She gets some privacy the next morning

Monica's alarm went off the next morning, even though it was Saturday. Steven blinked awake blurrily next to her, but she patted his shoulder, saying, "Just getting in an early workout, hun. Go back to sleep."

Her husband flopped back down and murmured something positive-sounding, and Monica looked down at him, her expression concerned. She hated lying to him, but she knew he wouldn't understand. Her plans for her tits were going to disrupt their lives in a big way, especially her career, and she didn't want to discuss things with him just yet. It was going to be a difficult enough conversation without him trying to convince her to cancel, or go smaller than she needed to, so she wanted everything to be in place before she even brought it up. Left to his own devices, he wouldn't get up for a couple of hours yet, she knew, which should give her plenty of time to call and get her appointments scheduled without worrying if he was listening in the next room.

She stepped into their walk-in closet to slip on some workout clothes - why not actually get in some exercise, she thought. Teaching physical education at the Catholic middle school she worked at didn't actually give her as many opportunities for keeping herself in shape as you'd think, so she needed to find the time when she could. Examining herself in the mirror with a critical eye, she turned side to side to look at her profile in the form-fitting spandex with a critical eye. She wasn't an especially vain woman, but she was undeniably pleased to see her body was still cooperating with her fitness plans; there wasn't any reason it shouldn't, but she had been feeling a little self-conscious about turning thirty last month, and she was happy with her athletic build. Well...she had been happy with it, anyway. She gathered up her honey blonde hair into a tail and let it hang back between her shoulder blades, then finally sighed and let herself get to why she was really going through this ritual and looked at her breasts.

She raised them up a little with her hands and turned her torso this way and that, trying to approximate what a little extra heft might be like, but eventually gave up with a sniff. There was no way her ordinary frame could show her what she was going to look like when she got her implants and she knew it. She might have gotten carried away with the thrill of the idea last night - and she couldn't deny it, thinking about getting her huge fake tits made her belly flutter a little even now - but it was much less intense today as she looked into the mirror and imagined the reality of how her body and her life was going to change. If nothing else, explaining her choices to the school board would be a hell of a fight, but she'd just have to find a way to make them understand that she needed what she needed and that was that.

"No use worrying about, Mon," she said quietly to herself "You need those tits either way, so you may as well get on with it." Shaking her head, she stepped away from the mirror and went to find her running shoes.

Once she finished dressing, she slipped out of their room as quietly as she could manage and crossed the house to their little office space. Getting out her phone, she pulled up the information for the clinic she'd decided she wanted to consult with the night before, took a deep breath, and dialed.

After several rings, a harried-sounding woman answered. "Radiant Cosmetic, can you hold?"

Monica responded that she could, and a clarinet version of "The Girl From Ipanema" started playing. Monica sighed at the cliche, turned on speaker mode, and placed her phone on the desk. Taking a seat in her office chair, she powered on the computer and opened up her browser, thinking she could kill a couple of minutes looking at stupid cat videos or something while she waited. As she did so, though, one of her startup tabs flashed a 'breaking news' alert at her, and she clicked it, frowning.