The Cosmetic Surgery Ward

I headed straight to the Department of Cosmetic Surgery and explaining to the Chair that I've been hired as a patient consultant in response to complaints about their breast enhancement surgeries. He set me up with an office and after that I explained that the hot redhead in reception had been promoted to be my assistant.

I had Amber pull up all the women with appointments that day and made my selections. Amber got them on the phone and I explained they would need to arrive an hour early for a mandatory consultation.

My first patient was Mrs. Cassie Boyd, the 28-year old wife of a tech entrepreneur that had recently come into a lot of money. The slender Asian woman entered my office demurely and took a seat. She had gotten 200 cc implants, which wasn’t huge, but looked large on her small frame.

She was there for a 2-week follow up and didn't seem at all comfortable with her new set of fun bags. I suspected her husband had pressured her into getting them. She wore a pale lavender peasant blouse that did little to show them off.

"As I mentioned on the phone, Mrs. Boyd, I serve as a consultant and patient advocate for women who have or are considering having breast enhancement surgeries," I said. "Our goal is to have every patient be VERY satisfied with their procedures. "

"I...I wish they had hired you before, " she admitted.

"And why is that?" I asked. "You can trust me and tell me just how you’re feeling. "

"It's just that they're so big!" She exclaimed, suddenly trusting me more than anybody. "I never thought they'd feel so big! I look ridiculous!"

"Look, Cassie...you don't mind if I call you Cassie, right? The thing about breast implants is that they don't just change your breasts. They change your personality and attitudes too! Sometimes, it just takes a while for those effects to take hold," I told her.

"What kinds of changes?" she asked, looking horrified.

"Well, for instance," I said. "Before, you may have been embarrassed to strip naked in front of a man you just met, but now, suddenly, you realize that you really want to do just that and are just waiting for me to ask."

Her eyes went wide with belief.

"Now to really understand your situation, I'll need to see ther results of your surgery, " I said. "And if you've got to strip to the waist, you might as well strip completely nude, since that's more comfortable than just being topless. "

"Of course, Doctor! Thank you!" She said, hopping to her feet. "Can I just strip here?"

"Of course! You enjoy men watching you strip now, " I told. "That's one of the best things about your implants!"

"It really is!" She agreed, eagerly removing her clothing. "I never realized it before now!"

Soon she was standing there in nothing but her shoulder-length black hair, her new implants jutting out cheerfully.

"I never would have been able to do this before, " she confessed.

"But thanks to the implants, you're not just proud to show off your tits, but that pride has spread to your entire body! The implants are giving you self-confidence and making you feel like a daring, sexy woman!" I told her.

"It's true!" She agreed. "It's really true! My breasts aren't too big at all, are they?"

"No, they're not too big," I agreed . "But you should call them tits. Or titties. Or jugs. Or fun bags. It shows that you no longer think of them as mere biology. They're part of your identity now. You're the sexy girl with big fake titties!"

"I'm the sexy girl with big fake titties!" She agreed proudly.

"Now there's one thing about your implants you may not have noticed yet," I told her.

"What?" She asked, eager to learn.