It seems like it’s been ages since we’ve had a good transgender post on this blog. So here goes. Not as good as the story I blogged on last year about the transgender woman performing fake breast exams at bars, but that might rank as the best transgender plastic surgery blog post of all time.
Once again, I find myself writing about a bizarre incident that should have never happened if the victim were not a complete and utter idiot. Hate me for my honesty if you want, but I find it hard to even feel bad for this woman because her actions are so mind-bogglingly stupid that I can think of no other reaction than to ridicule her to no end.
Our victim, who chose not to reveal her name to the press out of sheer embarrassment, was seeking buttock augmentation on the cheap in hopes that a more bootylicious figure would help her land a job at a night club. It’s unclear what kind of job this butt was supposed to help her get. Was she going to shake her tail to rack up better tips cocktailing? Grind her badonkadonk against drunk dudes as a go-go dancer? Swing from a pole and perform lap dances at a night club of ill repute? Ah, the possibilities are endless.
Unfortunately for this woman, her dreams of night club stardom were dashed forever when she went to the wrong fake plastic surgeon. Oneal Ron Morris, a transgender woman who is technically still considered a man, posed as a doctor and performed black market buttock augmentation on our aspiring night club employee.
Black Market Buttock Augmentation Nightmare
While most Brazilian Butt Lift procedures are performed by injecting recycled fat into the buttocks region, our transgender hack decided that in order to keep prices at a dirt-cheap rate of $700, more common materials were necessary. Morris injected the victim’s butt with a toxic combination of cement, mineral oil, and flat tire sealant. The incision was then sealed up with Super Glue. I guess in his school days before deciding he was better suited to be a woman, Morris never felt it was necessary to pay attention during the sewing unit in home economics class. What a pity.
The victim experienced severe pain during the procedure, but Morris dug deep into her repertoire of bedside manner one-liners, saying, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We just keep injecting you with the stuff and it all works itself out.” I don’t know about you, but a highly medical explanation like that would definitely not put me at ease while my butt felt like it was ready to seize up on me in an excruciating manner.
After the procedure, the victim went to a local hospital to get her butt examined, but decided to leave before receiving treatment because she was too embarrassed to tell the doctor what happened. Brilliant. Instead of dealing with the problem right away, the victim was forced to undergo multiple surgeries and needed a 24-hour home health aide while she recovered.
