I get breast augmentation surgery.

You wake up one morning in your silky nylon-lace nightgown, sleeping on your side. You lay in bed for a while, just enjoying the morning sun peaking through shades of your penthouse apartment. And then, when you finally sit up to stretch, something beautiful happens.

"I have breasts," you think to yourself.

A pierce of pure joy slices through you. It has been a long, stressful road. Full of worries. Will they be too large? Will they be not large enough? Will I still have feeling in my nipples? Should I get nipple augmentation? Should they be textured or not? Teardrop or round? Silicon or saline?

It was enough to make you cry! Many times! You almost cancelled the whole thing and were about to torpedo your entire goal of getting married (now only {marriage_weeks} weeks away).

But then you had the surgery anyway. April helped you along the way, encouraging you, giving you advice. Helping to settle your nerves.

And now here you are.

You gently stroke your new breasts in your nightgown, as if for the first time, since this is, truly, the first time that they feel like they are truly a part of you. You gently tweak and stroke your nipples. You sigh with pleasure as you feel their weight and size, which you decide is just absolutely perfect.