Smaller?

You take a look at the file of your next appointment. A certain Catarina Alvarez who asked for breast reduction.

Pity. You always like it better when it's the other way around. You wonder what she looks like and if her tits are that big.

You hear a knock on the door as Gloria signals you that the young woman has arrived and you tell the receptionist to let her in. You are graced by a beautiful sight when a young woman (probably in her early twenties if not the final years of her teenagehood) enters the room. She's a Latina (as expected given her name) with dark skin, dark eyes and a cute face. Her brown hair are styled in emo bangs and a messy bun. She has a silver cross necklace, yet she isn't dressed too consevatively. She's wearing a sweater but with an off-the shoulders carmen neckline, and her tight blue jeans are hugging her full hips. Though elegant, her makeup is also quite noticeable, with dark purple eyeliner and dark red lipstick. So are her most probably plated golden earrings. It doesn't give you the impression of someone who hates to be looked at, so you don't think she asked for this chirurgy out of pruddishness. And you can't be sure of the size of her chest through her loose top, but you have enough experience in your field to know that it's probably a D cup.

Shame. She has a perfect body for even bigger breasts and she wants to throw that to the wind.

Anyway, it's no reason to be unfriendly or unprofessional. I give her a welcoming smile and stand up to extend my hand.

"Good afternoon, Señorita Alvarez. Señora?"

She chuckles and shake my hand. "Ms. Alvarez is fine, Dr. Tate, I've lived in this country all my life." She takes a seat as you gesture toward it and cross her legs.

"So, I see you want a smaller chest. I have to admit I'm rather surprised, looking at you. Do you maybe suffer from back pains?"

Rather than showing any sign of annoyance like many of your patients would have at this kind of remark, she giggles again. "No, far from it! I'm in perfect shape, actually."

I frown. "Then is it because you get too much unwanted attention because of... them?" you ask, gesturing at her breasts.

She shrugs. "I have to admit I don't always like the comment I get, more because of the people who see me as a slut just because I have big tits than those who are just complimenting my physique. Even though, yeah, those can be annoying at times. But no, that's not the main factor either."

"Then what is?" You're a bit confused now.

She smiles. "I've always liked sports, you know. And they can sometimes get in the way, wether I'm running, swimming, doing acrobatics... And recently, I've been hired as a coach in a gym. So I really need to be able to give my best performance and be fit!"

The way she talks, you can tell she's passionate about this new job. That's probably a dream come true. An achievement. Something she's been yearning for.

That's disgusting.

Why would such a beautiful woman prioritise a dream which requires her to butcher a hot body?