December 24th 2024.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of terror wash over me. The last thing I remembered was going into surgery, and now I found myself in a foreign country, in a strange hospital. And to top it off, the Covid-19 pandemic was looming over everything. Despite having top surgeons at my disposal, I couldn't help but notice how bruised and swollen I was, almost unrecognizable.
But the scariest realization of all was that everything had been paid for by a mysterious billionaire. You see, I work as an escort and have been in the sex industry for over a decade now. So, when I received an email from a man named Mr. X, asking to book me for an hour, I didn't think much of it. My usual rate for an hour is $1,000AUD, so I assumed it would be just like any other client-escort relationship. However, when I arrived at his apartment, he surprised me by asking me to do a 360 turn so he could admire my physique. And just like that, he booked me for the entire night.
As an experienced escort, I've learned not to get my hopes up when clients make promises they can't keep. But Mr. X was different. He took me to my favorite restaurant and even admitted that he had never been to a brothel before. So, I took him to one I knew, and he generously paid all the girls there for just a 10-minute conversation. Later that night, back at his hotel, he asked me about my dreams and aspirations, which is not uncommon for my clients. I mentioned my desire for a Chanel bag, a Range Rover, and some cosmetic surgeries, like a breast lift and reduction. To my surprise, he just smiled and nodded, and that's when he shared his long-term fantasy with me - to make a woman into a galatea.
In Greek mythology, a galatea is a statue that was brought to life by its maker, who had fallen in love with it. For Mr. X, this meant fulfilling my dreams by paying for all my surgeries. I couldn't believe it. It was a dream come true for me, and I eagerly agreed. The next day, he contacted me again, and we continued to talk about my surgeries and his fantasy of making me his galatea.
In 2020, he flew me to Thailand, where I was greeted by his assistants. That was when reality hit me. I had only met this man twice before, and now I was about to undergo major surgeries in a foreign country, with doctors I'd never met. My mind was racing with thoughts - would I wake up looking like a model or would my organs be cut out? Thankfully, my best friend's advice to picture a white light of protection around me calmed my nerves, and I decided to go for it.
I had multiple surgeries, including buccal fat pad removal, liposuction, and a breast lift and reduction. The total time I spent in the operating room was 11 and a half hours, and my surgeries were spread out over five days. Afterward, I was put on a morphine drip, and the doctors visited me daily to check on my bruising and swelling. But other than that, I was alone. Mr. X didn't speak to me much, but he did cover all my expenses, including a luxurious penthouse and business class flights.
The pandemic had just started, and luckily I had returned home before it got worse. Mr. X and I kept in touch, and he even sent me pictures of my new body, telling me how amazing I looked. But eventually, he stopped reaching out, and I haven't seen him since. I'm not one to contact clients first, but I'll always be grateful to him for changing my life.
Looking back, I realize that for Mr. X, it was never about anything more than fulfilling his fantasy. And who am I to complain? He spent over $100,000 on me and my body, and it's the best gift I've ever received.
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