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Am I Pretty?	By : Darkinudemon Category: Naruto > General Views: 210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: The idea for this story was born as a ‘what if’ after reading chapter 13 of “The Pixie of the Hidden Leaf” by Dakion

Hinata use to always listen intently as the other girls back in their academy days chattered away about their beauty routines. Their voices wove together into a pattern of tips and tricks, each one more alluring than the last. They spoke of makeup that could highlight the cheekbones, of outfits that could hide the waistline, and of exercises that could sculpt the perfect figure. But their whispers about the power of confidence left the most profound mark on her. If looking good could truly grant that elusive sense of self-assurance, then surely there was something she could do to capture it.

Her eyes often found themselves drawn to Sakura, whose bright pink hair and emerald eyes seemed to command the attention of everyone around her, especially that of a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed boy named Naruto. The way he gazed at Sakura's lithe form made it clear to Hinata that she was the epitome of beauty in his eyes. And though she tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that shot through her, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her own body. In the mirror, she saw curves where she believed there should be angles, softness where she thought there should be firmness.

Over time, the whispers of the other girls grew louder in her mind, echoing through the hallowed halls of the hokage tower as their teams met up before or after missions. They spoke of the latest trends in self-improvement, the latest fads that promised to transform one's body into a work of art. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the village in a soft, warm glow, she decided she had had enough of feeling overlooked. It was time for a change, a transformation that would set her apart from the sea of pink-cheeked admirers vying for male attention.

~*~

In the heart of a bustling business district, nestled between a quaint coffee shop and a vintage bookstore, stood an unassuming tattoo parlor. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she clutched her savings tightly in her hand and approached the entrance of a dimly lit building. Above the door hung a sign with a large pink sakura flower in full bloom that read "Sakura's Secret Studio," the name alone promising a rebirth of sorts. The neon outline and lettering flickered with a soft buzz, casting a warm pink glow on the sidewalk.

It was here that a young woman named Hinata found herself one evening, her eyes glancing nervously at the flashes of colorful designs displayed in the window. This was where she would find the key to unlocking the confidence she so desperately craved. She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped into a realm where the scent of ink and the murmur of needles painted a pattern of art onto human skin.

The irony of the shop’s name wasn’t lost on her, going to a place that shared the same name as her unwitting rival wasn’t lost on her. Nor was the metaphorical significance of entering a shop with a flower in full bloom only to have her own delicate feminine flower forever altered.

The receptionist, a young woman with a studded lip and piercing gaze, looked up from her magazine as the bell chimed, signaling Hinata's arrival. "Welcome to Sakura's Secret Studio," she drawled, eyeing the girl with a curious blend of boredom and professionalism. "What brings you here today?"

Hinata felt her heart flutter as she tried to form the words. "I-I'm here for a... a modification," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the receptionist's judgment. "I'd like to have my... my labia and clit removed." The words hung in the air like a confession, heavy and filled with hope.

The receptionist's gaze sharpened, and she set aside her magazine. "Ah," she said, nodding with a knowing smile. "The 'Barbie Look'." She leaned forward, placing a hand on the counter. "We can definitely help you with that." There was a pause as she appraised Hinata, her eyes lingering on the blush that painted the younger girl's cheeks. "But are you sure this is what you want?" she asked, her tone suddenly gentle. "It's a serious procedure."

Hinata nodded, her resolve firm. She had thought about this for weeks, turning the idea over in her mind until it had become a beacon of hope in the dark sea of doubt. "I'm sure," she murmured, her voice stronger now. "I want to feel... different, beautiful, like my rival Sakura."

The receptionist's smile grew, her teeth gleaming in the neon lights. "Then you've come to the right place," she said, her eyes shimmering with what could have been excitement or something darker. She slid a form across the counter, her nails clicking against the smooth surface. "Just fill this out, and we'll get you set up right up."

With trembling hands, Hinata took the form and began to scribble down her information. Her heart raced as she thought about the transformation that awaited her. Would this be the moment she finally caught Naruto's eye? Would she become the girl he talked about in hushed whispers with his friends?

The thought of him, his bright smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed – it was all she could think about as she signed her name at the bottom of the page. She handed it back to the receptionist with a quivering smile, feeling lighter than she had in ages. "Thank you," she murmured as she quickly filled out and returned the form

The receptionist took the paper and scanned it quickly before nodding. "Alright, sweetie," she said, her voice now a syrupy drawl. "Let's get you started on your journey to becoming the woman you've always wanted to be." She picked up a phone and dialed a number, her eyes never leaving Hinata's as she let the shop’s modification specialist he had a customer.

"Alright, you'll be seeing our artist, Leo. He's the best we've got for these... sensitive procedures. Please have a seat and he’ll be out in a few minutes." Hinata did as instructed, quickly taking a seat as her eyes scanned the room in wonder.

The studio was dimly lit, with walls adorned with a variety of artwork, most of it abstract and bold. The faint smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the sound of distant buzzing. It was an unusual place for a girl like Hinata to be, but she had made up her mind. She had always been the shy one, often overlooked in the shadow of her more confident peers. Her heart hammered in her chest as she thought about the transformation she was about to undergo.

"Hinata?" a deep voice called out from a hallway to the left. "Hi, I'm Leo," the artist said, sticking his head out of the studio door. He had a friendly smile and piercing blue eyes. "Please Come with me," he said, gesturing towards a door marked 'Private'.

With trembling steps, she followed Leo, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. She had heard whispers about the pain, the recovery, and the permanence of such a modification. But she was determined. This was her chance to make a change, to stand out, to finally get noticed by the boy she had adored from afar.

The room was small but well-equipped. There was a chair that looked more like a throne, with restraints and cushions, and a tray of gleaming instruments that sent a shiver down her spine. Hinata's heart hammered in her chest at the sight. Leo noticed her apprehension and offered a reassuring smile. "It's normal to be nervous," he said. "But I promise, you're in good hands."

Hinata took a deep breath and nodded, trying to calm her nerves. She knew this was a drastic step, but she was tired of feeling inadequate. Tired of watching Naruto fawn over Sakura's beauty. She wanted to be different, to be special in her own way.

"Ready to get started?"

"Y-yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath and followed him into the room, her heart racing like it was about to burst out of her chest. The room was spotless, the scent of antiseptic filling her nose. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this.

"So, what are we doing today?" Leo asked, glancing at the note in her trembling hand. "A... special modification?"

Hinata nodded, feeling her face burn. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. She'd been dreaming about this moment for so long, but now that it was here, she was paralyzed by fear and anticipation.

"Okay, let's talk it through," he said gently, noticing her distress. "What's the vision you have for yourself?"

"I just... I want to be like... like my friend Sakura," she managed to choke out, her voice shaking. "Smooth... like a doll."

Leo studied her, his smile never wavering. "I understand," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Let's get you set up, and then we can talk more about the details."

The chair was cold and hard beneath her, and she felt exposed as she laid back, her legs trembling. This was it. The moment she'd been both dreading and craving. The door closed with a soft click, leaving her in the cold embrace of the sterile room.

"Now, tell me more about what you want," Leo urged, his eyes filled with understanding.

Hinata's voice quivered as she spoke. "I want... I want it all gone. The... the folds, the... the lump." She couldn't bring herself to say the word 'clit'. "I just... I want to be pretty for him."

Leo nodded, his expression a mix of professionalism and empathy. He knew this was a big deal for her, a chance to change something she felt so insecure about. "Okay, so a complete labiaplasty and clitoral hood reduction or full clitoridectomy?" He made a few notes on a clipboard. "And what about the... aesthetic?"

Hinata swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "I want it... " She initially answered his second question, then with more confidence she answer the first, "I want it to look like nothing's there. Like it's just flat and smooth."

"That's a significant change," Leo said, his tone measured. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she said, the word a little stronger this time. "I'm tired of feeling... disgusting." She closed her eyes, the word hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "I've thought about it for a long time."

They talked for a while longer, discussing the procedure in detail, the risks, the aftercare. Leo was thorough, explaining everything in a way that was easy to understand. He drew a diagram on a piece of paper, showing her what the end result would look like. It was strange, seeing herself drawn out like that, but it made her feel a little better knowing what to expect.

"You're making a big decision," he said finally. "Take your time to think it over."

Hinata nodded, her mind racing. She'd been thinking about this for months, maybe even years. She'd done her research, read the forums, seen the before and after pictures. This was what she needed to do to feel beautiful.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the rustling of the paper between her fingers. "Okay," she said, her voice stronger now. "I'm ready."

Her heart raced as she thought about the pain she was about to endure. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the end result. The confidence she'd have, the way Naruto would finally see her as more than just a shy, awkward girl with a weird body. This was for her, and she was going to do it.

Leo nodded again, his smile fading into a serious expression. "Alright, we'll proceed. But remember, this is a permanent change." His voice steady as he dawned a pair of latex gloves. "We'll start with the numbing cream."

Hinata took one last deep breath and nodded, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, but she didn't look away as Leo went to work. Gently he touched her in a way no man had as he spread the cream over her sex, then sat back and waited for it to take effect.

Hinata felt the cold slowly spread through her sex, making her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the burning desire she had to change herself. She closed her eyes and waited, her mind racing with thoughts of the future and the possibility of finally being good enough for the boy she'd always loved.

Leo then began to prep her, wiping the area with a cool, antiseptic cloth. The scent was sharp, a reminder of the reality of what was about to happen. But Hinata didn't care. All she could think about was the promise of a new beginning, a chance to be seen the way she'd always wanted to be.

As the anesthesia took hold, she felt her body relax, the tension draining from her muscles. The pain would come later, but for now, she was just floating. Floating on the hope that when she woke up, she'd be beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, Naruto would finally see her.

The first cut was precise, the scalpel slicing through her flesh like a hot knife through butter. Leo's hands were steady, his movements deliberate. The room was filled with the sounds of surgical tools and the occasional beep of a blood pressure monitor she’d been hooked up to, but she was far away from it all. In her mind, she saw herself standing tall and proud, walking down the street with her head held high, no longer hiding her body.

Her labia were trimmed and reshaped, the excess skin removed with surgical skill. Leo's eyes never left his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. The blood was minimal, the sight of it not bothering him at all. But for Hinata, it was a small price to pay for what she believed would be true happiness.

The clit and hood was next, the large grotesque nub that had brought her so much embarrassment. Leo talked her through it, his voice a constant in the background as he worked. "Just a little pressure," he said, and she felt the cold touch of the surgical tool against her. Then, a quick snip, and it was gone. The pain thought muted was immediate, but she bit down on the cheek to prevent any sound. She didn't want to show any signs of weakness, not now. Not when she was so close to becoming perfect.

Lep wiped away the blood, revealing the new, smooth surface. It was a stark contrast to what had been there before. "Looks good," he murmured, his voice a comforting presence in the room. "Now, let's get you all stitched up."

Hinata didn’t feel the needle pierce her skin, but she did feel the threads as they were pulling tight. It was a strange sensation, but she focused on the sound of her own breathing, the steady rhythm calming her nerves. Each stitch brought her closer to her goal.

When it was over, she was bandaged up and given instructions for care. She sat up slowly, feeling groggy from her adrenaline wearing off. Looking down, she saw the gauze covering her new self, and she couldn't help but smile. It was done. The thing she'd been so ashamed of was gone.

Leo handed her a mirror, and she took it with shaking hands. Carefully, she peeled back the bandages and gazed at herself. Though her flesh was marred from the procedure and covered in ugly sutures, she could already she how much beautiful she looked. Gone were those fat labia lips that caused her to be mercilessly teased for having a camel toe. So too was her large oversensitive clit, the lump of flesh constantly causing unwanted arousal and distraction at the most inopportune times made all the worse when she had a Inuzuka on her team.

Her eyes filled with tears as she saw the smooth, unblemished skin. It was everything she'd ever wanted. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"You're welcome," Leo said, his tone still professional but with a hint of kindness. "Remember to take care of yourself."

~*~

The receptionist helped her get dressed, her movements gentle as if she knew the turmoil going on inside of her. As she left the studio, the world outside felt different. Brighter, somehow. Like she could finally face it without the weight of her inadequacies holding her down.

The walk home was a blur of pain and excitement. Every step she took was a step closer to the moment she could show Naruto. She had to tell him, had to show him that she was worthy now. That she'd done this for him as soon as he returned from his training trip with Jiraiya the Toad Sage.

But as she lay in bed that night, the pain starting to set in, she couldn't help but wonder if it was enough. Would he finally see her as an equal? As someone beautiful? Or would she always be the girl with the weird body, no matter how much she changed it?

Her thoughts drifted to her breasts, those two useless lumps of fat that hung on her chest like a constant reminder of her imperfection. She'd always envied Sakura's small, perky breasts, the way they bounced just enough to be noticeable but not overwhelming on her lithe form. Hers were just... there. Too big, too heavy, too much.

But she had a plan for that too. After this was all healed, she'd save up for a reduction. Maybe then she'd be perfect. Maybe then, when she saw Naruto again after he returned from his training trip, she'd have the courage to talk to him, to tell him how she felt. She'd be beautiful, just like Sakura. And maybe, just maybe, he'd finally look at her the way he looked at her.

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