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The Best Night of My Life - The Sequel "The Best Night of My Life" ended with Robin's graduation from high school: Every year near graduation time the Senior class puts on the Senior Class Play. I had helped out before but mostly backstage stuff - painting the scenery, helping the other girls with their makeup, sewing costumes and things like that. But this year I decided to go all out and tryout for an acting part. This year the school decided to put on "West Side Story." Now the voice coach that I had been working with at the agency had helped me out with my singing as well and I have a fairly powerful Soprano singing voice. So I tried out for the part of Maria and, ..... and, ..... and I WON THE PART! When the Director told me that I had won the part I, like, burst into tears and I'm like hugging the other girls and they're all crying too - well, except for the other girl who had wanted the part. So the whole cast worked really hard and the whole thing came together really well. The second best part of the play for me was on opening night when the performance got to the part where I sing "I Feel Pretty" and as I sang the words: "See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me!" The whole audience started whistling and stomping their feet and clapping and cheering and I was so happy that I burst out in tears and that made them clap and cheer even louder. The first best part? Well, the first best part was also on the opening night of the play when the cast was doing the curtain calls and someone came out from the wings and walked up to me and handed me a huge bouquet of roses - and it was ADAM! So I'm so happy that I'm crying again and tears are running down my face and Adam moves closer and puts his arms around me and gives me a big kiss right in front of the whole audience and that gets them whistling and clapping and cheering again. That was the best night of my life. The sequel follows Robin into college. [Freshman year] Adam had always been very certain that he wanted to go on to college and major in Mechanical Engineering. He'd always been the one that could take apart, repair and assemble almost anything mechanical so it seemed logical when he applied to several schools and was accepted by a state school about a hundred miles away, and with a decent financial aid package. Me? Well I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. At one point I thought I'd like to be an actor (or actress?), and then singing interested me, and lately fashion design seemed enticing. But at this rate I figured that I'd change my major at least several more times and I didn't want to spend a lot of money in the process so I applied to the local community college and was accepted in their "Independent Studies" program - that meant that I could attend the school, and take whatever courses interested me at the moment, while I tried to figure out what I wanted to do when I grew up. And of course, it meant that I could live at home and save on room and board, and Adam and I could get together when he came home on weekends. So the summer before my Freshman year was a pretty relaxing one - just kind of loafing around the apartment, and living off the money I'd received for my high school graduation presents, and hanging with Adam. Well, there was one incident that was a little embarrassing - maybe even more than a "little." Adam and I had gone swimming at the community pool and I'd worn a cute little two-piece suit that I had been given for a modeling assignment. And as usual I had popped two B-cup breast forms into the top as I pulled it on so that it looked like I really "had something up there", and to make the top fit properly. OK. Now I have to digress for a minute and tell you that Adam has more of an athletic build than I do - oh, I don't mean that he's built like a football player or a wrestler or anything, but he has wider shoulders that taper down to a narrow waist, and he's not muscle bound or anything, but nicely developed. And when he walks he just looks like he's well coordinated and has a good sense of balance. And me? Well, I'm not an exact opposite of Adam but I'm about six inches shorter than Adam, and slimmer and without any well-defined muscles and with a softer physique. And coordination? Well, forget it. Oh I can dance and stuff like that without tripping over my own feet but forget about playing any team sports. So anyway, we'd been at the pool for a couple of hours and Adam was diving, using both the low and the high boards, and he was trying to teach me how to dive. The low board wasn't too bad - it was probably only about two feet above the water and it was almost impossible to do anything really stupid on it. And after a little coaching I could do a forward dive from it - none of the fancy flips that Adam could do, but I could generally get into the water without embarrassing myself. But then Adam talked me into trying the high board. Now the high board was probably only about ten feet above the water but after I'd climbed up the ladder to get to the diving board, it looked like it was a mile down to the water and I'm thinking, "Ohmygod, how did I let Adam talk me into this? I'm going to kill myself." I was going to turn around and climb back down off the high board but there were several kids on the ladder waiting for me to dive so they could get up on the board, and I just knew that everyone in the pool was watching, me and I couldn't admit how scared I was. So after hesitating for what seemed like hours but was probably less than half a minute, I walked slowly to the end of the high board, closed my eyes, and stepped off into space. Now I'd seen younger kids to this and they just plummeted straight down, hit the water feet first, and shot under the surface without making much of a splash. But I guess I'd done something wrong because I entered the water leaning forward a little. It wasn't a real belly flop or anything, but the impact with the water felt like someone had punched me in the chest and I was a little dazed. But I had the presence of mind to keep my mouth closed and when I floated back to the surface I dog paddled over to the side of the pool and climbed up the ladder, eager to lie to Adam about how much I had enjoyed it. I walked up to Adam and was about to say, "See, that wasn't too bad, a little more help from you and I might get pretty good at this", when I realized that Adam was staring down at my chest. I looked down and after a second or two realized that I didn't have a right breast any more - well, technically I had never had a right breast - but the breast form that had filled out the right side of the top of my swimming suit was nowhere to be seen and the wet fabric of the cup on that side was pasted flat against my chest. Just about that time I heard some giggling behind me and I turned around and saw some of the younger kids staring at something floating in the water under the high board. It looked kind of like a flesh-colored piece of plastic or something. Oh My God! It looked like my BREAST FORM. It WAS my breast form! Adam quickly wrapped his towel around my upper body and nonchalantly dove into the pool, retrieved the breast form while the kids were laughing and giggling, got out of the pool and handed it to me so I could go into the Girl's Dressing Room and put it back into my top with as much privacy as possible. Adam and I spent another couple of hours at the pool that day, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and occasionally looking at each other and smiling and giggling a little about my experience, but after that I never jumped from the high board again. Could have been that my summer was a little too relaxing. In my senior year in high school I had been getting a modeling call about once every month - but in the three months since graduation I haven't gotten a single call. Probably things are just slow in the summer - I hope. Eventually, Mom put a call in to my agent and he said that he'd check things out and get back to us. My agent? Oh, at the beginning of my senior year in high school I had signed up with an agent. It was getting to be a hassle talking to the clothing designer, and the photographer, and the video studio and all. And they were all like, "Well Robin, we know that it's late but we need you to cut class for the next two days for a photo shoot, and by the way we need you to change to a redhead for this assignment", and crap like that. So Mom checked around and found this agent who represented a number of other teenage models and we drove over to his office after school one day to talk with him. That part was really embarrassing because he thought that I was a "real" girl and Mom kept dropping hints that the guy just wasn't picking up on. Finally she just blurted out, "Maury, let me come to the point. Robin may look and act like a girl, but physically she, oops, I mean he, is really a boy." And I'm just sinking down into my chair and blushing with embarrassment as Maury stares at me. But after a second or so he just said, "No problem, but thanks for letting me know", and we went on with the discussions. Anyway, we ended up signing a contract with him, and he did take a 20% cut of all my earnings, but it was real relief to Mom for him to take over all the negotiations. And it turns out that he negotiated a higher rate for me so that even with his 20%, we made more money! Man, talk about having a love-hate relationship. No, I'm not talking about with another person. I'm talking about a part of my body - specifically my dick. The love part? Well it sure is nice to have it to play with when I'm in bed at night or in the shower in the morning. The hate part? Well, its size and the way it looks. Like, when I was in the 8th grade it was small enough that I could stick it back down between my legs and cover it up with my panties and kind of, like, pretend that it didn't exist - except when I wanted to play with it, of course. But during my high school years it got larger - I guess that's a normal part of going through puberty - and now it's about five inches long, and maybe an inch or so longer than that when I've been playing with it. And when I get out of the shower in the morning and look at myself in the mirror while I'm toweling off, I can see this big thing flopping back and forth between my legs, and man, does that look gross. When I get dressed I can still stick it back between my legs like I used to but it's a lot harder these days because of its size. Hah! I can remember one modeling session in my senior year in high school when I had to keep it tucked back between my legs the whole session, and it was getting kind of irritated and that made it get bigger, and that made it even more difficult to keep back between my legs, and the modeling session lasted seven hours, and by the end of the session my crotch was so sore that I could hardly walk from the studio to my Mom's car and the next day it felt like a horse had kicked me in the crotch and I was all black and blue "down there." So these days I don't tuck it back between my legs nearly as much because of the discomfort, and I have to put up with looking at the big ugly bulge it makes in the front of my panties. I was a little nervous about registration at the community college last week. You know - the part where you get to the "Sex?" part of the paperwork? Well, I just took a deep breath and checked "F" and handed my paperwork to the nice grandmother-looking lady at the Registrar's desk and waited. She took a minute or so to scan through all my paperwork and then handed me the form I needed for my photo id card and said, "You're all set Miss. Now you need to go to room D-7 for your photo id." I'd taken some extra time with my hair and makeup that morning, and I'd gotten a nice tan over the summer, but the first photo they shot of me looked really awful - like, the lighting made it look like I had bags under my eyes. I complained loudly and they grudgingly agreed to adjust the lighting and take a second shot and that came out a lot better. So now my photo id card from the community college has a very attractive photo of me on it - and it identifies me as a girl! Whoopee! Damn, I wish getting a driver's license had been as easy - I just failed my driving test for the fourth time! Oh, the written test wasn't too bad, I had that part down pat and usually scored 100% on that part of the test. But the driving test? Oh man, I screwed that up really bad - again! I could never get the hang of smoothly starting and stopping, and in the 3-point turn I ran up over the curb, and then I almost ran through a stop sign and I had to slam on the brakes at the last moment and come to a screeching stop half way out into the intersection. I think the instructor was getting a little nervous as he kept saying things like, "Now Miss, you don't have to go this fast", and "Do you see that car ahead of us", and finally, "Well, that's enough for now. Why don't you switch places with me and let me drive back to the office." At that point I realized that I'd blown it - again - and I began to cry a little - and he offered me his handkerchief but it looked like he'd used it so I turned him down. Oh well, at least we live on a bus line and I can take that to my classes at the community college. And whenever Adam's in town and we go out he'll drive, of course. And Mom's pretty good about taking me to the mall and stuff like that. Guess maybe God didn't mean for me to have a driver's license. Well, over the Christmas holidays Adam and I did something that we'd never done before - I gave him a hand job! Like, I really liked Adam and he really liked me and we had been dating pretty steadily ever since our last years in high school. But our dates never involved much more than snuggling up to each other, and Adam holding me in his arms, and a lot of kissing of course. But one night we were down in the basement rec room in his parent's house, alone and watching a DVD, and I was snuggled up against Adam and I had my head on his shoulder and he was stroking my hair and I just felt so relaxed, and warm and comfortable. And then ..... and then I happened to glance down at his crotch and he had this big bulge in his jeans. And I started thinking about what was making that big bulge ..... and I don't know why I did it but I slowly slid my left hand over and laid it on his bulge. Oh man, it felt so warm and hard and after a minute or so it swelled up some more and got even harder. And I began to rub it slowly and gently and Adam began to breathe a little faster. And after a couple of more minutes, I whispered to Adam, "Uh, is it okay if, you know, if I, like, touch you? I'll be gentle", and Adam just leaned back a little on the couch and said softly, "Oh, yeah, go ahead." So I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his fly and exposed his Jockey briefs with the big bulge in them. I reached down and fondled him through his briefs and I could feel the shape of his dick through the cotton fabric. Man he was big! I gently rubbed his dick through his briefs, and traced the outline of his dick with my fingers, and ran my fingernails up and down its length. After a couple of minutes of this I could tell that something might be getting ready to happen as Adam was breathing really fast now and moving his body a little under my hand and there was a wet spot on his briefs where the end of his dick was. So I pulled down the waistband of his briefs and his dick popped out. Man, it must have been at least six inches long and when I put my hand around it I could feel its heat and the blood pulsing through a vein along its top. I began to stroke it slowly and then faster and faster and harder and harder and all of a sudden Adam thrust his hips up and let out a groan and two big squirts of thick white liquid shot out of it and got all over his shirt and my hand. Neither of us said anything but we just sat there with me snuggled up against him and I kept my hand down in his crotch and played with his dick, all covered with the sticky liquid, as it slowly shrank down and got softer. Wow, I don't know who enjoyed that more, me or Adam. But after that first night, whenever we go out on a date unless it's to a place where we have no privacy, I'll usually give him a hand job. Adam's offered to return the favor a couple of times but I gently turned him down. Somehow, the idea of him playing with my thing was kind of a turn- off. Got a call from my agent a couple of weeks ago and he asked me and Mom to come over to his office and talk to him about a couple of things. I hoped that it was about some new modeling assignments as I hadn't had any since just before Christmas and that was three months ago. So anyway, when we got there we chatted about some odds and ends and then he dropped the bombshell - my modeling career might be nearing an end! I guess my eyes got really big and I looked like I was going to cry because he said, "Robin, calm down, it's not anything that you did wrong. It's just that tastes in models change from year to year and your body style just isn't in demand these days." "But what's wrong with my body style", I asked. "Well, the advertisers today are looking for models with a, well, with a 'fuller' figure that can show a little cleavage", he replied. I thought about that for a couple of seconds and then asked, "Bigger breast forms. Why can't I just use bigger breast forms? Won't that take care of it?" "No", he said, "That would certainly make your figure fuller, but it won't help with the cleavage. Nobody wants to look at fake cleavage produced by a breast form." I guess at that point I lost it and I broke out in tears and started sobbing. Mom was trying to comfort me and Maury is rolling his eyes and looking at me with this expression on his face that says, "Damn emotional bitches." Eventually Mom got me quieted down and she and Maury talked for a couple of minutes and then we got up to leave. That was when Maury said, "You know, I'm not sure whether I should mention this or not, and I suspect that you won't be thrilled with the idea, but there is one thing that you could do to restart your modeling career ......", and he let his voice drift off. I jerked to a halt, turned around to face Maury and asked, "What? What are you talking about?" "Cosmetic surgery", he replied. "Like getting my nose fixed? Or what are you talking about? I'm confused", I said. "Breast implants", he replied, and then continued, "Now don't go getting all upset again, but many of the boys, girls, men and women whom I represent have cosmetic surgery at some point in their careers - it's very common. Now, here's the business card of a very reputable cosmetic surgeon. Why don't you go home, think it over, and if you think you might be interested, give him a call. I understand the first consultation is free." Man, I was almost in shock at the point. First I was told that my modeling career was over. And then I was told that breast implants might restart it. Breast Implants? Surgery? Mom just took the card and we headed toward our car in the parking lot. I was quiet on most of the drive home and then I turned to Mom and asked, "What do you think?" "It's your decision she replied. It's a question of how important your modeling career is to you. The surgery might not help at all. But on the positive side, I hear that it can be reversed", she replied. Man, way too much to think about. I was silent for the rest of the ride and when we got home I just went up to my room and spent the rest of the day browsing through some fashion magazines. I didn't sleep too well that night. I kept tossing and turning and waking up. I had a bunch of dreams that I couldn't really remember but I did remember part of one dream where I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, undressed, and with my arms up in the air as I turned around and admired my breasts - my "real" breasts. As I walked into the kitchen in my white lace nightie the next morning I looked at Mom and said, "Call the Doc." Actually the consultation wasn't too bad. Dr. Sherrill was a nice old guy and it didn't seem like he thought that it was strange that I wanted breast implants. He explained the procedure to me, the risks, and the recovery time - and of course the cost! He explained the options for nipple placement, the types of implants and the range of sizes. At first I was, like, "Man, I want these mothers to be huge", but he talked me out of that. After he'd examined me he showed me a bunch of before-and- after photos and convinced me that B-cup was the right size for my height and slim build. At the end of the session he thanked me for coming in and told me that once I'd made up my mind, one way or the other, to let him know. "I've made up my mind", I said, "How soon can you do it?" He checked his schedule and gave me a date just over two weeks in the future. Man, I was committed! As the date for the surgery drew near I was getting more and more nervous. I wasn't supposed to eat any solid food the day before the "procedure" which was okay with me because I spent the whole day throwing up, I was so nervous. The funny thing is that I don't remember much about the procedure. I remember being taken into what looked like a nicely decorated Dentist's office and being asked to strip down to my underwear and then sit down in the chair. Then a nurse reclined the chair and put a sheet over my lower body and then put in an IV in a vein on my arm and I don't remember anything from that point till the next day. Mom told me that I was really funny on the ride home because I got involved in this long discussion of why Saturday was so much better a day than Sunday, and I kept repeating the discussion over and over, and finally she told me to shut up, and then I cried because I loved Saturday so, so, so much and hated Sunday. When I woke up the next day I was still a little groggy and my chest was really sore. I couldn't see any of the doctor's handiwork because my whole chest was covered with gauze bandages and some sort of tightly fitting support band. Mom got me out of bed and had me walk around and by the end of the day I wasn't feeling too badly except for the soreness and a little headache. Four days after the procedure, Mom took me back to the doctor's office and the bandages were removed and Dr. Sherrill looked at everything and said I was in great shape. Then he gave me a hand mirror so I could see the result. OH MY GOD - they looked horrible. There was a lot of bruising and discoloration (which I had been told to expect) - but they didn't look like real breasts - they looked like someone had cut a grapefruit in half and stuck the two halves on my chest. I didn't have breasts, I had these two half-round things. Dr. Sherrill laughed at my expression and told me that was normal, that after about four weeks that things would have settled and stretched and they would look like normal breasts. "Man, they better", I thought, "Or somebody's going to get sued." Then Dr. Sherrill put a support bra on me and told me that I could go home, but no showers for a week. A week later I came back and got the stitches out. OUCH! I had to admit that they looked better - my breasts, not the stitches, silly. The black and blue bruises had faded to a light yellow-brownish color, and my breasts looked, well, more like breasts than they had right after the procedure - not perfect yet, but a whole lot better. And I saw something else that I hadn't noticed before. Apparently Dr. Sherrill had "improved" my nipples. Like, before the surgery my nipples had been these flat brown "boy's nipples." They were still brown but now they were over an inch in diameter and looked a little puffy and soft where they stuck out a half inch from my breasts. "Man, they're really cute", I thought. At the end of the visit, Dr. Sherrill told me that as long as I didn't have any problems that I didn't need to come in again - he just told me to be very careful of my breasts for the next month, and not to engage in any strenuous physical activity - such as heavy lifting. Man he didn't have to tell me that! I was still a little sore and it hurt to lift my arms above shoulder height. [Sophomore year] Actually, the timing of the plastic surgery had worked out well - just after classes at the community college ended for the summer, and before the weather got really warm and humid when all the bandages would have been uncomfortable. By the end of June I was feeling pretty much back to normal, and Dr. Sherrill had been right - everything had "settled and stretched" and my breasts now looked really nice. Well, "really nice" isn't the word for them - they're beautiful! They hang down just a little on my chest and the way I can feel their weight shifting around on my chest when I walk around or bend over is sooooo cool. I was taking a shower the other morning and I got them all soaped up and started rubbing them and playing with them and that felt so good that my thing got all hard and I had to reach down and play with it to make it get soft again. Mom got on my case for not wearing a bra and I tried to explain to her how good it felt to have them bobbing around on my chest but she showed me the stretch marks on her breasts and told me that I'd develop the same marks on my breasts if I didn't wear a bra so I reluctantly agreed. So, shortly after that Mom made an appointment to go in and talk with Maury. I dressed relatively conservatively for the meeting - jeans and a pair of open-toes white sandals - except for my blouse. I picked out one of my white blouses that had very sheer fabric, and to tell the truth it really was one size too small for me. I didn't wear a bra and left the top several buttons undone so that my breasts were straining against the thin fabric and a little cleavage was showing in the open top of the blouse. So, Mom and I walked in to Maury's office and I just sat down in a chair across from his desk and didn't say anything about my breasts - just started chatting about modeling careers and stuff like that. At one point I leaned way forward so that he could see down into my blouse and then later I leaned back and stretched my arms back behind my head so that my breasts really looked like they were going to burst through the thin fabric of my blouse. Finally, Maury interrupted and said, "Robin, I hate to interrupt this really interesting discussion but I have the feeling that you didn't come here to talk about careers. It looks like there might have been some 'changes' recently?" And I blushed as he continued, "Why don't you take off your blouse so I can get a good look at what you're obviously so proud of. Don't worry, you're not going to show me anything that I haven't seen on hundreds of other models." Even though he had tried to reassure me I was still pretty embarrassed as I stood up and took off my blouse. I mean, it was one thing to dress so that my breasts were showing through my blouse but it was something else to strip in front of a man so that they were fully exposed. But I got my blouse off, and turned around in front of him and then cupped my breasts with my hands and lifted them up and then let them settle back down on my chest, and then bounced a little on my toes so that they jiggled and swayed (my breasts, not my toes). "Very nice. Very natural", Maury said, "Do you like them?" "Oh yes", I gushed. "Well, that's always good", he said, "And by the way a modeling request just came in that I think might be right for you", and he handed me a form. I looked at the form and asked, "Modeling bras?" "Sure", he said, "With your new 'equipment' you're perfect for the job." As we were leaving Maury's office I asked Mom to drop me off at Adam's house. "Dressed the way you are", she asked? "Yeah, sure, I'll give him a treat", I said. Mom just rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she did drop me off at Adam's. Adam was washing his car in the driveway when Mom dropped me off. Now, I've got to tell you that I hadn't said anything to Adam about my "procedure" so the whole thing was a surprise to him. "Hey Adam", I said as I walked up behind him. He glanced back over his shoulder for a second and then continued washing his car as he just said, "Hey Robin." But after about five seconds he wheeled around and his eyes were really big and his jaw had dropped as he stared at my chest as he stammered, " But what? When? Are? Are they real? And how? But. Ohmygod Robin you've got tits! " And he completely forgot about washing his car and dropped the hose he had been holding and it was thrashing around on the ground from the force of the water spraying out of it and one pass of it sprayed me squarely on the chest so now my blouse is sopping wet and nearly transparent and firmly molded to my body so that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, was left to the imagination, and I squealed and jumped back from the spray of water and that made my breasts bounce up and down, and all of a sudden Adam let out a groan and shoved his right hand down into his cutoffs and I could tell that he was moving his erection around to make it less painful, and then he gave a little gasp and I could tell that he had just ejaculated into his cutoffs, and the whole scene was sooo funny that I burst out laughing. So anyway, Adam got the hose turned off and we went into the house and he loaned me one of his shirts to replace my sopping blouse and he put on a clean pair of cutoffs and I told him the whole story over a couple of Cokes and some warmed-up pizza. And eventually he gave me a ride home. And the funniest thing was that I had heard some girls complain about how guys, even though they were talking to the girls, wouldn't be looking at their face but would be staring down at their chest as they talked. Now I had never really had that happen to me but I swear that for the whole time I was with Adam that afternoon I don't think he looked at my face for more than fifteen seconds! The bra modeling session several weeks later went well - it was actually kind of fun as I got to try on a bunch of different types of bras that I had heard about, or seen advertisements for in my magazines, or seen in stores - but which I never would have thought of buying before. Why? Well, there was the demi-cup bra that allowed the upper part of your breasts to show above the cups, and then there was this "Miracle Bra" that squeezed your breasts together and made them look like they were one cup size larger and showed off a lot of cleavage - and neither of those would have worked for me before - I mean, who wants to show off a pair of breast forms? But now that I really had something to work with - man did they look great on me! I guess the only embarrassing part of the session was that since I hadn't worn some of the different kinds of the bras before, I wasn't sure how to adjust them on my body and how to fit my breasts into them to look the most attractive (forget "attractive", I really mean "sexy") and the photographer had to help me. I guess it was nothing special for him as he did it all the time but at first it felt really strange to me to feel a strange guy's hands on my breasts as he helped me into the bras and got my breasts properly seated in the cups. And then after awhile it actually began to feel pretty good to feel his hands on me. And a little later it began to feel really good - and you can guess what happened then. So by the end of the session my thing was really hard and stiff and I had to squeeze my legs together really hard to keep it from popping out from between them and "tenting" out the skirt that I'd put on that morning. And when I walked out of the studio at the end of the session I was kind of, like, bent over a little and with my legs pressed together as I walked and the photographer looked at me a little funny but he didn't say anything. I got in the back seat of the car instead of riding up front with Mom - I told her that I was tired and had a headache and wanted to lie down on the back seat. While she was occupied with her driving, I let my thing "out" and played with it till it got soft again and wiped myself off with a small package of Kleenex I carried in my purse. Of course now that I had a better figure I had to make some additions to my wardrobe. Before I had the implants my tight-fitting tops could emphasize the shape of the breast forms that filled my bras, but they really couldn't reveal any of my chest. I had tried on a couple of sun dresses that were cut a little lower that the rest of my clothes and all they did was reveal the tops of my bras. But now that I wasn't worried about revealing my breast forms I could wear bras that were cut lower and revealed the upper part of my breasts, and I even got a pushup bra that revealed an even greater amount of soft flesh above the bra. I tried the sun dresses again and was pleased to see how they now showed a little of the upper part of my breasts and that was sooo cool. I got Mom to take me to the Victoria's Secret store at the mall and blew over $250 from my last modeling session on dresses, bra tops and tees that revealed and emphasized my new breasts. Pretty soon I'm going to have to make a decision as to what I want to do next school year. I'm more than half way through the second year of my Independent Studies program and while I've actually done pretty well on grades and accumulated a number of credit hours, the courses I've taken are such a strange mixture that they won't count toward a particular degree. I went to the movies with Adam last night and after the movie we went to a neighborhood bar and got a booth in the corner and he had a beer (several, actually) and I had a glass of white wine (several, actually) and we started talking about college and stuff like that and I asked him what he thought I should do and he told me that his school offers a degree in Fashion Design and Merchandising, and I said that sounded kind of interesting, and we agreed that sometime in the next couple of weeks he'd pick me up on a weekend and drive me over to his school and give me a tour of the campus and let me talk to some of the instructors in the FDM courses. Of course by the time he was into his third beer he had one of his hands up under my T-shirt and was playing with my breasts - which would have been really embarrassing except that the lighting in our corner was pretty dim and I don't think anyone except the barmaid who brought our drinks noticed - and I don't think she cared what we did as long as we didn't make a lot of noise. Finally Adam whispered in my ear, "Can I play with you? Please?" It took me a few seconds to figure out what he meant but by then the wine had kicked in and I thought, "What the fuck - if it will make him happy", so I shifted around a little in the booth and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and reached down and freed my thing from my panties. So I'm sitting there in the booth with this hard thing sticking up a half foot from my crotch and Adam is getting all excited about rubbing it for me and I figured that if he was going to have some fun, I might as well too, so I reached over and unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock and started playing with that. Just then the barmaid came over with another round of drinks and saw us sitting back in the booth - playing with each other. She looked at what Adam was holding in his hand, and then she looked up at me, and then back down at Adam's hand, and then back up at me, and then just set the drinks down on the table and walked away shaking her head. I'm not sure Adam and I are going to go back to that bar again! The tour of the campus of Adam's college was pretty interesting. I hadn't seen the place before but had heard that it was kind of rundown and grungy. Not True! Most of the buildings were nice and modern and well kept up. And the FDM staff people that I talked to were really nice and seemed interested in me and explained how they thought most of my credits from the community college would transfer. So, while I wasn't making a commitment, I did pick up an application to take home, fill out and mail in. Adam has an off-campus apartment and he asked me if I wanted to spend the night before driving home - I could tell what was on his mind. I wasn't too sure whether I wanted to do that and after I saw his apartment I was REALLY sure that I didn't want to spend the night. It smelled like sweat and beer and there were dirty clothes spread around on the floor and dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. I didn't say anything to Adam but I thought to myself, "Yeah, a typical male 'cave.'" A couple of days after the visit to Adam's college, I gat a call from Maury. He told me that a cosmetics firm was interested in using me as a model for a new line of lipsticks they were planning on bringing to the market. Sounded good to me so I said, "Sure. How soon do they want to do the shoot?" "Well", Maury replied, "There's just one condition. They feel that your lips are a little, well, thin and should be fuller to show off their products to best advantage. If you want the assignment you'll have to have your lips augmented." "Augmented", I asked, "Like implants?" I was thinking of all I had to go through for my breasts and while I was happy with those results I didn't want to go through a procedure like that for just my lips. "I don't know how it's done", Maury said, "But I know it's a fairly common procedure and I don't think it involves too much. I can hold off giving them an answer for a week. Why don't you check it out and get back to me, one way or the other, before then." So it was off to Dr. Sherrill again. He explained that there are a number of options for lip augmentation, ranging from collagen injections which only last a couple of months, to various implants. He made it sound like even the implants weren't a big deal so I asked when he could do them and he told me to come back in two days. Since this was my second time with the Doc I wasn't as nervous as I had been the first time - no throwing up the day before. And the procedure really wasn't too bad. It was done under a local anesthetic and afterwards my lips were a little swollen and numb for a couple of days but the whole thing really wasn't much worse than a trip to the dentist. After the swelling went down and I could get a better idea of their final appearance, I had to admit that the Doc had done a great job - well, maybe just a teenie weenie too great of a job. My upper lip was soft and curvy and about twice the size it had been before. My bottom lip? Well it was at least four times as big as it had been before and it stuck out beyond my upper lip so that I had a permanent pout. "Angelina Jolie you're history", I thought. I was a little nervous about whether the cosmetics firm would think I had overdone the augmentation but they loved it. The whole shoot took over a week because they wanted to try all the different shades of lipstick, gloss, stains and pencils in their new product line. They even wanted to have shots of me using their lip plumpers but that made me look a little over the top. They paired the different colors of the lip products with different eye treatments and different hair styles and different lighting "moods" so the whole shoot was the longest one I had ever done. [Junior year] This time I'd told Adam in advance of the procedure but he was in the midst of finals at his college and we couldn't get together till a week after the shoot. As usual, I had brought home literally bags of sample lip products from the shoot and with a week's worth of practice had gotten pretty good at applying them myself. I had applied a bright pink lipstick with a sparkle gloss that really emphasized the size of my lips and drew attention to them for my date with Adam. When he picked my up at my apartment to take me out to dinner he got a big smile when he saw my lips and said, "Wow! Are they beautiful. Do I get to try them out sometime?" "How about right now", I said as I leaned over and gave him a big wet kiss. After dinner, when we had left the restaurant and were in Adam's car in the parking lot, Adam was getting ready to start the engine when I reached over and gently removed his hand from the ignition key and whispered, "Not just yet, I haven't had any dessert." "Dessert", Adam asked, "I don't know what you're talking about." "I'll show you", I said as I reached down and gave his crotch a little rub. I had Adam recline his seat as I unfastened his jeans, unzipped them and reached into his briefs and gently pulled out his cock. I'd been thinking about what I wanted to do all day and when I finally got my hands around his cock I was so excited that I kept having to tell myself to slow down and take it easy. I bent down and put my head down into Adam's crotch and began to lick his cock - up and down its shaft and head. Adam was moaning a little with pleasure at that point and when I had him nicely moistened, I took him in my mouth and began going up and down on him - rubbing him with my large soft lips. As I moved my lips over the tip of his cock and sucked on him a little Adam began to move a little in his seat and I could taste a little liquid coming from his cock. I moved back down on him, taking him deeper and deeper into me till I could feel him rubbing against the back of my throat and I began to kiss and suck on his cock even harder. Finally Adam spasmed and I could feel jets of hot liquid filling my mouth and squirting down my throat. I sucked as hard as I could and kept licking, kissing and sucking on his cock as it slowly shrunk back to its normal size. Finally, removing my face from his crotch, I straightened up and asked, "So, how do you like my new lips", as I licked his semen off of them. Adam's started referring to my breasts as "the twins" which seems kind of dumb to me but he seems to get a kick out of it so I don't object. I'd gotten my acceptance into the FDM program at Adam's college several weeks ago and I finally got around to sending in the paperwork to begin the enrollment process. Adam had been hinting that I should move into his apartment with him but I had resisted - that is, until I found out the cost of room and board on the campus. So I agreed to move in with him but on one condition - Mom and I got to completely clean and redecorate his apartment before classes started. I think Adam was a little nervous about what we were going to do to "his" apartment, and probably rightfully so, but he reluctantly turned the keys over to us and Mom and I spent a week fixing it up. We threw out all the trash and junk, shampooed the carpets (found out that they were really tan instead of brown), threw all of the food out of the refrigerator and cleaned the mold off the inside walls and door, completely cleaned and scrubbed everything in the kitchen, and got new bedding for both bedrooms - tan for him and pink and white for me. Even then it still didn't look the way we thought it should so we decided to repaint the ceilings and walls. We moved all the furniture into the middle of the rooms, covered it with drop cloths and repainted the ceilings - wow, did that make a difference to have them white instead of gray - really brightened the rooms up. Then we painted the walls a light off-white color and that brightened up the rooms even more. I think it was hard for Mom as we approached the end of the work as she realized that I was going to be moving out of the apartment for the first time in my life and she wouldn't have me around all the time - of course, that also meant that she wouldn't have to bug me about leaving my panties and bras on the bathroom floor after I took a shower. The day we finished painting the walls the weather was pretty warm and humid, and we had turned off the air conditioner and had the windows open to get rid of the paint smell and it was so hot in the apartment that both Mom and I had stripped down to our panties while we were painting. I had gotten a little careless when I was painting the walls with a roller and both of my breasts were now painted Antique White and Mom thought that looked so funny that she started laughing and that got me giggling and all of a sudden we stopped and just stood there and looked at each other as we realized that we wouldn't be living together any more and we both burst out crying and ran to each other and embraced and kissed while the tears rolled down our faces. Finally we both calmed down and, sniffling, broke off the embrace and backed away from each other. That was when I realized that where they had rubbed up against me, Mom's breasts were now Antique White as well. I said, "Oopsie, all of the twins got painted", before I realized that Mom would have no idea of what I meant. So I had to explain the reference to "the twins" to her and that got us laughing again as we finished the painting. Living with Adam was, well, different. Now it wasn't that Adam and I hadn't been, like, "intimate" with each other on occasion. But it was one thing to suck his cock on a date, and another thing entirely to be living in the same apartment with him. But after a couple of weeks we settled into a kind of routine where we both had our "spaces" in the apartment. The kitchen was pretty much my space. Our bedrooms were our individual spaces. Of course the living room was a shared space. And the shower? Well that was a shared space. The first time that I was taking a shower and Adam stepped in with me it sort of surprised me. I'd been shampooing my hair and I got soap in my eyes and that stung and I cried a little. But then I felt his hands moving over my soapy body and that made me feel a lot better. He stood behind me and snuggled up against me and reached around in front of me and cupped my breasts and fondled them and I reached back behind me and grabbed his cock and gave him a hand job at the same time he was tweaking my nipples. Sometimes he would face me and bend down a little and kiss my breasts and suck gently on my nipples as I stroked his cock. There were a couple of times when Adam reached down and began to stroke my thing but I brushed has hand away and asked him not to touch me there - I don't want to be reminded of what I look like down there. So, other than that, we both enjoyed sharing the shower. Got a call from Maury several weeks ago. Seems like the company that I modeled the bras for last year wants me to model their latest designs. And yeah, you guessed it, they were wondering whether I'd mind getting my breasts "augmented" a little as my B-cups were just a little on the small size - their opinion, not mine. Man, I was getting really tired of these people asking me to have things done to my body. Like, I was generally happy with the results, but it was still kind of annoying to be asked to make the changes. And I remembered the pain and discomfort that I had gone through for my first set of breast implants. So I was going to turn down the latest request till Maury told me that they had agreed to pay for the procedure, and a big "bonus" on top of that. Well, I'm never one to pass on a few extra $, in this case much more than a "few" actually, so I told Maury that I'd check with Dr. Sherrill and get back to him - and in fact I'd been thinking about talking to the Doc on a different subject for some time now. As I sat in his office, Dr. Sherrill explained that increasing the size of my implants from a B-cup to a C-cup or even a D-cup was much less complicated than the initial procedure as the saline implants that he had inserted could be increased in volume without removing them and that all that was required was a small incision and then a couple of week period as my now larger breasts settled and stretched to accommodate the larger implants. Sounded good to me. Then I brought up the other subject. "Okay Doc, I'm good on the implants but, uh, there's um something else that I uh, wanted to ask you about. I uh, was wondering about whether something could be done to uh, get rid of some of this uh, 'stuff' down here", and I pointed to my crotch. So we had a long discussion about what could be done, or not done - anything from removing my penis, to removing my penis, testicles and scrotum, to removing everything and then constructing an artificial vagina. The first two were relatively simple but the last option involved more major surgery and a longer recovery. He also cautioned me to think carefully before making any decisions as what I was contemplating was not reversible - once it was done, it couldn't be undone. So he'd given me a lot to think about, but before I left the office he did schedule me for the procedure on my implants - eight days in the future. Maury was happy when I told him that I'd agreed to the company's request and that I'd be ready for a photo session anytime after about three or four weeks. When I told Adam that I was going to have my breast implants increased in size, he immediately asked me how "big" I was going to get. I replied that anything larger than a C-cup would be out of proportion to my slim build and I could tell by the look on his face that my answer wasn't what he had hoped for. "Okay, are you going to tell me what's bothering you or are you just going to pout all day", I asked him. Finally, after a lot of hemming and hawing Adam told me that he'd hoped that I'd go up to at least a D-cup. "A D-cup", I asked, "Do you know how big that would make me look", and I held my hands out in front of me to show how huge I'd look with D-cups. Adam grinned and said, "Looks good to me." I just told him that I'd think about it. I called Maury the next day and recounted to him the gist of the discussion that Adam and I had the previous day and asked his opinion about whether a D-cup would be too big. "Well", Maury said, "You've got to decide which 'look' you're going for. I think that you could handle a D-cup but remember that you're going to draw a lot more attention to yourself - your bust in particular - and if that's okay with you, then go for it." Man did Adam brighten up when I told him that I had decided on a D-cup instead of the C-cup I had first been thinking of. The Doc was right, increasing the size of my implants was a lot easier than the original procedure. He did it under a local anesthetic and after resting in his office for an hour after the procedure Adam was able to drive me back to our apartment. As with the first time, I was pretty bandaged up and had on a support bra - along with the usual instructions about not bathing for a week, no strenuous exercise, and all the other precautions. But I'll tell you, I was beginning to have second thoughts about going all the way up to the D-cup. Now, some of it was probably the thickness of the bandages, but they stuck out about five inches from my chest and I could only get the bottom couple of buttons on my blouse buttoned. And when I went to get up out of the operating chair I almost stumbled and the Doc had to help me - I wasn't prepared for all the added weight on my chest. Well, at least Adam was happy - when I came out of the procedure area into the Waiting Room where he was waiting for me and as he looked at my bandaged chest his eyes got really wide and he got this huge smile on his face. "Don't look so happy", I said to him, "You're paying for all the new clothes that I'll have to buy because my old ones won't fit me any more." He just shrugged as we left the office. As he was holding the door for me to get into his car I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "The twins got all growed up, but you can't play with them for a couple of weeks. But I can think of something else to pass the time", and I reached down and rubbed his crotch. There wasn't much bruising or soreness the second time, but it took longer for everything to "adjust" as the volume of my implants had increased so much. But by three weeks after the procedure, things had pretty much settled into place. Actually, "settled" isn't the right word as my new breasts didn't hang much lower on my chest that my old ones - they were just a lot fuller and more rounded - and they stuck out almost five inches in front of me - well, 4.78" to be exact - Adam the engineer measured them! Even when I put on one of my looser blouses my new breasts really tented out the front. During my post-op checkup Doc said that there would be a little settling lower on my chest over the next six months but that they would always project about four inches. And Maury had been right when he said that I'd draw a lot of attention to my bust line. With my trim build and projecting breasts I sure turned heads when I was out in public. Now, some of the attention was okay but when Adam bought me a tight tee-shirt that said "Look At My Chest When I'm Talking To You" I thought that was going a little too far. At the photo shoot, I was a little afraid that the photographer would turn me down for the job because of the size of my breasts but when I walked into his studio his eyes got big as he stared at my chest, and when I stripped in preparation for trying on the first bra I heard him whisper, "Spectacular", to himself. The only problem was that he had to call the manufacturer and tell them that he needed an overnight shipment of a number of new bras - in D-cup size because half of the bras that he had planned on using wouldn't fit me. Like, I, uh, tried on one of the C-cup bras and my breasts were bulging out the sides, top and bottom of the cups - definitely not the kind of photo that you'd want to run in an advertisement. Man, caught in the swimming pool last week. That was embarrassing. It had been an early spring night and both Adam and I were caught up on our studies, and there wasn't much interesting on cable that night, and we were both kind of bored hanging around the apartment and we'd been out drinking the night before so we didn't want to do that again so soon. So around 9pm or so we decided to hike over to the campus athletic building and go for a swim in the pool - they have open swim every night from 8pm till 10pm. So we got over there and got into our swimwear and were just horsing around in the pool, doing cannonballs and belly flops, and just generally having a good time. There aren't usually a lot of other folks in the open swim time and that night we had the pool to ourselves and we probably got, well, uh, a little "carried away." I kept looking at Adam's athlete's body, and checking the bulge in his Speedos and his nice tight little ass. And I had put on one of my smaller bikinis and I noticed that Adam kept looking at how my breasts were bulging out of the bikini top. And, well, one thing led to another and pretty soon Adam came up behind me underwater and pulled off my bikini top, and then I turned around and grabbed his Speedo and pulled that down and then he tore off the bottom of my bikini. And we were kissing and rubbing our bodies up against each other underwater, and then I pulled away and jumped out of the pool and ran, squealing, away from Adam as he chased me with his huge erection poking out in front of him and my thing was all big and sticking out in front of me as well. And then Adam caught up to me and grabbed me and we stood on the side of the pool, kissing, and I had my hand down rubbing his cock and he was playing with my breasts. And then we heard someone else come into the pool area. Well, not just "someone", but a group of guys from one of the campus fraternities. Adam and I separated a little and I've still got my hand on his cock and we're standing there, kind of like, in shock or something, looking at these guys staring at us. And they're checking me out, looking at my breasts, and then at my thing, and back at my breasts, and then at my hand on Adam's cock and all of a sudden the whole situation was just way, way too weird for me and I couldn't control myself and my thing shot out several jets of white liquid and Adam gasped and his cock squirted all over me, and the fraternity guys started laughing and I burst out in tears and grabbed up a towel and covered myself as best as I could and ran, sobbing, out of the athletic building, and across the campus and back to our apartment, leaving behind me a trail of surprised students - gawking at the sight of my breasts and my thing, only partially covered up by the towel. So anyway, that embarrassment kind of made up my mind about something that I'd been thinking of for some time. Remember that old shaving cream commercial that went, "Take it off. Take it all off", well I called the Doc and told him that was what I wanted to do. Adam wasn't too happy with my decision - he got kind of turned on by playing with my thing and making it squirt. But I told him that I was tired of being embarrassed by it and wanted to get rid of it once and for all. [Senior year] I scheduled my surgery for shortly after classes were to end in May. This was more of a major surgery than the simple procedures that I'd had before and I had to check into the hospital. The following day I was taken to the operating room in mid-morning and put under a general anesthetic. When I awoke I was back in my room and really didn't feel too bad - in fact I felt pretty good - must have been the painkillers they had me on. My hospital stay was just over a week and after the first two days I was able to get out of bed and walk around - pulling the pole that held the bag that my catheter drained into, of course. There was a little pain and soreness as they reduced the painkillers but that wasn't too bad. The Doc removed the stitches and the catheter a week after the surgery and I was able to go back to our apartment the following day - with the usual cautions about not exercising, no lifting, no straining, and all that sort of stuff. After the Doc removed the stitches, I'd gotten my first real look at the results of the surgery. It didn't look like I'd have much of a scar and I was happy with the results - no thing, no balls, nothing down there but a tiny little slit that I could pee out of. "Man, I look so smooth and soft down there now", I remember thinking, "This is great!" Boy did my clothes fit me better now - I didn't have that big ugly bulge in my crotch, and I didn't have to worry about tucking my thing back between my legs to try to hide it. When I went to the outdoor pool on campus to work on my tan I could wear my tiny little bikini bottoms and actually spread my legs a little now that I didn't have to worry about keeping them pressed together to hide my thing. I pretty much spent the summer relaxing in our apartment or hanging out by the pool. I wasn't supposed to do any strenuous exercise for two months and I still tired easily as a result of the surgery. By the end of the summer I had a great tan and had even gained three pounds - I was up to 102. Before classes started, Adam and I went shopping and I followed through on my threat to have him pay for some new clothes. I don't know who was more excited about picking out tops that emphasized my larger breasts. I picked out a couple of sun dresses that were cut pretty low so that you could see the upper half of my breasts and as I walked you could see them wobble and jiggle. Adam picked out a couple of scoop-neck tees that were cut way down to just above the tops of my nipples. And he insisted that I get really light colors. "Why light colors", I asked him. "That's so when you go out in the sun, the shadows under your breasts will make them look even larger", he answered, continuing, "And you're the FDM major. Didn't they teach you anything?" "Oh go fuck yourself", I said, and stuck my tongue out at him. I also picked out several tees that didn't have low cut necks but which were fairly tight on me. And I don't care what Mom said about getting stretch marks - I really like the way it looks when I wear those tight tees with no bra and you can see my breasts jiggling and bouncing around under the fabric. Even though Adam had been against me having my last operation, now that he could see the results he was fascinated by how I looked now. When we're taking a shower together he'll usually ask me to let him wash me off "down there" and he'll take a long time soaping me up and rubbing and massaging me between my legs. He was even curious as to how I'd be able to pee without anything to hold on to so as to direct the flow. Actually, it wasn't much different than when I had something to hold on to - the stream of pee just shot forward and down - I just had to remember not to sit too close to the front of the toilet seat or the stream might hit the rim or shoot under the toilet seat and make a mess on the floor. But anyway, Adam kept asking me and bugging me so one morning when we were in the shower, I peed on his leg. "There. You satisfied? That's how I do it", I said as he scowled at me. As the school year wore on, I noticed that it was easier for me to gain weight now and I've begun to be more careful about what and how much I eat so that I won't gain too much weight. To the three pounds that I gained over the summer I've packed on more than ten more pounds and my weight is now up to 114 on my 5' 4" frame. That amount of weight gain doesn't bother me but I don't want to gain much more. The funny thing is that almost all of the weight that I've gained has been below my waist - in my thighs and my rear end. When I was toweling off after my shower the other day I noticed how my rear end really looks rounder and softer these days. If I thought that Adam liked to wash me and play with me "down there", he's even more turned on by playing with my ass and it gets a little embarrassing at times. Like, we'll be walking across campus and he'll reach down and start stroking my butt, or he'll slip one of his hands into my rear pocket and gently squeeze my cheek as we walk along. As you might guess, toward the end of our senior year in college there were a lot of parties. There was one in particular that I remember with anything but fond memories. About twenty couples had gathered for a cookout in a local park and after we'd finished chowing down on hamburgs and hotdogs and sat back to relax and finish off a few more beers - we ran out of beer. So some of the guys made a "beer run" and when they came back with the six-packs they brought along several liter bottles of cheap vodka. Well, beer was okay but I really liked vodka better so I started drinking shots of that, and was that a mistake. After an hour or so of that things started to get kind of hazy and I can't remember everything that happened. At some point I remember that some of the other girls thought it would be fun to have a wet tee shirt contest and I remember standing in a line with them and having some of the guys pour beer over us to wet us down. I don't remember who won but I do remember later on feeling really wet and sticky in my tee shirt so I took it off and then after a couple of more shots there was something about having to pee really bad and taking my jeans off, and I can't remember anything after that. I woke up the next afternoon, laying on the couch in our apartment, wearing only a skimpy white thong and with a really bad headache and smelling like I'd vomited on myself. I got up and almost made it to the bathroom before I tossed my cookies again. Adam was still asleep (passed out?) on his bed and we never did find out how we got back to the apartment. It took a couple of days before we started feeling half normal again. But the worst part? Well, I guess when I was really drunk someone had been snapping pictures using their cellphone and sending them all over campus. There was one photo of me, wearing only my thong and kneeling on the ground in front of Adam giving him a blow job. And there was another one of me, passed out face down on top of one of the picnic tables, again wearing only my thong and surrounded by liquor and beer bottles - the worst part of that photo was that it made my ass look really huge and fat. Oh man - never again! As graduation neared, Adam's plans to stay at school and purs