I Can't Believe I Got A Boob Job.

I was cursed with big boobs. Painful, prevented me from participating in sports. Socially awkward. In my mid twenties I complained to my boss, she said do something about it. A boob Job, but smaller.

My insurance would not cover it, cosmetic. My boss talked to her boss, who looked into it. Cosmetic. So he put up a Go Fund Me, Help Marylin, he would double what my coworkers contributed. The guys and gals at work contributed 7,300, with his match it became 15,000.

Pressure by him and his wife, and the cosmetic surgeon agreed to the 15 thousand. I'm sort of flat chested now, C cups. I got new bras and a bikini. Once healed I showed them to the man who did all the heavy lifting. He was 'don't do that', but I was 'look at me', I have nice boobs now.

I have a social life, shirts and sweaters that fit me. I like my new boobs, like them a lot, first time I like being a girl. I am planning a Caribbean cruise next summer to celebrate, a g*ft from you know who now, the man who gave me a boob job.

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by Anonymous on Oct 3, 2025 at 12:58 PM

You owe him for your happiness.

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