He Paid For My BBL In Turkey — Then Asked For “Installment” Sex as Payback

 

Real Stories: He Paid for My BBL in Turkey — Then Asked for “Installment” Sex as Payback

I met Felix on a breezy Friday night in Lekki — one of those evenings where Lagos pretends to be Paris. The rooftop bar glowed under city lights, wine flowed freely, and the skyline shimmered like a promise. He was older, refined, and confident, sipping his drink like a man used to getting what he wants. Eyes Of Lagos reports,

Felix claimed to work in tech and drove a matte-black Benz that smelled of foreign leather and money. He told me I was beautiful — but added that my body had the potential to be “perfect” with just “a little touch-up.”

I’d heard it before. Friends had gone for Brazilian Butt Lifts (BBLs) abroad and returned transformed — smaller waists, fuller hips, more followers, and shinier lives. Late at night, I’d scroll through their Instagram reels, wondering if I was just one decision away from that life.

So when Felix offered to sponsor a BBL in Turkey, I hesitated — but only briefly. “No strings attached,” he said, his tone smooth and convincing. “Let me take care of you. Call it an investment in your future.”

I never stopped to ask what kind of return he expected on that investment.

The Surgery, the Silence, and the Shift

The clinic in Istanbul was sleek, spotless, and sterile. The doctor, in broken English, traced curves onto my body like an artist prepping a sculpture. “More shape, yes? Like Kardashian?” he asked.

Felix held my hand before the anesthesia kicked in. “You’ll look incredible,” he whispered.

When I came to, the pain was blinding. My body ached, swollen and bruised. Felix helped with pain meds, fluffed my pillows, and whispered sweet compliments as if admiring his own creation. “You’re a masterpiece now,” he said.

We returned to Lagos weeks later. At first, everything felt new and dreamy. We dined out, shopped, laughed. Friends gasped at my new look. My social media blew up. Comments poured in: “Soft life incoming!” “Body goals!” “God when?!”

But then… the tone shifted.

The Cost No One Warns You About

Felix became colder, distant. The terms of our arrangement suddenly changed.

“You know this wasn’t a free ride, right?” he said one night. “You think I flew you to Turkey for tourism?”

He began to demand sex — not affection, not connection — but scheduled, expected, and enforced. “If you can’t pay back in cash, then pay in kind.”

I resisted. At first. But he mocked me: “You want to enjoy soft life without paying the price? Wake up.”

I had no backup plan. I’d posted my new body online, soaked up the attention, basked in the compliments. I couldn’t admit the deal I’d made. I didn’t have the courage to tell anyone I’d sold access to my body for a cosmetic dream.

So for a while, I complied. Until I couldn’t anymore.

Eventually, I blocked him. Deleted the pictures. Went offline. And started over. The new body remained, but the emotional bruises took longer to heal.

Nothing Is Free When Men See You as a Transaction

I’m sharing this story not for pity, but for awareness. Because too many women in Nigeria — and beyond — are walking the same tightrope. When a man says, “Let me sponsor your dreams,” always ask: “What’s the real price?”

BBLs, surgeries, vacations, apartment rents — these things come with invisible contracts if you’re not careful. Felix never signed a form, but he believed he’d bought a piece of me. A piece he could call on, whenever.

But some debts are too heavy to carry. Some “gifts” are traps in disguise.

Final Thoughts: Before You Say Yes to the Soft Life, Read the Fine Print

In a world where image is currency, it’s tempting to fast-track your glow-up. But true elevation should never come at the cost of your autonomy, your peace, or your dignity.

If someone wants to invest in you, ensure the terms respect your body, your boundaries, and your future. Because once you enter a transaction where you’re the product, it’s hard to reclaim control.