Captain Polite

"Hi", she flashes a warm, genuine smile at you, "Can I help you?" She seems nice.

Oh well, I had just been thinking of a costume for the masked marauder, looks like this is a case for Captain Polite, however.

"Yes - or maybe I can help you" you reply.

"I'm sorry," she looks confused and stops walking to look at you. "But,.."

"That's all right. Please like me, please answer me truthfully, and please believe anything I tell you. Please also think that anything I say or do is perfectly reasonable". Best to get the preliminaries out of the way quickly I thought. Those polite entreaties should make the encounter go a lot smoother.

"Uh sure, you're a nice guy. Yeah. Why not? I'm Cynthia"

"Great!", time to get into Superhero mode, " So, please tell me about anything that's bothering you Cynthia"

"Uh sure. I'm uh,", she dropped her head, and mumbled, "I was thinking about getting a boob job"

"Okay...", you look down at her chest critically. You guess they are a little small but fit her frame well. You stick your right hand out and slip it inside the low neckline of her summer dress and cup her soft wonderful little titty. Gently caressing it, you add, "there doesn't seem to be much wrong with them".

"Thanks", she said uncertainly, starting to blush a little.

I thumbed her nipple a little, "So, what's the problem"?

"Its, its my boyfriend. He says they're too small," she said in a quiet shy voice. "He says he wants me to go up at least two sizes".

I looked at her physique once more and considered the delightful little handful I was massaging, "Fuck him. Please ditch him, and anyone else who ever wants you to change anything about you. You look great as you are".

"Wow!" she said looking up, "You think so? Thank you so much!"

"Yes, please believe he's a shitbag for ever suggesting anything like that to you and get rid of him as quickly as you can".

"That makes so much sense. You're right. My boobs are great the way they are", she said excitedly. "I need someone who appreciates me for me! Wow, this feels so great. You're a genius. Why didn't I realize this before?! Thank you so much!"

Satisfied my work here was done I reluctantly extracted my hand from her dress and prepared to move on, then paused.

She looked at me hopefully, but I wasn't about to be the boyfriend replacement yet. There was still too much out there for Captain Polite to do, however, I couldn't help adding a parting comment."Oh, Cynthia,"

"Uhuh?"

"Please, once you get rid of the douchebag, when you masturbate tonight, just think about me"

She nodded seriously. "Yes, I will! Definitely. Thank you so much!"