Yes, but to return the implants

For the rest of your working hours you thought if you should go or not. Did you want to get your chest augmented? No, clearly not. You were a boy, so breast implants were out of the question. But not going at all wouldn't be fair too. So you decided to go to return the implants.

As you got to the hospital you were surprised how big it was. You didn't really heard of it before, but it wasn't so far away and clearly one of the biggest hospitals in the region. And holly shit, were there only women? Everywhere you looked you saw nothing but women walking around. The ones leaving the hospital had most certain underwent surgery to get such degree of beautifulness. And then the nurses, you weren't sure they were real. High heels, revealing dresses and huge breasts let them look more like strippers or prostitutes than real nurses.

Walking past them made you feel embarrassed, because there was no way you couldn't take your eyes of them. You entered the visitors' entrance. Behind a counter one of the most beautiful nurses you had seen so far was sitting and did some work. The woman had a beautiful face, which looked like she was in her late thirties. Long brown hair fell down to her shoulders, perfectly framing the make-up wearing face. Through the hair you could see small pearl earrings on her ears. On her head rested a stereotypical white nursing cap with a white cross on red ground on the front. She wore a white uniform dress that perfectly fitted her body. The sleeves went just past the shoulders, a built in belt emphasized the contrast between her wide hips and her slim waist. What you didn't see because of the counter was the hemline of the dress ending mid-thigh, followed by white fishnet stocking and white high heeled pumps. The dress had a red seamed v-neckline ending in a row of buttons. The top most button was open, giving you a good few on her big round breasts. The nurses breasts were one of the biggest you had never seen so far, and the second button of her uniform looked like it would pop any moment. A name tag rested on her left breast just under a white cross on red ground. Kelly Adams, Head nurse was written on it.

"Hello, welcome to Chrisopher's Hospital. How can I help you?" She asked in a deep mature voice fitting her.

"I'm here to return these." You put the package on the counter and opened it.

The head nurse stood up and looked into it. Then she sat down again. "Who are you with?"

"Pardon?" You didn't know what she meant.

"Who is the doctor in charge?" She rephrased her question.

"No one? I got them sent to me today with the name of this hospital on a note." You showed her the note.

The head nurse looked at the note, then up to you. "One moment please." She turned to the side and picked up a phone. "Dr. Moore, your appointment is here. .... Yes. .... Yes. .... I'll do that." She put the phone down. "Dr. Moore is already waiting for you." She stood up and walked around the counter. "If you would please follow me."

"Wait a minute. I'm just here to return these. Not to meet somebody." You interposed.

"What harm is there to just talk with Dr. Moore?" The head nurse asked and started to walk away. "Are you coming?"