"I would like fuller breasts, not freakishly large, mind you, but a little bigger. This is kind of a splurge for me and I promise you Dr. Steinmann, I have thought about this for a long time. I'm not a whim person."
Dr. Steinmann looked at me curiously. "That is good to hear. I'd like to ask you some questions, then take your current measurements and then I will give you a physical assessment. Okay?"
"Sure, I'm an open book."
"How would you describe your physical activity level? Do you work out regularly or participate in some kind of sport?" He flipped through the papers. "I see you're in school at Trent University? Any sports there?"
"I took archery my freshmen year but no sports on campus right now, unless you count orchestra. But I do belong to a co-ed sports club, we get together on weekends usually, we go mountain biking, fishing, camping—anything outside. When it is too cold for that, I go to the campus gym. So I guess I would say that I am a 7, maybe an 8." I didn't want to toot my own horn but I tried to be honest.
Dr. Handsome made a note on his paper. I tried not to stare at him. "That's great! That means you will heal faster. Have you had any type of surgery before?"
"I broke my finger when I was kid. That's about it."
"Okay, how did that happen? Any problems with the surgery you can recall?"
"Oh, um, I jumped out of a tree and fell on my hand. No problems that I can remember. Pins in my hand for six weeks and that was it."
Dr. Steinmann laughed. "What possessed you to jump out of a tree?"
I gave him a rueful smile. "A boy I didn't like was sitting under it. I missed him completely. I'm a better shot now."
He laughed again. "Yes, and now you know how to use a bow and arrow!" I couldn't help but laugh too. I pushed curls out of my face. I noticed that I felt a little more relaxed. He's got a great bedside manner.
"Another question, what kind of work do you do? Are you a full time student or do you have a job? If you have something that involves repetitive motion, you might find work uncomfortable for about a month."
"No, I am a full time student but I do play the violin. I suppose that is some kind of repetitive motion. Will this affect how I play?" I suddenly felt a surge of panic. We had a series of summer concerts coming up. I was sure I would be excused for one or two performances but not more than that.
"Show me how you hold your instrument." I did as he asked pretending to hold a bow and a violin. I moved my arm playing a mock tune.
"Upper lateral muscle—you should be okay. Now if you played the cello, you might have a problem."
My eyes widened. "Why is that?"
"You can't carry anything over ten pounds for four weeks—a cello or even a trombone would be a problem." I could see he had a wicked sense of humor. I decided to play along. "So no tuba, either?"
"Not unless you plan on letting someone else hold and carry it for you. Although, you probably wouldn't have a problem convincing a fellow student to help you out. I personally don't think I could turn down a girl who played a tuba." Was he flirting with me? I half-laughed unsure of how to respond.
"Alright, well if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to check your heart and a few reflexes. Then I will step out and allow you to change. You can leave your bottoms on; I just need to examine your upper torso. Just put on the paper top. I will be back in a few minutes.” Dr. Steinmann pulled the curtain around the exam table and I stepped behind it. He left the room and I obediently took off my top and my bra and covered up with the paper top. Now when he said, leave on your bottoms, did he mean my underwear? Pants? Oh my gosh! This is embarrassing. Surely he meant take off all of it?
I stepped out of my shoes and pants and stood behind the curtain wearing a short paper robe. I fussed with the paper for a moment but it tore easily so I just wrapped it around me and sat waiting, half-naked for Dr. Steinmann.
Chapter Four
Bullet
Lilly Brightwood waited for me in the other room, topless and ready for my assessment. She was young, intelligent and naturally beautiful, a rare combination in my world. If her naked body proved to be as attractive and lovely as her skin and face, she would be a 10 in my book. Women like Lilly made it difficult to stay professional. I wondered if our ten-year age difference would matter to her; some 24-year-olds don’t like dating older men. I washed my hands and checked my hair in the mirror. Stay professional Bullet. This is only her first visit and she doesn’t appear to be anything like the others, needy, gullible and ready to please.
I waved at Patsy, the nurse and she followed me to the examination room. It was always good to have a witness with you on these first exams. It puts the patient at ease and protects me from lawsuits, which luckily I don’t have to deal with—well, not much anyway. I tapped lightly on the door and waited to hear, “Come in.”
“Okay, Miss Brightwood, I mean Lilly, this is my nurse Patsy. She’s here to help me take measurements and a few photographs. The photos will help me decide which procedure is best for your body type. Now, let’s take a look; if you could stand right here.” Lilly looked nervous but she did as I asked her to. I slid off the paper top and stared at her. Damn, she was beautiful. She had misunderstood me, she didn’t need to shed her skirt but she had. She stood before me wearing nothing but dark blue, satin panties and a gold anklet. I pushed aside the fantasies that invaded my brain. I could feel myself getting aroused and I was grateful, yet again, that I had on a long, white coat. I could hear Patsy snicker but I shot her a look. Don’t say a word.
“Okay, my hands might be a little cool but I promise to be quick. I am going to examine your breasts to get a feel for their shape; I need to see how much loose skin you have. That is going to determine how large you can go. I’d say right now you are a healthy B, almost a C, right?”
“Yes, I am a B. I’d like to go up a cup size, maybe two, if that’s possible.”
“Hmm…maybe. Could you lift your arms please?”
She did and I examined the perfect, golden skin under her arms. I touched the skin with my fingers, checking for elasticity. All looked healthy. I moved to the top of her breasts and lifted t