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Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« on: 23. October 2020, 08:01:04 AM »
AAAAAAAAYYYYYYY BOYS!

It's been a hot minute since I've had the inspiration for one of these! Let's have some fun!  ;D

Chapter 1

Two years. Two whole years of boring college courses and all I had to show for it were a few pictures in local newspapers and a damaged mouth. I'll be the first to admit that it was kind of my fault. That hulking refrigerator of a football player wouldn’t have slammed into me if I hadn't signed up for cheer-leading that starting semester, I wouldn't have hit my mouth on the metal framing the drum major was standing on if I hadn't been out of formation, and I wouldn't have to travel so far to meet my parents in a completely new city if I hadn't suggested they move after I went away in the first place!

I'm perfectly willing to take complete responsibility for my current condition, and I am VERY grateful for my parents' near instant willingness to completely cover my recovery costs, but I have to draw the line at what Mom was "just suggesting". I DRAW THE LINE AT BRACES.

Even the word makes my teeth shiver in the worst way possible. I remember seeing some poor girl and her friend get their faces shrouded in aluminium a few years back, and they NEVER stopped lisping. All the drilling, and scratching, and metal, NOPE. NOT FOR ME. And that metal bar they had locked into their mouths? How was that even ethical? GOD just thinking about it makes it worse. I don't care how bad my mouth happened to heal, I don't care that I "kind of needed them years ago", I DRAW THE LINE AT BRACES.


Pulling into the city was an event of its own. I had left campus early in the afternoon with everything packed. Since the University sent all of my work over the internet, there was no reason to stick around since I couldn't cheer with my face the way it was. Hopefully this is gonna be fast.

It was already dark by the time I was halfway there, and google maps wasn't giving me consistent directions. After finding the right exit, I could see fewer and fewer stars as the clusters of city lights grew in the distance. After crossing a really long bridge, I was at least in the city. Finding my parents place would be another challenge. Sections of the city were underground, and some portions were on top of these man-made hills, where it's own university stood. After driving around a bunch of obviously faux French architecture, I found the street Mom sent in the text. After giving the man at the gate the passcode, I was allowed to meander through dozens of hilly roads surrounded by all kinds of well kept plant life. Don't get me wrong, it was nice, but I was imagining what a pain it must be to navigate this for a day job. Just getting around this place felt like some buggy arcade racing game.

Finally, the place Mom described came into view. The massive, white concrete walls, the incredible lawn dotted with sprinklers, with sidewalks surrounded by flowers snaking it's way through to the front driveway, it was all exactly how she said it would look. I pull up close enough to see the name on the house. "Celeste". Yup, this is it.

I have to guess they heard me pull up, since write as I shut the car door, the front door swings open, and with it Mom runs out in casual jeans and a T-shirt, sporting a sweater, I'm guessing since she was waiting to come out and hug me. After a few minutes of hugging, her asking how my mouth was doing, and how my trip up was, Dad saves me by reminding Mom that I should probably come inside. As she leads me by the hand to give me a tour of the property, Dad kisses my forehead and starts getting my luggage from the car.

The house was a lot to take in. It was definitely bigger than what we were living in before I left. Dad always liked for us to live modestly growing up, but with their last kid out of the house, I'm guessing he wanted to make sure Mom was comfortable as they grew old together. Thoughtful as ever. I could see his touches of gardening in the front of the house, as well as in the hanging gardens behind the pool in the back. They liked to have close friends over for book clubs and grills, and the spare rooms weren’t usually empty, since most of my siblings would visit with them while travelling and bring their kids to get spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa. They were happy, and it made me feel way better to know that they were happy. I remember how much it hurt Mom to see her last baby leave for college, and Dad telling me they'd be fine, and that no matter what I wanted to do, they'd support me.

After the tour, Dad pulled out leftovers from the dinner they made the night before. It was some kind of loaded potato casserole with all kinds of different things like bacon and cheese, so of course Mom expressed her concern about my ability to eat with my mouth having only just recovered.

"I know you said it wasn't bad, but the physician at your college said some parts of your mouth hadn't heal properly. Can I just take a look?"

Crap, the physician ratted me out. I could tell my teeth weren't the same just by how everything felt, but I was willing to live with it! If it meant I could avoid.. you know what.. I was fine with a few crooked teeth, and the pain wasn't near as bad.

"I'm fine. I'm taking the painkillers just like he said, and they're feeling a whole lot better."

Dad looked at Mom expectantly, like he was waiting for the need to intercede. Mom met his glance and waited for me to start eating. Then it hit me. Crap, they wanna see me eat. Even though most of it was healed, I didn't wanna tell them that just chewing, opening and closing hurt. The painkillers weren't doing much anymore either.
I reluctantly held up the spoon. It was mostly soft potatoes, with only small bits of the crunchy stuff like bacon. If I could maneuver around the bacon and just swallow it whole, maybe. OW CRAP ow. I GUESS NOT. This was the first time in weeks I'd had something that wasn't blended up or in a smoothie. Judging by my loving parents' concerned reactions, I think I botched that pretty well. Mouth still full, I mustered, "Iwm fwyn."

Dad stood back as Mom leaned in closer to say exactly what I DIDN'T want to hear.
"Sweetie, I have this friend who's and Orthodo..."

"No."

Dad finally spoke up stern yet calm "Alecia."

Mom continued, "Baby we know how you feel about this stuff, but I feel really good about this one! I know her very well, and she's got this program made exactly for people who are afraid of... dental work, just like you! Please, just give it a chance?"

They could see it before I could; I was shaking in my chair. Dad walked over from the other side to comfort me. Still calm as ever, "It's just temporary. We're gonna be right there with you, and you can stay as long as you need. No ones forcing you to do this, but your mom and I know that this is hurting you, and we know someone who can help. Give them a chance?"

Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and they'll present surgery to me as an option.

I nod.

Mom pulls out a contract for "Frontier Dentistry and Experimental Orthodontics". I shudder reading those words. So this is what they were willing to cover for me. I can't bring myself to read past the first paragraph and just sign the bottom without a second thought. Somehow, I'm not anymore relaxed than I was before. As Mom calls her friend, who I'm assuming runs the place, and sets up an appointment for two days from now, Dad pulls a bunch of fruit out from the fridge and makes a smoothie for me so that I don't go hungry. After that we lay on couches in the living room, watching old movies they have on VHS, and Dad is quickly out like a light in his chair. After I'm showed my room, I just can't sleep. Braces????! At my age????! I loathed the very idea. I was still holding out hope for another option. ANY other option.

Monday came and went way too fast for my liking. Mom and I had gone into town to buy clothes to wear to the appointment to help ease my nerves. Imagine my surprise when that did little. Okay, I guess it helped a little bit. It was nice to spend time with Mom again, and we found some cute tops and a pair of shorts with all kinds of flowers stitched in along the pants and back. I decided I'd wear them to the appointment.

Tuesday was here and I was not about it. After downing another smoothie and carefully rinsing my still sensitive mouth, Mom brings me into town near her friend's orthodontic clinic. After sitting in the car for 3 minutes composing myself, Mom leads me into what looks like a massive shopping mall. From the wide, multi-colored tile floor, you can look up to see walkways on higher levels, connected by other suspended walkways above pillars. Every inch of wall that wasn't adorned with those 90's looking multi-colored tiles was drenched in advertisements, from every kind of perfume and cologne, each with evermore ridiculous names, to more brands of clothing than I'd ever be able to keep track of. We continue straight through behind the center entrance and pass a variety of chic, modern looking shops with prices up in the ozone layer. This might make for some fun window shopping later.

After exiting one section of the building, I can see that the entire mall is one massive donut, with tons of space and smaller shops along the inside, marked by massive colorful tarps stretching downward to provide shade for and mark the entrances to the different shops. After more walking, we come to the clinic. It's got a modern, white exterior with massive floor to ceiling windows in the waiting area and treatment rooms. The whole thing feels very open.

Mom motions for me to check in with the lady working the desk. I walk up to this woman a little older than me, who greets me with a warm smile sporting, you guessed it, braces. These long metallic scopes stretching from her top teeth to her bottom ones flex and stretch as she talks.

"Checking in sweetheart? What's the name?"

Meekly I mutter "Alecia Celeste..."

She picks up on my blatant phobia, and sympathetically motions me past the waiting room doors. I glance back at Mom, who's already found herself a seat with a magazine. She smiles encouragingly, signaling she won't be going anywhere.

I'm led down a decent sized hallway to a well lit office, with a light blue carpeted floor, where I sit in front of a old looking desk and am asked to wait for Dr. Sinclair. I'm guessing Mom's friend?

A minute goes by and another door opens. A tall woman, who looks to be in her 40's, with a smile to rival that of any actor's, enters and introduces herself as Dr. Renee Sinclair. She looks composed, yet relaxed and in her element. She sits and explains that she's been made thoroughly aware of my case, and received dental scans and x-rays from my physician back at the University. She also  has the run down of my phobia of orthodontics. She tells me she's confident that the program she has me down for will work wonders for me.

Crap she's building up to something. I thought we were just gonna talk about options and do x-rays, but they're already done? She already has something ready? I really should've read that contract I signed.

She sees me already starting to tense up, and reassures me that it's a very fast process that'll help alleviate the pain in my mouth, and that I'll feel completely relaxed the whole time. I decide to go with it. I'm already here.
I'm led to an open, well lit room with the same big windows looking out at the park inside of the donut mall. I'm seated in the cream colored chair in the room's center as it's slowly lowered to a panic inducing position. Dr. Sinclair dawns a mask and places a clear, hissing one over my face. This is all happening really fast.

Aaaaand now everything's moving slower. She says something to her assistant about a "compliance case", and "behavior modification". She brings this big light over my face with a picture or pattern or something on the glass. Dr. Sinclair says to look at the center dot and to keep my eyes on it. I feel super dazed but I can at least keep my eyes on the dot and don't even question her. The whole room smells like soap and berries. The light starts flashing randomly, and different times as Dr. Sinclair says stuff I can't quite make out. At some point everything goes dark after the shapes of the room start to merge together.

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #1 on: 23. October 2020, 10:14:37 AM »
Love it can't wait for the next one

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #2 on: 23. October 2020, 11:28:38 AM »
You won't have to wait very long!  ;)

Chapter 2

I can feel my feet moving beneath me before I can even see. I'm being helped up by two people as I'm walked to a different room. It feels like the whole world is spinning really fast around me and I can't feel anything besides my arms and legs. All the while I'm being told I'm doing great and that it's normal to feel a little loopy. Loopy's a bit of an understatement! I feel great! My vision starts to come back but I can hardly keep my eyes on anything. I'm led to a chair in a different room that I think had cream colored wallpaper? It's not as well lit, probably because there aren't as many big windows in this room. Once I'm in the chair, this one doesn't recline back, but it's got something in front of it? I thought they already had my x-rays? The machine is moved closer to my face, and Dr. Sinclair (I think) tells me to look at this red dot that's in the machine. I can see it! I'm looking at it. PWOOF

CRAP that scared me, my eyes just got hit with a puff of air, and just as quick as they puffed me they put these glasses on me and clicked them to something on my head. Was that there before? I try to feel for it but they gently moved my hands back down, saying I'm not supposed to take them off.

"Oh Okehh"

I'm led back into Dr. Sinclair's office, and at this point I can walk a little better. I can see pretty well too. The glasses were a little blurry at first, but now I can see just fine.

I try to ask the assistant if I'm done but something feels off. Wait I'm at an orthodontist. I try to feel around my mouth but my tongue's still too numb to be able to move it, let alone feel anything. Dr. Sinclair enters to explain my treatment.

Once she's seated, I glance out the window to see that it's the afternoon! How long was I out for? I notice the subtle tugs and pulls on my head and neck as I looked around. Am I wearing something?

Dr. Sinclair interrupts my thoughts as she begins explaining what's been done.
"So Alecia, I made sure to take very close care of your case in particular. Because of the severity of your facial injuries, and because those injuries healed in a way that was further damaging your bite, your parents and I found it best to begin your orthodontic treatment as soon as today."

She pauses, then smirks. "I notice that phrase didn't make you shudder this time. Or are we still a little loopy?"
I definitely wasn't that loopy. I thought about it, and sure enough I wasn't having a panic attack.

She pulls out a mirror and shows it to me. Holy Crap I look completely different!

Dr. Sinclair continued, "Because of your particular phobia of orthodontics, I went ahead and registered you with our practice as a "compliance case". We normally use this kind of classification with long term patients who have a history of non-compliance involving extra-oral appliances, but it's worked just as well in your case. We've started you off with a Full set of metal bands on every tooth, and because of your injury, the spacing wasn't a problem at all for installation. This will help us prevent any kind of improper tooth rotation. We followed this up with multiple sets of Herbts arms on each side of your mouth to ensure we can carefully control the regrowth of your bite. Lastly, the real eye-catchers; your headgear, and the extras. We've taken the liberty of installing a special set of appliances welded to your top molar bands, among these are your tongue crib, which will prevent your tongue from thrusting and displacing your top and bottom teeth, your two facebows, one welded to your top jaw, and the other to your bottom, and a newer device I've proudly dubbed the 'Sinclair Ball Appliance'. If you'll open up for me please..."

The mirror facing me, I did as she said, revealing a glistening, drool covered mess of shining metal and colorful plastic. Sure enough, in the roof of my mouth, behind what I'm assuming was the tongue crib, was the light green plastic ball attached to a one of the many transpalatal bars spanning my top palate, the others bending around the space where the little green ball sat. I naturally go for it with my tongue, only for it to smoothly roll my tongue away. I try again and again with no success. This thing moves way too easily for my to even keep it still with my tongue.

"This is a special appliance that will prevent your tongue from settling, ensuring your tongue won't accidentally find a way to bypass the tongue crib. The one downside, of course, is that your lisp won't be going anywhere for the duration of your treatment. In fact, it will likely be permanent."

"Wah leeshp?"
Oh. That lisp.

Dr. Sinclair smiles sympathetically. "Under normal circumstances, these appliances would simply be latched to the inner clasps of your molar bands, however, because of your status as a compliance case, policy requires that you're held to the same set of rules as the rest of our patients. My intention of registering you as a compliance case was for the use of behavioral modification."

She mentioned that earlier I think.

"We used our state of the art Light Operated Cognitive Modifier to, well, modify your feelings regarding braces and orthodontics. The science is very well tested, and the applications for extreme orthodontic cases involving projected non-compliance, such as your own, have proven invaluable to people with all kinds of unique orthodontic issues."

Uh oh
 
"Now, because you are classified as a compliance case, this means that all removable appliances are required to be welded and locked in, that you do not miss any appointments, and that you abide by specific instructions delivered by your Orthodontist, that's me!  ;)"

This was starting to make sense. I realized I wasn't panicking at the fact that staring back at me this drooling brace face with a smile that could make Stevie Wonder wince.

"Wah abah duh glasheesh?" I pointed to the thick black square framed glasses clipped to my headgear straps.

"Ah, that. That happens to be standard policy regarding behavioral modification. You'll find that the more you wear them, the more you'll need them. It's a clever aspect that aids in the solidification of our work. Be sure to not remove them unless it's to sleep. The headgear however, stays on for the duration of your treatment."

I felt my heart skip a beat. I was just the tiniest bit of panicked. I can't take this stuff off? I looked into the mirror more closely and opened my mouth, now hearing the clicks of the metal scopes on the sides of my mouth. As the two facebows parted, I could see these huge shiny metallic bands wrapping around each and every one of my teeth, each wrapped with a bulky, bright red rubber band, which Dr. Sinclair later told me was because of my status as a compliance case. Normal patients don't have access to the color, whereas I'm required to have it, making it easier to distinguish compliance cases from regular ones. The bands were attached in such a way that not even Dad would be able to remove them with any kind of pliers. Below the bottom teeth and above the top ones were these sections of metal wiring encased in thick, baby blue plastic, making my cheeks and lips puff out even more, to help prevent the brackets from cutting the insides of my mouth or getting splinched in the scopes of my Herbst appliances. In the roof of my mouth was the shiny tongue crib with it's rather cute set of spikes, and behind it, that un-catchable slippery plastic ball that was going to keep me lisping for a while. I could see it, and the facebows, were welded to my molar bands, the facebows on the outside, and the crib and plastic ball to the clasps on the inside. By now I was drooling like crazy, and instinctively sucked back saliva in a rather embarrassing way.

Somehow, even though I wasn't exactly panicking, I was somehow, excited?
Happy? I wasn't sure what exactly all the flashing lights earlier meant, but I wasn't panicked like I thought I'd be, and I noticed that, for the first time in weeks, my mouth wasn't hurting! I asked Dr. Sinclair about this as she led me to the waiting room, and she happily elaborated.

"Well that would be partly because of your headgear. The configuration you're wearing is going to be settling both jaws using a strong pressure counter to that caused by your tongue after your injury. With you're headgear on constantly, and your tongue being prevented from settling, I can make sure your treatment is both effective and comfortable! Practical too, since there isn't a way for you to take any of it off."

She looked quite proud of herself. I was pretty impressed. In spite of the fact that I went from a normal looking College student to a major orthodontic look with thick glasses to boot, I was actually pretty happy about it! The lisping might be a challenge, and I'm not sure what the cheer team's gonna think, but this ended up being a relatively positive experience, considering what I was expecting to feel.

As I re-entered to the waiting room, Mom shot up from her seat with a inquisitive but excited look. With a smile and nod from Dr. Sinclair, Mom looked elated. As I walked over to check out with the same young woman with the braces, she asked for my name again.

"Aleeshea Sheleshh.."
Drooling.
Uh oh

She smiled warmly. "Try again, Sweetheart. Take your time."

I sucked back a glob of built up saliva.
"Aleeshhuh Shhuleshht.."

She looked pleased that I was trying. "Very good Alecia. Would next Tuesday be alright?"

I suck in again.
"Yeshh..."

 I was blushing now. This might be more to get used to than I thought.

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #3 on: 23. October 2020, 15:44:47 PM »
this is really great so far

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« Reply #4 on: 23. October 2020, 16:53:26 PM »
Agreed what a great story so far hope the next chapter is soon

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« Reply #5 on: 23. October 2020, 18:37:56 PM »
Nice work

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« Reply #6 on: 23. October 2020, 22:17:11 PM »
This is a really good start for a story. Can't wait what the treatment plan goes on. Hope the next chapter coming really soon

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #7 on: 24. October 2020, 04:37:06 AM »
What a mouthful! Nice!!

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« Reply #8 on: 25. October 2020, 02:07:29 AM »
This is incredible so far! I love the reluctant protagonist, and I'm excited to see the "behavior modification" technology be explored! I was actually planning a story with similar technology, though applied in a different way. Alecia's appliances are beautifully described and so creative! I can't wait to see what Dr. Sinclair has in store for her!

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« Reply #9 on: 25. October 2020, 04:59:12 AM »
What I love about all of your stories is your specificity. You make sure to build your world, characters, and treatment plans up well, and always have something new to bring to the table in terms of ideas for appliances and treatments. While I haven't been able to finish book 2 since I haven't made it to the 30 posts yet for the story section, I hope to get there soon so I can finish that one, as well as anything else you may have written there. I was surprised but happy to see that you posted this one into general again!

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« Reply #10 on: 25. October 2020, 10:30:13 AM »
Yink yonk boys let's get it

Chapter 3

As we walk out of the clinic, Mom starts looking up places in and around the mall to decide where to eat. While she surveys the various websites available, I pull out my own phone to use as a mirror for a another look at what's just been cemented and locked into my mouth. I realize all of this oral equipment makes my mouth feel significantly heavier as I purse my lips to part the two massive facebows welded to my braces.
My braces.
My
Braces.
Just the idea makes me... giddy? For some reason I'm actually happy to hear the clicks of the herbst scopes flexing and activating as I open and close my metal-bound mouth. I try smiling, and it just feels right, although a little embarrassing, since my lips get caught in the blue plastic covered metal bars above and below my brackets. This requires me to manually free my lips from their hooked smiling position. Even resting my mouth, the two facebows are keeping my lips parted significantly, showing at least the glistening brackets. No matter where I go, people are probably gonna see my braces.

Still studying my new reflection, I notice that the thick, reinforced straps of my headgear are the same bright red as the "compliance case" rubber bands around each of my brackets, no doubt to further signify my classification.

Then it hits me.

Anyone remotely familiar with this clinic's practices will surely recognize the meaning behind the straps' color, as if the straps weren't already as eye-catching as a neon billboard at night. People are gonna see me from a mile away and think that I have to have all of this locked in because I wasn't a mature enough person to wear her appliances! Not a single person who actually knows about the "compliance case" is gonna be able to ignore them!

They're pretty hard for me to ignore even though I'm the one wearing them! The lenses of the glasses are massive, and big enough to where I don't have to worry about not being able to see what's around me. This also means that I can constantly see the two massive silver hoops encircling the bottom half of my face, and I can even make out the connecting straps well in my peripheral vision. I look through my phone to get a closer look at the straps, and where they attach to my facebows, there looks to be some bits of thin plastic boxes that fit together like a child's safety lock, except this one looks much harder to undo. I spot a small key hole on each clasp. I'm guessing Dr. Sinclair and/or Mom will have the key to these. I really am locked into these things.

As I turn my head back and forth getting different angles looking at my new compulsory aesthetic, the straps tugging at my head and neck with each turn, Mom gently pulls my hand away from my headgear straps, reminding me I'm not allowed to touch them.

"Shhowee..." I say with a smile that catches my lips again.

We start walking towards an Italian place in the malls inner plaza, on the other side of where we were. The menu had plenty of soft foods like pastas and lasagna that would be easier for me to eat, (supposedly), so it was a prime candidate. As Mom and I made our way along the walkways of the inner plaza's park, passing intricate concrete fountains and boisterous outdoor bars, I, of course, was the blessed recipient of an oh-so-copious amount of eyeing, peering, gawking, and whatever word you'd like to substitute for full on staring.

Then came the murmuring, and then the giggling.

At this point I was probably the same shade of red as my headgear straps, and the wind certainly wasn't helping my case. Since all of the hair from the crown of my head down to the back of my neck was held down by a set of straps strong enough to tow a trailer, with every gust unluckily blustering from the direction of the clinic, from where we were walking, my hair had made the decision, for itself, that behind me was not the place it was meant to be. No, the place meant for my unruly hair was to be tangled in the glistening, drool-coated facebows welded into my mouth. With each attempt to calmly untangle and pry my thick, healthy hair from my most obvious orthodontic contraptions, the wind seemed to respond appropriately with more hair-flailing gusts, seeming to chuckle at the futility of my efforts.

My saving grace comes in the form of Mom's pitiful expression, asking if I'd like to put my hair up. After subtly pointing to the locks on either side of my straps, Mom responds by pulling out a spare key, left to her by Dr. Sinclair. We scurry to a nearby bar to escape the early evening winds, only to be ogled at by the evidently packed venue. As Mom calmly insterts the key to my left strap lock, I continue untangling my hair, now that the malicious wind can no longer work directly against my efforts. I feel her unlock the section that connects to my glasses, as she instructs me to keep them on.

I'm curious if I can even see without them at this point.

After she unlocks the last clasp, I can see the actual shape of the headgear straps.
It's a complicated mess of thick, bright red, leathery material, with surprisingly heavy locks and clasps adorning it with further metal for others to gawk at. I can make out two rather large empty squares around where the crown of my head would fit, and Mom recommends two high pigtails to thread through the openings of the straps, like horns. I figure at this point, it's better than getting more saliva caught in my hair, and I fix my hair up high and perky with the ponytail holders Mom provides.

As I was examining the straps removed from my head, a small, sharp pain in either side of my mouth crept into my attention, only encouraging me to hurry so Mom could get my headgear straps back on as quickly as possible.

We moved to the closing act of our impromptu performance for the bar-goers, re-attaching the headgear straps. This consisted of placing the straps squarely on my head, simultaneously pulling my pigtails through the openings, and letting Mom firmly lock each individual facebow and glasses clasp from the left side of my head to the right. As soon as all are securely locked, the tension returns and the sharp soreness quickly fades. As we turn to leave, I'm surprised to see just how many members of our audience ended up sticking around and letting us keep their attention til the very end. Such a polite crowd.

Even though it was definitely rude of them to stare so obviously, I kind of liked it? I don't think pre-braces-me would've had the same feelings about our crowd's manners.

As we enter the half of the inner mall plaza where the Italian place is nestled, the wind tries teasing me again, but this time my long flowing pigtails whisp right past me as if eagerly rushing in the direction of food. Success! I begin to sympathize with them. Being unconscious for the "behavioral modification" must've left plenty of time for me to get hungry.
Just thinking about food makes the uncontrollable drooling loads worse. While thinking of food, a sizeable glob of my own spit is whisked into the wind to fly ahead of me. Mom quickly deals out a napkin from seemingly nowhere, and after wiping as much excess as the napkin could bear, I'm forced to resort to that loud, oh-so-embarrassing, orthodontic sucking, just to keep from letting loose any more streams.

If I'm having this much trouble keeping my drool under control, how am I supposed to manage actually eating food in a busy, public restaurant?

I can see Mom's expression, a mix of pride, relief and satisfaction, as the humble Italian place, "Vino's", comes into view. Because of my glasses, it takes us getting a bit closer for me to see that, just like the bar, the place is packed. Live music, performed loudly by an older pair that seem to be having more fun than kids in an arcade, radiates from the family owned restaurant. With all the outdoor tables occupied, my stomach drops as we're kindly ushered to an inside table, seemingly smack dab in the middle of the busy restaurant.

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« Reply #11 on: 25. October 2020, 11:15:30 AM »
Welded on/in Headgear! Wired in Headgear is a rarity, but welded? It's perfect!  :D

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #12 on: 25. October 2020, 11:22:06 AM »
Thank you thank you all for the wonderful words of encouragement! <3 I'm very pleased to have some fun plans for this character!

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #13 on: 25. October 2020, 12:17:26 PM »
This is incredible so far! I love the reluctant protagonist, and I'm excited to see the "behavior modification" technology be explored! I was actually planning a story with similar technology, though applied in a different way. Alecia's appliances are beautifully described and so creative! I can't wait to see what Dr. Sinclair has in store for her!

Great Minds think alike!  ;) Honestly, the behavioural modification idea was a personal touch I wasn't sure was going to land very well. Once I had developed it enough to tie a semi-realistic functionality and justifiable purpose, I was ripe and ready to begin developing a character whose perspective I could enjoy experiencing the story from. I think something special was lost whenever I told a story from a 3rd person narrative perspective. There're so many tiny details and little emotions that can breath life into a character and enrich their experience, and it's such a joy to craft an experience for that perspective. It may look like extra work, but meticulously imagining all the little details and how they fit together (and even the ones left missing  ;) ) is one of the best parts about writing these stories. I don't usually start creating a story until I'm happy with a solid concept of something I'd like to see in a story. Ty very much for the kind words! <3

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Re: Story: Managing a Metal Mouth [Book 3] Alecia
« Reply #14 on: 25. October 2020, 12:24:41 PM »
What I love about all of your stories is your specificity. You make sure to build your world, characters, and treatment plans up well, and always have something new to bring to the table in terms of ideas for appliances and treatments. While I haven't been able to finish book 2 since I haven't made it to the 30 posts yet for the story section, I hope to get there soon so I can finish that one, as well as anything else you may have written there. I was surprised but happy to see that you posted this one into general again!

Thank you very much! I'm sure it seems like my stories are few and far between. I like to take a very "quality over quantity" approach to stories. I won't begin using characters and creating an environment until I'm pleased with a concept I think will work. At least this way my stories might be few in number, but you're very likely to enjoy them!  ;D These concepts are usually things I think up randomly, and if I think it has promise, I'll take the time to develop it and put the details to paper. As far as detailing environments, it's honestly a blast to place myself in the shoes of the protagonist and craft a fun and interesting world around them that contributes to their experience, and thus, the story. The mindset that I use in every one of my artistic endeavours is always "make what you want to see". You can't really go wrong with that.  ;)
Oh and I like the idea of posting them in general for a wider range of feedback. I also understand the struggle of finding new stories online as is. I'm happy to provide stories I'm passionate about to folks who'll read them <3