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Dear Mark,
Hopefully this letter finds you well. Sorry
for the long silence. Last semester at the hospital was really hectic as I had
to finish up my last on campus assignments. Next semester I will be moving to
another hospital again for my final practical.
I want you to know that the summer we spent
together was the best time of my life. If Chloey is silly enough to ever let
you go I will come to you in a blink.
As you are my best friend I also want you
to know that all the encouragement you have been giving me hasn’t gone to
waste. As a trainee doctor at our uni
hospital I am now entitled to free or massively discounted surgical procedures,
including breast augmentation. The only thing was, I needed to get my
supervising professor to approve the procedure. With all your egging, last
summer I finally plucked up enough courage to see Prof. Wilkinson about my
“little problem”. He put me through some
pretty rough therapies.
After a few 1 to 1 sessions, one of the things
he did was to make me strip in front of my peers! At lunch, he gathered all the trainees who
were working in our ward that day into one of the examination rooms. He got
everyone to surround us in a circle. He then announced:
“Everyone, listen up. Your fellow student
and colleague Annabelle has a confession to make. I do not want any one of you
to be judgmental, but please lend her your support”.
I was too dumbfounded to speak. I was the
same wreck that stood before you when you asked me to strip for the first
time. I felt blood rush to my cheeks and
I was shaking. I could not look them in the eyes so I just stared blankly at
the floor. Up till then everyone thought I had big tits.
Slowly I undressed without saying a word. When
I got down to my bra, I unclasped it and pulled the straps over my shoulders
one by one. All the while I held the cups of the bra close to my chest. I must have stood there forever with my
‘breasts’ in my hands.
The breasts felt soo good in my hands. So
full, so ample, so attractive. The one womanly curve I did not have! I started
to cry. This was my image, my shield. I wanted to lower the bra but my hands
felt glued to my chest. Some nasty memories also came flooding back.
I’m going to tell you some of them now. The
last “boyfriend” I had left me after he saw my real breasts. I cried for days. To make things worse he was
going around telling all our friends from high school. Luckily I was accepted
into med school so I skipped town very quickly.
You see, I had always been around him in my
padded bras. I was hoping he would get interested in me as a person first. Sadly,
he was especially immature even for high school.
Prof. Wilkinson tapped on my shoulder to
bring me out of my reverie. I just dropped everything on the floor. My bra, and
the flesh colored falsies. I closed my eyes and steeled myself for the
inevitable laughter that would come. I waited… and waited. There was gasp then
just silence in the room!
Prof. Wilkinson the continued:
“Annabelle has serious body image problems.
She had been stuffing her bras since high school to give the illusion of big
breasts. Can you tell us how it started Annabelle?”
Exposing myself like that to a room full of
peers should have been a shattering experience but somehow hearing Prof.
Wilkinson explain it the way he did just made it sound clinical.
I re-counted another old nightmare. Unlike
yourself, I have hated swimming pools for a long time. At the age of 14, all
the other girls in my class were already showing prominent breast growth or
budding at the least. Some girls got their first proper suits and they filled
them out beautifully. I was still wearing a child’s suit! You could see my
nipples poking through the thin fabric of the chest piece.
While looking at the local Speedo shop one
day, I saw “chicken cutlets” for the first time. I saved up my allowance to buy them. The next
day I turned out at the pool so proudly. As I dove into the pool somehow the
cutlets came loose and floated to the top of the water. A boy (let’s not name
him) grabbed them and started showing them to everyone! My entire class laughed
at me. For the rest of the year I was made fun of mercilessly.
At 15, there was still nothing. It felt
like mother nature had forgotten about me. By 16 I had slowly stuffed myself up
to a C cup. I enjoyed the attention it got me but it was a stupid thing to do.
I basically trapped myself.
Prof. Wilkinson then announced the 2nd
phase of my treatment.
“For her next treatment, I want one of you
to take Annabelle to a nude beach. Any volunteers?”
Adam stepped forward. I was shocked to see
him. Adam had taken a liking to me for the last year. We went out on a couple of dates but I was
too scared to let him see my body. Now he had seen my greatest humiliation.
That weekend, we drove out to Fire Island,
the nearest nudist beach in our area.
Undressing when everyone else was naked made things easier. Adam was
there taking notes to report back to Prof. Later that afternoon he made a
confession of sorts himself. He dropped
his pants and I saw his penis for the first time. OMG he’s smaller than Manny! He went on to
tell me how he admired me for being strong enough to put myself through this
entire ordeal and coming clean.
He is acutely embarrassed about his small
pecker. We had sex on the beach that day. All the while I was remembering your
wonderful Asian dick. It was the first time doing it on the beach for both of
us. I wouldn’t recommend it though. The sand gets everywhere…
The rest of the
day passed without incident. People were friendly and nobody made any snarky
comments.
Finally I had to attend an interview with
Prof. Wilkinson and two other members of the medical fund board. I felt like I
was on American Idol with 3 judges looking at me. The surprising thing though I
wasn’t alone. Elizabeth from Cardiology was also attending the same interview.
Apparently she too had been seeing Prof
Wilkinson over certain issues. Like myself, we both had reputations for having
the biggest breasts in our respective departments. Only difference was
everybody in mine now knew my chest was a lie. I looked like a D while she
looked DD.
Prof. Martha started the ball rolling:
“Ladies, we have read your files. Since we
are all medical people here, let us not be shy. Show us.”
The both of us were shaking as usual. I
don’t remember how I took my own clothes off as I was too mesmerized looking at
Elizabeth.
As her blouse came off I saw that she
wasn’t wearing a bra. Instead, Elizabeth had bound her chest. She slowly undid
her wrapping. When the bandages came off I was shocked. Her real breasts looked
like watermelons! She wasn’t just DD – I
don’t even know what alphabet to give her!
The both of us standing side by side must have been a sight. It was like
somebody had taken all of my breasts and put them on Elizabeth and some!
The 3 professors just had a quite chat and
dismissed us. Later that evening Prof. Wilkinson called me to his office. The
board was only willing to sign for a 50% reduction on my BA as my condition was
deemed psychological. Elizabeth’s problem was deemed physical and she was
getting a free reduction. Still, it is better
than nothing. I will not have time to get it done this year but I will come
back for it after graduation.
Last week on my farewell, Adam proposed to
me! He passed me an envelope of money that he had collected from our entire
group. On it, marked in huge letters were “ANNABELLE’S BOOB JOB FUND”. I was so
embarrassed!
The plan now is to finish up my final
semester in Florida. I will then return, graduate, have my boobs done and get
married!
You and Chloey must come for my wedding. No
excuses accepted. You will always be my soulmate and even with Adam around I
will show you my new boobs then!
Gotta run, read you soon.
Love, Annabelle xoxoxo.
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