Go Big

It wasn't an easy decision for you. Sometimes you were afraid of getting work done. Afraid of doing something that would leave scars and be hard to undo. But you also felt more female than male, and you wanted your body to match how the hormones had rewired you.

"I want big tits," you were telling Bruna at a trendy South Beach cafe. "And a big booty."

"Smart," Bruna said, smiling. "You're non-functional, right?" You flushed and nodded. Then you saw her. This was a place you liked to go to with Amanda back in the day. Lots of people from your school did. And she was here. With Kendi. And people you recognized. Bruna saw you go from flushed to deathly pale, looking alarmed. Then she saw Amanda. Amanda was smiling. You could hear your old friends, asking them if they were back together, and them looking at each other and just grinning. The chemistry was palpable.

"It's hard, isn't it?" Bruna asked. "It's hard for me too, I'll admit. I want to be balls deep in your ex right now, and I've still got a pretty decent chance of doing that longterm. Look at that big ass with that strong hand resting on it."

"Yeah ..." you said, biting your lower lip. It looked so wrong, yet so right. He was your rival, but in this moment, he'd won, completely.

"I'll set you up with my surgeon," Bruna said, watching them. You could see her skirt start to dent. "You want to go back to your place and fuck?"

"Yeah," you said. "I want that very much, actually."