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Monday 27 June 2011

my breast surgery...

My apologies for regretting my blog for such a long time.  I have been really busy travelling and doing stuff with friends and finishing businesses that need taking care of that I have forgotten to write. Anyways, I am temporarily back as I’ll be hitting the road again soon. So for my topic for now will be:  My boob surgery.
The first time I saw a tgirl with breasts was in a movie  with loud orgasms ( yep, it was porn). I was amazed how beautiful and real they were. At first I thought they were freaks for having  like a girl figure and boobs and have a protruded appendage in between the legs. I did have a nice pair of hormone breast s but I want something big! I want a cleavage! I want to wear D cup brassieres! I want it and I want it now….Of course it wasn’t that easy.
I slaved myself to earn the money.  How many cocks have been through my mouth and ass, I lost count. How many sleepless nights have I been through to accommodate clients, none. I need my beauty rest. Balance was the key. Though I wanted them so bad, I was patient.
And when  I saved up the money I immediately booked an appointment with a cosmetic surgeon where most of my friends went. Of course, I did my research too and he was the best one for me. I was excited and nervous when I saw him. But all went well, he suggested I go for my body type and not go crazy with the size. As an Asian woman, he told me a nice C or B would perfectly fit me. I went with his suggestion and settled with a nice C cup.
A schedule was set for the breast surgery itself. But I have to go back a week before for  a medical check-up. He ran down the list of things I have to do before and after the surgery.  Before: don’t eat and drink or smoke or do drugs. After: make an arrangement with someone to pick me up, get enough rest, eat, take meds and massage the boobies. And come back in a week to take the sutures out.
Everything went well the day of the surgery, no complications. But when the anaesthesia wore off, the unimaginable pain kicked in. Good thing there were pain meds,  oh gosh how i`ll die without them. The first few days were rough, especially sleeping, laying on my back and getting up. Im so lucky I have my best friend who was there to help and assist me.
After a week I had the sutures off and I was so happy with the results. I remember putting on my 36C bra the minute I got home. I never stopped staring at my reflection in the mirror. Oh I looked so good. Better now that they have settled beautifully. The silicon is softer now and jiggly. Just as I wanted them.
It`s been a few years now since I had my breasts.  I wear clothes that will enhance them all the time. You don`t get a  Porsche and just leave it in the garage,  right? Yes, baby, you show them off. J

2 comments:

  1. Belated congratulations on the new additions! Im glad you chose Cs. To my eyes extremely large breasts are more symbolic of femaleness/fertility. Its like being superwoman! To use you car analogy, I think you made a good choice going with the Porsche rather than a Hummer.

    How do they feel compared to your hormone breasts? I always wondered if you loose sensitivity and whether your body quickly incorporates them as being your own.

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