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Breasts of My Own? Part Two

by: Sandy Brown

View Story Details Read Reviews, Last Review 08/26/14 (4) Add ReviewRating: RAdded: 08/26/2014Complete: SIBC

Synopsis:Would my dream of having my own small, perky breasts really cometrue?

Categories:Crossdressing / TV Lingerie Real Life Situation Slow

Transformation Sweet / SentimentalKeywords:Autobiographical Breast Enlargement Breast ImplantsHeterosexual Hormones

Breasts of My Own? Part TwoBy Sandy Brown

I was lying in bed with Emily. She was naked, but I was wearing my panties, braand my chicken cutlet inserts. I loved to snuggle with her when I was dressed

this way. I gently sucked on one of her nipples, almost as if I were a baby. Ifelt so submissive; it was just lovely. Emily said, "You really love Mommy'sboobs, don't you, little girl?"

Oh, I just loved it when she called me her little girl, and she called herselfMommy. I gently nodded my head in agreement, and sucked a little more strongly,to let her know that what she was saying was turning me on. She continued."Honey, if I could give you just one gift, what would it be?"

I was silent, even though I knew the answer. She smiled and said, "That's ok, Iknow you better than you know yourself. I know what you want. You want prettylittle boobs just like Mommy, don't you?"

Oh, my. My boy part was now sticking straight up through my panties, pressing upagainst her thigh. I couldn't help exerting pressure, pressing it up against her


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leg. If this continued, I would come before I even got inside her. I felt herguiding me into her. I tried not to move, because I knew I was on the verge. Shestroked my hair and said, "You're my pretty girl, aren't you?"

I nodded, ever so slightly. She continued. "I think I will make an appointment

for us to see a doctor. Would you like that?"

I nodded again. Then she started stroking my ear lobe, and pressing her fingerinto my ear a bit. In my completely submissive state, it almost felt as if shewere entering me. The ear can be a very sensual part of the body. She said,"But, you know, if you are going to have boobs like Mommy, I think that firstyou should get your ears pierced."

No nodding from me now. I know it was absolutely insane to think that havingsmall breasts of my own would be less of a big deal than having pierced ears,but somehow, in my mind, that was the case. I thought that if I had just theslightest, petite little breasts, I could wrap them, or wear a sports bra,

under my work clothes, wear a loose-fitting shirt, and no one would be thewiser. But pierced ears were so very public. And I just had a feeling that Emilywould not be satisfied with me wearing little gold studs, or even tiny hoops. Ihad a feeling that she was thinking of my ears as a very public display of her'ownership' of me; and that what she had me wear in my ears would change day byday, depending on her mood. She had a large collection of earrings, and theimplications were a little frightening. Emily had never tried to embarrass mein public, or flaunt my hidden femininity, but I couldn't help feelingfrightened of the power of turning over my ears to her. Was I not pleasing hersomehow? Long, dangly earrings for the day. Did she think that another womanperhaps was showing an interest in me? Big gold hoops should keep her away.

Still, my greatest fantasy had been to have breasts just like Emily. To get myears pierced in exchange seemed like a small price to pay. I slowly nodded myhead yes.

Emily's one condition for me to get implants was that I pierce my ears.The night before our doctor's appointment, I modeled a pair of Emily'searrings. We had fun with her putting some makeup on me as well.

A week later, I found myself sitting in a doctor's office, a small gold stud ineach of my ear lobes. Doctor Siegel specialized in cosmetic surgery, mostlybreast implants for women seeking to please husbands who were mysteriouslyobsessed with large, artificial-looking boobs that defied gravity and stood

straight out. . But she did see the occasional transgendered person. After abrief conversation where we explained what we wanted (well, Emily did most ofthe talking) Dr. Siegel said, "Look, you two are adults, and I do not view myrole as one of imposing my own judgment on yours. However, I need to tell you,this is a very unusual request. I have had post-op transsexuals see me forbreast enhancement. And I have had pre-ops see me for the same thing. I haveeven had pre-ops who intended to STAY pre-op see me. But ALL of these peoplewere presenting themselves to the outside world as women. I mean, why else inGod's name would you want breast implants?"

Emily and I both knew she had a point, that there was something almostirrational in what we were seeking. Still it was what it was. Dr. Siegel wassilent for a moment, and then she spoke again. "Look, I do not want you to do

this on a whim. It is true that this is not completely irreversible, like SRS,but still, I do not want you coming to me in six months asking me to reversethe procedure. I'll tell you what. Sandy, I will prescribe a light dose of


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female hormones for you for six months. It will not be enough to cause you tolose your ability to have an erection. But it will soften your features and yourskin a bit; it will give you some puffiness in your breast area; and it willcause some enlargement and sensitivity to your nipples. And it might cause youto be a bit more emotional." Dr. Siegel smiled and said, "You know, like a girlwho is having her period." She continued. "I will see you in six months, or

sooner if you decide to terminate the hormone regimen. You may well decide thatthis was not what you anticipated. You may decide that the hormones are actuallygiving you all you want, and there is no need for implants. But if at that time,you still want to go ahead, I will do the procedure. Deal?"

Emily and I both smiled with relief and simultaneously said, "Deal!"

And so, I started my regimen. I am not sure how much was psychological, vs.physiological, but I loved the subtle changes that were taking place. It wasexactly as Dr. Siegel had described. From a psychological perspective, Emily

and I were both incredibly turned on by the idea that I was literally puttingsomething into my body that was making me more feminine and less masculine. Weloved to check every week on the status of my chest. After a month or so, itdefinitely felt like there were some subtle changes. My areolae were definitelygetting bigger, and my nipples were definitely getting more sensitive, whichthrilled me to no end. And I didn't think it was possible, but the hormonesmade me even more submissive in bed. Emily took advantage of my even moresubmissive state to introduce me to the terror and joy of being entered frombehind. She started with her finger, but within weeks, I was being penetratedby a large, strap-on dildo. I didn't think it was possible, but one night, Icame just from the stimulation from behind, without her ever even touching myboy part. Although the feminine part of me was staying hidden from the rest ofthe world, there was no question that I was feeling more and more like a woman.

The changes produced by the hormones were slight, but noticeable.

We were nearing the six month mark, and from my point of view, everything wasgoing great. I loved the changes that had taken place, but Dr. Siegel was wrongin supposing that it might be enough. If anything, it made me greedy for more.I was constantly fantasizing about having real breasts. One night, a couple ofweeks before the appointment, Emily said to me, "Honey, I know I am kind ofspringing this on you at the last minute, but I have been thinking, and I havedecided that there is one more condition I want to impose upon you before we goahead with the surgery."

I couldn't imagine what she had in mind, and I waited with some trepidation forthe other shoe to drop. She said, "We are talking about a change that willpermanently alter your body. I want you to tell your mother, and get herblessing. Well, I actually want us to show her. I want us to have her over fordinner."

I blanched. Years ago, I had shared many feminine moments with Mother. In fact,she had really been a catalyst for the blossoming of my feminine side. Lacking adaughter (or a husband) Mother had found herself sharing her love of femininitywith me. It had been incremental, step by small step, but I had always respondedpositively. At some point we had even progressed from me accompanying her on

shopping trips and visits to her salon, to her spontaneously applying somelipstick to me while I had kept her company at her makeup table. It has all been


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fun, and our little secret, if you will. But I knew that it was a very long wayfrom playing with Mommy's makeup to telling her I wanted small breasts, likeEmily's. Or, um, hers. Yes, Mother's were the first breasts I had fantasizedabout, as I had covertly tried on her bra when she was out, imagining I was ableto fill her small cup. But I never thought she knew of my little escapades.

The thought of showing this side of me to Mother, of showing her that thefemininity that she encouraged in me had not only not gone away but hadblossomed under Emily's loving care, made me feel both exhilarated and nervousat the same time. But the bottom line was, in my heart, I felt that she wouldgive her approval to our plan.

Emily invited Mother to dinner, and then the question was, what would I wear?Mother had never seen me in a dress; that in itself might be a shock to her, letalone our plan for me to get implants. Emily gave it some thought, and decidedthat I would dress in a feminine but androgynous manner. Maybe nice,high-waisted pants, low-heeled pumps, and a somewhat close fitting cashmere

top. With my bra and chicken cutlets underneath, of course. After all, the focuswas supposed to be on my chest. Makeup would be subtle and tasteful (but also,of course, unmistakable).

The evening finally arrived, and Emily did my makeup. Some mascara, a littleblush, and some lip gloss. For earrings, she chose a pair of her gold anddiamond earrings that had a slight dangle. As I waited for Mother to arrive, Iturned this way and that I front of a full-length mirror. I definitely had acurve in my chest, but it was slight. With a looser fitting top, it wouldprobably not be noticeable. This would be the same size I would be with theimplants, so part of the point was to show Mother that even though I was makinga physical change, it could remain private.

As I got ready for Mother, I had my chicken cutlets tucked firmly intoplace in my bra.

Mother was clearly shocked at my appearance when she first walked in, but not ina bad way. After hugging and kissing me, she held me at arm's length and said,"Look at you! Makeup and earrings! I think you look fabulous! Oh Emily, I am sohappy to see Sandy looking this way! I love you dearly, but I was always worriedthat Sandy would have to keep this side of himself hidden!" Emily and I bothbreathed a big sigh of relief. Emily said, "We were a little worried that youmight not approve. And um, we have another surprise or two in store for you."

Mother responded, "The only thing I am upset about is that you two have kept mein the dark."

Emily thanked her for planting the seeds of femininity with me, and then toldher of our plans. And promised that not only would we keep her apprised, butafter us, she would be not only the first but possibly the only one to see "TheGirls," as we had taken to calling my budding breasts. Mother said, "This isgoing to be so much fun! And we will all be the same size! I cant wait for thethree of us to go bra shopping!"

We had our pre-surgical meeting with Dr. Siegel, who was pleased with both myphysical and mental state, and pronounced me ready. And so the day finallyarrived. In the surgical prep room, Emily lifted up my gown, kissed each of my

nipples, and said, "I'll see you two later!"

I woke up several hours later, feeling a bit groggy. I could see that I was


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wearing a not very pretty, full support bra. It felt like I was wearing mychicken cutlets, which of course made no sense. I then realized that I wasn'twearing them, that it was ME filling the bra. I suddenly felt overcome withemotion, and tears streamed down my face. I had done it! I had beautiful littlebreasts just like Emily. I was a little frightened, but I also felt so happy. My

dream had come true!

Emily and I were both so thrilled with my new boobs!

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