WERE FINE!

I can’t even look at her. So I don’t. I just turn around, and trudge up the stairs towards my room.

—-

I thought it was bad in the orthodontist’s. I was wrong. It’s worse than bad.

I’ve been trying to practice talking for at least a half hour and all that’s coming out it half formed words and the occasional piece of spit. My shirt is already covered in it.

Then there’s the pain. At first it was just a dull ache, but now it’s constant. Especially in my molars.

Looking in the mirror again, I examine myself.

Not much to see with my mouth closed. There’s a slight bulge by my lips, but nothing too bad. I can make it work, turn it into a plus. Free lip filler!

But the inside... that’s hopeless. The expanders are probably the worst. They’re the biggest impediment to my speech, they’re mouth filling, and are 100% the cause of my spit soaked shirt.

The turbos are also an inconvenience. I literally can’t bite down. My mouth is always just the slightest bit open, letting the gleam of the expanders show through.

Between those two, I don’t even know how I’m going to eat.

Well. Where there’s a will there’s a way, right? I’ll get through this somehow. After all, only place to go once you hit rock bottom is up.

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« Reply #12 on: 03. July 2024, 20:07:39 PM »
Alright so it’s been three weeks and I’m back at the ortho. It’s sooner than I expected but apparently Dr. Werner likes to keep an eye on certain patients.

Guess I’m one of those lucky few.

The last few weeks have, as you may have guessed, sucked.

My friends were sympathetic to my situation, but at the same time didn’t want to hang out with me as much. I don’t blame them. When I go I out to lunch with my friends I like to enjoy my food. Doubtless, the sight of mashed kale and veggies whenever I smile is not exactly appetizing.

In private though, they’re fine. Sure we text more than we call, but that’s just for the sake of time. Dentists may be able to understand half garbled speech. Your average teen? Not so much.

In terms of braces wear, I guess I’ve been doing okay. The appliances mostly suck. Not much I can do about those.

The rubber bands are also not too bad. I tend not to wear them when out of sight of my parents, but I don’t really mind having them in. I just forget about them sometimes, that’s all. They’re honestly the least of my worries.

I’m sitting in the waiting room now, waiting to be called back. Hopefully,  I’ll be able to convince Dr. Werner to take out the turbos. I’ll let him know my last ortho didn’t make me have them. That should be enough.

Oh! Gotta go. One of the assistants (Lauren- I made sure to read the name tag this time) just called me back. Wish me luck.

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« Reply #13 on: 03. July 2024, 20:09:05 PM »
I follow Lauren to the back and and she seats me down in a chair I haven’t seen before. It’s your standard dental chair just with some strange additions. There some Velcro loops on the armrests and what looks like a harness on the main part of the chair.

Weird, but whatever. I make to slide myself into the harness, but Lauren stops me.

“We’re gonna let you brush without those wires before we do any other work.”

She opens the doors of the brackets, removes my wires, and sends me to the communal sinks. The braces feel weird without the wires, the brackets their own individual nubs on each tooth.

I finish brushing and head back. Lauren is fussing with the chair, and glances up when I return.

“So we typically like to use this for any adjustments on Dr. Werner’s special patients. Lucky you, you qualify! Is it alright if we get you all settled in this?”

“Thuwe.”

It’s not like I’m going anywhere, straps or no straps.

Lauren helps me slide into the harness feet first, then guides my hands through the loops on the arm rests. She tugs them all down tight, and just like that I’m stuck.

It’s a weird feeling, not being able to fidget or cross my legs. I feel... restrained. (I have a way with words don’t I? I’m so eloquent.)

Lauren comes back with one last thing, a kind of curved hard strap.
She hooks it onto the back of the headrest, brings it down to my forehead, and connects it to the other side. Now I can’t move anything. I’m stuck staring at the wall.

Laurent slides into her chair and reaches out of my field of view. She comes back with a cheek retractor, and slips it into my mouth.

“I’m going to go get Dr. Werner, and we can get started.”

And then I’m alone, strapped in a chair with my mouth


I’m not there long before Dr. Werner comes in. He’s the same as he was last time; no pleasantries, no hellos, all business. I’m starting to think his initial demeanor was a sham. This is the real doctor.

He checks the braces and seems pleased that nothing has broken off.

Then he asks me to bite down, like fourteen times.

He shakes his head and rolls his chair away to murmur something to Lauren. She walks away, and he comes back into view.

“So. You have not been wearing your rubber bands.”

Oh crap.

“I was worried this would be the case. I WANTED you in fixed appliances from the moment I heard your story. Someone like you simply cannot be trusted to have compliance as an option.

“I thought about making compliance mandatory, but my mercy got the best of me. I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.”

Lauren returns and places something on the table next to me. I can hear metal parts rattling on a tray.

I try turning my head to look at the table, but the restraints don’t allow for that. Dr. Werner notices me trying to get a look, and moves the tray in front of me to allow me to get a better look.

All I can see are some tubes and small rings.

“This,” he says with a smirk on his face, “is what we call a telescope appliance.”

“Since you are obviously not interested in compliance, I’m going to make sure it’s not an issue. You won’t have to worry about wearing your elastics again. This will move your jaw into the ideal position, without the need for rubber bands.

“Now, this is obviously a temporary measure. It’s much too flimsy compared to what I typically like to use. But this will last us for the next few days.

“What I’d like to do now is make some impressions, and then we’ll go and fix this in as we get your final appliance ready. You can come in in three days, and everything will be ready for you. Lauren is going to get you ready now, and I will see you in a few minutes.”

I want to protest, but with my mouth held open it’s impossible. Before I can even try, he’s gone.

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« Reply #14 on: 03. July 2024, 20:10:00 PM »
Lauren sits back down over me, a look of pity on her face.

“Oh Madeline. I’m so sorry you have to go through this. But I promise the results will be worth it! Your smile will look great once we’re done.”

But my smile had ALREADY looked great. That wasn’t the problem!

Lauren brings the chair up from its reclining position, but doesn’t undo any of the straps. She reaches off to the side and brings back her two familiar trays full of goop.

She tilts my head back as far as the restraints allow, and wriggles the impression tray into my mouth.

“Alright, remember breathe through your nose.”

With that, she presses it into my palate. It’s a weird feeling, feeling the goop go through all the nooks and crannies in my braces and expanders.

It takes a while for her to get the tray out, and then she repeats the process for my bottom jaw. I’m gagging almost the entire time. It feels like I’m about to throw up.

When she’s done with all of that, she leans my chair back down, puts my wires back into my braces, and gets up to call the doctor.

They install the appliance quickly. Some fiddling on the top jaw, some fiddling on the bottom, and done. I can’t feel them yet with the spreader still in my mouth, and my tongue being held back.

I’m ready for them to take out the spreaders, but they’re not done yet.

“Alright, so that’s the telescope appliance done. Now, one last thing for today: your expanders. We’ve left them in there so you can get acclimated to them, and now it’s time to let them do their job.”

Dr. Werner brandishes a long blue stick with a small piece of metal at the top.

“This is a key. You insert it into the holes of your expanders and push towards the back of your mouth. Do that until the next hole is visible. For now I want you to do two turns of each expander per day. We will reevaluate at your next appointment.”

“For now, I’m just going to activate the appliance. I still want you to do your own turns tonight, but this will get us ahead.”

He pushes the stick into my mouth, and (presumably) starts turning the expander. I’m not sure how many turns it takes for the activation, but after what feels like 4 or 5 I start o feel a dull ache.

I gurgle something at him, but he ignores me and keeps turning.

6, 7, 8 turns.

I’m moaning now, my top jaw on fire. My face is screwed up in pain, and I’m pretty sure I’m crying.

Finally he stops.

“Time for the bottom jaw.”

It’s the same thing all over. My mouth is on fire, worse than when I first got the braces on. And if last time was any indication, things will only get worse.

Mercifully, Dr. Werner is finished with me. He gets up, and leaves Lauren to help me out.

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« Reply #15 on: 03. July 2024, 20:10:44 PM »
First thing off is the head piece. Then she takes out the lip spreader. The second she does so, my tongue darts to inspect the new appliance. It’s weird. The rods on the side feel slick, the connecting points pushing out against my lips.

Lauren is still busy undoing my restraints. First my arms, then my legs. She guides my out of the chair and takes me back towards where the sinks are. There’s a younger girl there, 14 or so, watching me with wide eyes. Her mouth hangs a little bit open, and I notice with envy that SHE doesn’t seem to have any appliances.

Lauren points out the new additions to my mouth. The rods of the telescope appliance are gleaming, covered in spit. You can tell I have them, even when my mouth is closed. There’s two little bumps at each corner of my mouth.

Tilting my head back, I try to see what’s different with the expanders. It’s difficult because the arms of my appliance don’t allow me to open my mouth all the way. But I try.

Nothing seems to be different. Nothing there accounts for the splitting pain going through my jaws.

I go through much the same process as last time, with Lauren showing me how to care for my new additions. Only this time, there’s no baggie of rubber bands, no trying to reach for that hook in the back of my mouth. Now it’s just metal, metal, and more metal.

After showing me how to care for everything, I’m led to the front desk and an appointment is made for two (TWO!) days.

Can’t wait.

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« Reply #16 on: 03. July 2024, 20:19:01 PM »
Thank you!  I hope you don’t get burned out on this one.  And I hope to read even more of your work.

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« Reply #17 on: 03. July 2024, 20:21:38 PM »
Glad you’re following this story up a little further! Can’t wait to see what’s next! Thanks!
Braces, bare feet, ball gags and bondage!

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« Reply #18 on: 03. July 2024, 20:47:19 PM »
I’m really enjoying this story. I have tried writing before, but like you, I have gotten burnt out. I hope that you continue this story.

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« Reply #19 on: 04. July 2024, 03:02:17 AM »
Very nice. Take a break if you need to. I'm just getting back into writing after a a several month break. Luckily I had enough material to keep up my publishing schedule.

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« Reply #20 on: 04. July 2024, 22:12:47 PM »
This is fantastic!

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« Reply #21 on: 06. July 2024, 00:27:57 AM »
Very good story, go on, nice written!

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« Reply #22 on: 09. July 2024, 23:42:54 PM »
nice story! Thanks!
I cant wait to see how it continues!

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« Reply #23 on: 15. July 2024, 07:20:53 AM »
Amazing story, keep up the good work