Chapter 8: Dating App Discovery
Gabby flopped onto her sofa, the floral cushions sagging under her weight as the faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the room. The scent of old books and stale coffee clung to the air, a comforting contrast to the neon-lit chaos of Candy’s sex shop. She tapped her phone screen, the ModBodMatch app loading with a soft chime. “Alright,” she muttered, her green eyes narrowing at the glowing screen. “Let’s see who’s out there.”
Her thumb swiped through profiles, a parade of sculpted bodies and polished smiles that made her feel like a crumpled receipt in a designer store. “Jesus,” she groaned, pausing on a photo of a woman with legs that looked like they’d been airbrushed by a god. “Does anyone on here actually eat carbs?” She scrolled faster, her frustration mounting, until a profile stopped her cold.
Dr. Willow stared back at her, auburn hair pulled into a severe bun, brown eyes sharp and unflinching. Her lab coat was crisp, but the lace collar peeking out hinted at something far from clinical. Gabby’s breath hitched as she tapped the profile, her heart thudding in her chest. “Well, hello there,” she murmured, her lips curling into a grin.
The bio was short: Doctor. Avid reader. Collector of vintage medical instruments. And... connoisseur of unique genital modifications. Gabby’s jaw dropped. “Unique genital modifications?” she whispered, scrolling further. The next photo made her choke on her own spit. Willow stood in a closet, but instead of clothes, it was filled with chastity belts—leather, metal, plastic, every shape and size imaginable. “Holy shit,” Gabby muttered, her grin widening. “This just got interesting.”
One photo showed Willow in a clear-plastic chastity belt, her shaved vulva on display, a gleaming clitoral piercing catching the light. Another featured a metal cage with a built-in vibrating dildo, the kind of thing Gabby would’ve laughed at if it weren’t so hot. She kept scrolling, her curiosity burning. Willow was a surgeon, single, and “looking for someone who appreciates the beauty of the human body, inside and out.” Gabby snorted. “Yeah, I’m definitely qualified for that.”
She glanced down at her crotch, her fingers brushing the smooth skin where her cock used to be. “Time to shoot my shot,” she muttered, tapping the message button. Her fingers flew across the screen, typing a message that was equal parts flirty and self-deprecating. “Hey Dr. Willow,” she wrote. “I saw your profile and I gotta say, your chastity belt collection is seriously impressive.
Gabby’s fingers hovered over the screen, her heart pounding as she typed the next sentence. “I also couldn’t help but notice your, uh, interest in genital modifications. As someone who recently underwent a rather... unconventional procedure, I feel like we have a lot to talk about.” She added a winking emoji for good measure and hit send, tossing her phone onto the sofa. Leaning back, she stared at the ceiling fan, its blades motionless and coated in a thin layer of dust. “Alright, universe,” she muttered, half-serious, half-sarcastic. “Do your thing.”
The response came almost instantly, a soft ding that made Gabby jerk upright. She scrambled for her phone, nearly dropping it in her haste. Willow’s profile picture stared back at her, the message bubble displaying a simple: “Intriguing. Tell me more.” Gabby’s grin widened, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” she said to the empty room, her voice tinged with anticipation.
A rapid-fire exchange of messages followed, Gabby’s quick wit bouncing off Willow’s dry humor. They danced around the topic of Gabby’s surgery, both hinting at their mutual curiosity without explicitly stating it. Gabby typed, “So, Dr. Willow, what exactly does a connoisseur of unique genital modifications do for fun? Besides, you know, collecting medieval torture devices.” She hit send, biting her lip as she waited for the reply.
Willow’s response was swift and precise. “We prefer to call them ‘instruments of pleasure.’ And I enjoy reading, hiking, and contemplating the philosophical implications of enforced sexual abstinence.” Gabby snorted, her laughter echoing in the small apartment. “Philosophical implications, huh? Sounds kinky,” she typed back. “I’m more of a ‘smash things with a wrench and tell dirty jokes’ kind of girl.”
Willow’s next message made Gabby pause. “A woman of many talents, I see. Tell me, Gabby, what led you to such a... drastic modification?” Gabby hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Should she tell her the truth? The whole ridiculous, embarrassing truth about the fan? She sighed, her cheeks heating as she typed, “It’s a long story. Involving a faulty fan, a heatwave, and a severe lack of coordination.”
Willow’s reply came quickly. “Intriguing. Perhaps you could elaborate... over dinner?” Gabby’s heart skipped a beat. Dinner? With Dr. Willow? She stared at the message, her mind racing. “Are you asking me on a date, Doctor?” she typed, her fingers trembling slightly as she hit send.
The response was immediate. “I am proposing a mutually beneficial exchange of information. I am curious about your experience, and I believe I could offer some… insights of my own.” Gabby laughed, the sound loud and unrestrained. “Mutually beneficial, huh? I like the sound of that,” she typed back, her grin widening.
Gabby leaned back, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. “Alright, Doctor. I accept your proposal. But be warned, I’m a terrible conversationalist when I’m hungry,” she replied, adding a winking emoji for good measure. Willow’s response was swift and to the point. “Then I shall ensure you are well-fed. How does Friday sound? There’s a small Italian place downtown that I frequent.”
Gabby’s heart leapt at the invitation. “Friday works,” she typed, her fingers flying across the screen. “And don’t worry, I promise to leave my wrench at home.” She added another winking emoji and hit send, tossing her phone aside. “Holy shit,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “I have a date with my doctor.”
The conversation continued late into the night, the messages becoming increasingly flirtatious. Willow confessed her fascination with Gabby’s surgery, admitting that she had been curious about the results ever since the accident. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by the… unique challenges your situation presents,” she typed. “I would be honored to examine the results in person, of course, purely from a medical perspective.”
Gabby bit her lip, her pulse quickening as she read the message. “Purely medical, huh? I bet,” she typed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Well, Doctor, I suppose I could allow you to conduct a… thorough examination. But only if you promise to be gentle.” Willow’s response was immediate: “I make no promises.” Gabby laughed, her heart racing as she stared at the screen. This was going to be one hell of a Friday night.