Fake “doctor” injected her face with cement—see her transformation 14 years later

Rajee Narinesingh gained widespread attention after being dubbed “Cement Face,” following a black market plastic surgery disaster in the mid-2000s. The surgery, performed by the infamous “toxic tush doctor” Oneal Ron Morris, involved injecting Narinesingh with a harmful mixture of cement, superglue, and tire sealant. This caused severe deformities in her face and body. Fortunately, Narinesingh later appeared on the TV show Botched, where professional surgeons helped repair the damage.

Here’s a closer look at Rajee’s life, her journey to recovery, and what she looks like today.

Rajee Narinesingh’s Early Life

Born in New York on April 7, 1967, Narinesingh knew from a young age that she was different from other boys. Raised in Philadelphia, she felt more like a woman inside and struggled with her identity. As she grew older, she decided to undergo several plastic surgeries, but the high costs led her to seek cheaper, unregulated options.

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The Black Market Surgery

In 2005, Narinesingh met Oneal Ron Morris, who falsely claimed to be a plastic surgeon. Desperate to align her physical appearance with her gender identity, Narinesingh agreed to receive injections from Morris. The substances used, including cement and superglue, left her face and other body parts severely deformed. 

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Narinesingh paid just $100 per session and received around ten injections between 2007 and 2010. Initially excited, she soon faced the nightmare of hardened lumps forming under her skin, leaving her horrified and housebound.

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Recovery and Transformation

Too embarrassed to seek help from the police, Narinesingh felt like a “monster.” But in 2012, she found hope with Dr. John Martin of Coral Gables Cosmetic Reconstructive Surgery, who treated her with softening injections and laser therapy. Her transformation from victim to victorious continued when she appeared on Botched in 2016. Over seven weeks, she underwent four surgeries to remove the toxic fillers, regaining her confidence and self-esteem. She even began dating again, humorously recalling a man calling her a “sexy dragon.”

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Life Today

Narinesingh has since become a prominent public figure, advocating for transgender rights and educating others about the dangers of black market procedures. She’s appeared on over 30 television shows globally and has written three books about her experiences. Now living in Florida, she works with the LGBTQ community and spreads awareness about HIV prevention.

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Narinesingh has embraced her journey, calling the hardships she endured a “blessing” because they allowed her to amplify her advocacy work. She’s active on Instagram, sharing her life and inspiring others.

Oneal Ron Morris’ Fate

Morris was sentenced to 10 years in prison in 2017 after one of her patients died. In 2021, Morris reached out to Narinesingh, seeking forgiveness. Despite the past, Narinesingh accepted Morris’ apology, reflecting her belief in learning from mistakes and growing stronger from adversity.

A Brave Survivor

Rajee Narinesingh’s story is one of incredible resilience and transformation. From the devastating effects of illegal surgery to reclaiming her life, she continues to inspire others with her activism and courage.

Share this inspiring story to spread awareness and celebrate Rajee’s strength.

My 5-Year-Old Refused to Cut Her Hair, Saying, ‘I Want My Real Daddy to Recognize Me When He Comes Back’

When my five-year-old daughter refused to cut her hair, I didn’t think much of it until she said she wanted to keep her hair long for her “real daddy.” Those words made my heart skip a beat. Who was she talking about? Was there someone else in my wife’s life that I had no idea about?

Hi, I’m Edward, and this story is about my daughter, Lily.

Lily is the light of our lives. At just five years old, she’s a bundle of energy and curiosity, always asking a million questions and coming up with the funniest observations.

A little girl standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

A little girl standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

She’s sharp, sweet, and has got this laugh that can brighten even the darkest days. My wife, Sara, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.

But last week, something happened that turned our happy little world upside down.

It all started a few months ago when Lily began refusing to let us trim her hair.

Her locks, which she usually loved having brushed and styled, became untouchable.

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A little girl looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

She’d sit cross-legged on the bathroom floor, clutching her hair like it was her most prized possession.

“No, Daddy,” she’d announce. “I want my hair to stay long.”

At first, Sara and I thought it was just a phase. Kids are quirky like that, right?

Sara’s mom, Carol, had always commented about Sara’s pixie cut being “too short for a proper lady,” so we figured maybe Lily wanted to assert her own style.

“Sure,” I told her. “You don’t have to cut your hair.”

A man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

Then came the gum incident.

It was one of those classic parenting moments you hear about, and hope it never happens to you.

Lily had fallen asleep on the couch during a movie night, gum still in her mouth. By the time Sara and I found her, it was too late.

The gum was hopelessly tangled in her hair.

A close-up shot of a girl's hair | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a girl’s hair | Source: Midjourney

We tried everything, including peanut butter, ice, and even that strange online trick with vinegar.

But nothing worked.

That’s when we knew cutting her hair was the only option.

Sara knelt beside Lily with the comb in her hand.

“Sweetheart, we’re going to have to cut a little bit of your hair,” she told Lily. “Just the part with the gum.”

What happened next caught both of us completely off guard.

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An upset woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Lily’s face twisted in panic, and she bolted upright, clutching her hair like it was a lifeline.

“No!” she cried. “You can’t cut it! I want my real daddy to recognize me when he comes back!”

Sara looked at her with wide eyes while I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

“What did you say, Lily?” I asked carefully, crouching down to her level.

She looked at me with wide, tearful eyes as if she’d just let a big secret slip.

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An upset girl | Source: Midjourney

“I… I want my real daddy to know it’s me,” she said quietly.

Sara and I exchanged a stunned glance.

Then, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

“Lily, sweetheart, I am your daddy,” I said, my voice as gentle as I could make it. “What makes you think I’m not?”

Her little lip quivered, and she whispered, “Grandma said so.”

What? Why would Carol say that to her? Who was the man Lily was talking about?

“What exactly did Grandma say, honey?” Sara asked gently.

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A woman looking at her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“She said I have to keep my hair long so my real daddy will know it’s me when he comes back,” Lily explained, clutching her locks even tighter. “She said he’ll be mad if he doesn’t recognize me.”

I couldn’t believe this.

“Sweetheart,” I interrupted. “What do you mean by ‘real daddy’?”

Lily sniffled, looking down at her tiny hands. “Grandma told me you’re not my real daddy. She said my real daddy went away, but he’ll come back someday. And if I look different, he won’t know who I am.”

A little girl standing with her hands clasped together | Source: Pexels

A little girl standing with her hands clasped together | Source: Pexels

“Lily, listen to me,” Sara said, taking Lily’s hands gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not in trouble. But I need you to tell me exactly what Grandma said. Can you do that for me?”

Lily hesitated, then nodded. “She said it’s a secret. That I shouldn’t tell you or Daddy, or he’d get mad. But I didn’t want him to be mad at me.I don’t want anyone to be mad at me.”

My chest tightened, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

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A man standing in a dimly lit room | Source: Midjourney

“Lily,” I said softly, “you are so loved. By me, by Mommy, and by everyone who knows you. No one is mad at you, okay? Grandma shouldn’t have told you something like that.”

Sara’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged Lily tightly. “You’re our daughter, Lily. Your daddy — your real daddy — is right here. He always has been.”

Lily nodded slowly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. But the damage had been done. How could Carol, someone we trusted, say something so confusing to our child?

That night, after Lily fell asleep, Sara and I sat in the living room.

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A couple sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“What the hell was she thinking?” Sara muttered, her voice shaking with anger.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep my own frustration in check. “But she crossed a line. We need to talk to her, Sara. Tomorrow.”

The next morning, Sara called her mom and told her to come over. Carol arrived with her usual air of confidence, but Sara wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

As soon as Carol stepped inside, Sara’s anger boiled over.

“What the heck is wrong with you, Mom?” she snapped. “Why would you tell Lily that Edward isn’t her real dad? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Carol blinked, clearly taken aback by the hostility.

“Now, hold on,” she said, raising a hand. “You’re making this sound worse than it is. It was just a little story. Nothing to get so worked up about.”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“A story?” I interjected. “She’s been terrified of cutting her hair for months because of this ‘story.’”

Carol rolled her eyes as if we were being dramatic.

“Oh, come on. I just wanted her to keep her hair long,” she confessed. “She’s a little girl, for heaven’s sake! She shouldn’t have one of those awful short cuts like yours, Sara.”

Sara’s mouth fell open.

“So, you lied to her? You made her think her dad wasn’t her dad just to keep her hair long? Are you hearing yourself right now, Mom?”

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

“She won’t even remember it when she’s older. But she would remember looking ridiculous in photos with a boyish haircut.”

“This isn’t about hair, Carol,” I snapped. “You undermined our family. You made Lily think I wasn’t her real father. This isn’t normal, okay?”

Carol pursed her lips, then delivered a line that shattered what little composure we had left. “Well, with Sara’s wild past, who’s to say you are her real dad?”

A woman talking to her daughter and son-in-law | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her daughter and son-in-law | Source: Midjourney

What the heck? I thought. What else is she going to say to justify her mistake?

That’s when Sara lost her cool.

“Get out,” she said, pointing to the door. “Get out of my house. You’re not welcome here anymore.”

Carol tried to backtrack, stammering about how she “didn’t mean it that way,” but I wasn’t having it.

I stepped forward, opened the door, and gestured firmly. “Now, Carol. Leave.”

She glared at us, muttering something under her breath as she walked out, but I didn’t care.

After slamming the door behind Carol, Sara and I looked at each other.

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

Then, she sank into the couch with her face buried in her hands.

I sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“We’ll get through this,” I said quietly, though the anger in my chest was still burning hot.

Sara nodded, but I could see the heartbreak on her face. “I can’t believe my own mother would do something like this.”

We spent the rest of the evening sitting with Lily, explaining everything as gently as we could.

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A person holding a child’s hand | Source: Pexels

I held her tiny hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. “Lily, I am your daddy. I always have been, and I always will be. Nothing Grandma said is true, okay?”

Lily nodded. “So, you’re my real daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Always.”

“Grandma was wrong to tell you that,” Sara chimed in. “She shouldn’t have said it, and it’s not your fault. We love you so much, Lily. Don’t ever forget that.”

Lily seemed to relax a little, though she still looked hesitant when Sara brought out the scissors to cut the gum out of her hair.

Yes, the gum was still there.

A man talking to his daughter | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Do I have to?” Lily asked, clutching the tangled strand.

“It’s just a tiny bit, honey,” Sara explained. “And it’ll grow back so fast, you won’t even notice. Plus, you’ll feel so much better without the gum sticking to everything.”

After a moment, Lily nodded. “Okay, but only a little.”

As Sara snipped away the gum-covered strands, I saw a small smile creep onto Lily’s face.

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A woman cutting hair | Source: Pexels

“Daddy?” she asked.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“When it grows back, can I make it pink?”

Sara and I laughed.

“If that’s what you want,” I said, ruffling her hair.

Over the next few days, things slowly returned to normal. Lily seemed happier and more relaxed and even asked Sara to braid her hair again. It was something she hadn’t done in months.

As for Carol, we’ve gone no-contact.

Sara and I agreed that she has no place in Lily’s life until she can take responsibility for what she did.

To be honest, it wasn’t an easy decision, but our priority is protecting Lily. We’ll do whatever it takes to keep our little girl happy.

A girl holding her parents' hands | Source: Pexels

A girl holding her parents’ hands | Source: Pexels

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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