"As I told you before, I am not a nice guy, Lilly — I mean Miss Brightwood but I can assure you that I had no nefarious intentions towards you. I don't know what else to say."
With a weak smile I said, "I guess that's that then. Are you still prepared to do my surgery?"
"Are you still considering having surgery?"
"Absolutely! I want this; I have been waiting for this for a long time."
"Speaking strictly as a male, and not a doctor, I must confess to you that I think you have a fine figure. Not every man wants a woman with large breasts. Now, speaking as a surgeon, I can tell you that because you are so young and physically fit that the amount of loose skin available for an adjustment is limited. There is enough to go up a cup size but if you want more than that you are looking at more than one surgery. It will take time to stretch the skin but that is easy to do after the first implants."
"I do not plan to have more than one surgery. Going up a cup size is enough for me." I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want to overdo it.
"If you are determined to do this then that is good to hear- however many women say that in the beginning and find surgery kind of addictive. What happens if you feel that one cup size is not enough? Do you think you might change your mind?"
I laughed sourly. This was one weird conversation. "Wow, Dr. Steinmann. Are you fishing for more work?" I could tell he did not find my question amusing.
"No, Miss Brightwood. I am just presenting the facts to you. What you do with them is totally up to you. I have some special harnesses I would like to try on. They will give you a feel for weight and fit of your breasts. Now some breasts are globular, more round in shape while others have an oblong, or a peak shape. If possible, I would like to enhance your natural shape and not change it. Unless you had other ideas." Dr. Steinmann searched through a nearby cabinet looking for the items he described. He returned with two bra-like harnesses.
"Well, you're the expert. I trust your judgment on determining size and shape. Just out of curiosity, what shape are mine?" I tried not to stare into Bullet's blue eyes. If anyone knew the shape of my breasts, he did. The handsome doctor did not hide his amusement very well. I knew he was remembering our encounter but he did not look me in the eyes. Instead, he tugged at the Velcro on the first harness. "In my professional opinion," I noticed the emphasis on professional, "I would say you have the peak shape also described as champagne glasses. They are slightly triangular and full. You would be surprised at how many women want your particular breast shape. I would like to put this harness on you and I would ask you to wear it for a few days, just to get familiar with the extra weight. It goes under your shirt and sits over your bra or you can wear it without a bra."
"Okay, I can do that." I started to pull off my shirt.
"Just a minute, Miss Brightwood. Let me step outside so you can change in private. Once you get the harness on, knock on the door and I will come in and adjust it for you." He walked out before I could say anything. So, I guess that’s the way it’s going to be. He is all professionalism now. I guess he got what he wanted. Why do you care Lilly? You made it abundantly clear that you are not happy about sleeping with him. Now you will pay for it. I felt an overwhelming sense of regret. Kate was right — I had overreacted and now my tardy apology had not helped a bit. I took off my shirt and left on my bra. I closed the harness and tapped on the door. Dr. Steinmann came in and adjusted the straps.
"That wasn't too hard to put on? Was it?" He smiled at me. His blue eyes were irresistible. I had smile back.
"If only the surgery was that easy."
"To me, it is. It is a short surgery and the way I intend to do it, there is minimal pain. As far as this harness goes, wear it as often as you can. It will help prepare you for the additional weight of your enhanced breasts — and prepare you for the stares you will receive afterward. Women with more enhanced breasts tend to get a bit more notice. You seem like a modest person, are you prepared for all the catcalls and attention?" Modest, yeah, that is what I would call it. This was a man who had seen me in almost every sexual position I knew and he was calling me modest. I tried to pretend I did not feel his fingers on my flesh as he adjusted the back strap.
"I am skilled at ignoring people. I don’t think I will have a problem. Besides, this isn't for anyone but me." My stubborn nature appeared and my chin jutted out instinctively.
"Okay, as long as you know what you're doing. Let's make it official. You want to go up a cup size, so that will put you at a large C. We're going to keep your shape if possible. Sometimes when I get in there I may not find enough loose skin to make that happen. If that is the case, I won't have an option. Your breasts will appear more globular but I feel hopeful that we can keep your original shape."
"Thank you for your help, Dr. Steinmann. I really have no idea how any of this works and I am glad that I have you to help me."
"We have talked a little about the physical changes; now let's talk about some of the others. Of course, many women choose to have this surgery because they want to feel better about themselves. They believe that an enhancement of this sort will boost their confidence, make them feel sexy, and in some cases, it is a medical necessity. In almost all cases, I find that breast enhancement procedures are usually accompanied with some change in personality. I would hate to see an intelligent, attractive woman such as you get caught up in that sort of thing."
Despite the complements, I knew Dr. Steinmann wa
s not hitting on me but speaking from his very real experience. I was beginning to think that Bullet Steinmann was a little damaged — that somehow he was a bit broken. For some weird reason, I liked that. When I first met him, he seemed to perfect, just like the women I saw walking out of his office. But the more we talked the more I realized that he was a real guy. "So I guess what I'm saying to you, Miss Brightwood, is I would hate to see any cosmetic changes change your personality. You will probably feel empowered and that is natural but don't allow a cosmetic procedure to change who you are."
I chuckled at the idea of me getting full of myself over my new breasts. "Well unlike some of your patients, I don't think I will have that problem. I have Kate Nicholson in my life. My best friend will make sure I keep it real, doctor."
"I have no doubt she will try." He laughed aloud and my heart warmed. I vaguely remembered kissing those lips — I wished I could do it again. I had a wild idea. He might reject me after I rejected him so soundly, after our first and only night together but here goes...
"Would it be inappropriate to invite you to lunch today? I feel like I owe you a sandwich, drink, or something. I mean it is okay if you say no, I understand this is kind of short notice. I was just thinking well..."
Bullet seemed surprised by my question. I could tell this was not how he planned the conversation to go. Did I make a mistake by inviting him to lunch? Well if he said no, I deserved it. Maybe that would make us even. He stood up and raised a finger. "Let me check with my assistant. I don’t think I had anything planned for lunch but I need to see how much time I have. It would probably have to be somewhere close, is that okay? Or did you have somewhere particular in mind?"
"No, I had no particular plans. Anywhere is fine." He nodded and walked out of the room. What the hell was I doing? After the verbal spanking I gave him about being professional, and sleeping with his patients, now I’m asking him out? I couldn’t help myself. There was something about him besides his devilishly good looks and obvious professional talent that I liked. Oh no, I liked him. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Wow, Lilly. You sure know how to pick them. Five minutes later Dr. Steinmann returned.
"I have 11:30 to 1 open. Does that work for you?"
"Yes, that’s perfect. So shall I meet you around here somewhere? What about the tavern across the street from the clinic? How is the food there?"
"Surprisingly, I haven’t tried it yet but I'm willing to give it a go. Meet you there?"
"Yes! Sounds like a... I mean yes I will be there." I gathered my purse and pulled my shirt on over my harness. I almost called this a date. This would be interesting but I felt like it was important to make peace with him. Let's face it, I was definitely into him.