Sunday, March 22
"So, what do they feel like?"
"Huh?"
"Your boobs. What do they feel like?"
It was Monday morning, something like 9am (I wasn't yet sure), and Mom was still doing her Stepford Wife thingie with cooking breakfast and making us get showers and dressing like we were going out. So, natch, since Becca and I share a bathroom, and our bedrooms are next to one another, we get a lot of fresh-out-of-the-shower, wrapped in towels and robes conversation in the mornings. We've been like this most of our lives (really all of mine that I remember).
So, Becca said, "You want to feel them?"
"NO! I'm wondering how different they felt. What did you have done?"
"I was slightly asymmetric and had lost a lot of weight, so my boobs were kinda floppy. I wanted a natural look, symmetry, and nice cleavage.
I really wasn't going for the stripper look, although a surprising number of girls do that. Older women kinda prefer the stripper look, I hear. Mom kinda went for that."
I shuddered a bit. I wasn't really into visualizing Mom's boobs just yet, although I knew that was a conversation I'd eventually have.
Becca continued, "So I got 350cc's in one side, 375 in the other. Right now, thinking about it, I actually can't remember which was which, it's been so long. To fix the floppiness, they went in above the muscle and with an incision below the nipple. You can't even see the incision that way. For girls who are firm but need more volume, or sometimes the `stripper' look, then sometimes an under-muscle and armpit incision is used. Anyway, I got silicon implants, tear-drop shaped, which are the most natural look."
"Anyway," she went on, "When you first `wake up' from the surgery, you're sore as hell and on lots of drugs, and your chest is swollen all to hell and back. You wear a binder for a while, and then as the swelling goes down, you have to massage them daily to prevent any air pockets from forming. It's really about 6 weeks until everything's kinda back to normal."
"But finally, how did they feel? I mean, how did they feel different?"
"Wonderful. They felt wonderful. I guess it was less the feel and more the look, being able to wear clothes with cleavage or filling out the tops of dresses. Feel-wise, though, by the time you get back to normal, you can't even remember not having them. Right now, I don't even remember NOT having a full rack."
I just nodded. By that point, we were both standing in her bedroom, as she was towel-drying her hair.
"You wanna see?"
"Uhhh..... you don't mind?"
With that, Becca opened her robe. She was wearing nothing but panties underneath, and her rack was, to say the least, perfect. My mouth fell open, and I couldn't help but walk closer.
"You wanna touch?"
"Uhhhh... it's not like I have anything to compare to, `cept my own."
"Go ahead. Touch. I promise you, you won't be the first. Heck, every girl who finds out I have implants wants to feel. Go ahead."
I reached out with my right hand, and cupped her left boob and lifted it. It was firm, but not stiff, and very full. It was heavier than I expected, and I asked her, "How much do they weigh?"
"Each one is about 12-ish ounces, more or less. Figure half a pound for 250 cc's, or something like that, so a pound and a half for the both."
"So when you finally healed, you were wearing larger bras, and that must have felt different, right?" I noticed I was still holding her boob, and I gently let go and pulled my hand back to my side.
"Yeah, well, while you're healing, you basically wear sports bras, so I had to get larger ones of those. Then sure, I went up over a cup size, from a `barely B' to a very full C, and yeah, there is a little extra heaviness, but not as much as you might think." Then she reached up to her left breast, the one I'd just been fondling, and pointed to a very slight, almost imperceptible discoloration along the bottom of her areola. "That's the incision. It's tiny. It's amazing they put an entire implant in through that."
"Hurt?"
"More like really, really, REALLY sore for a while, but they give you wonderful drugs and recommend some anti-scarring cream until the incision heals."
"So, you and Mom had some conversations about this, right?"
"Long, drawn-out conversations, yeah. Mom was supportive, but not encouraging, even though she'd had her own done. She left it totally up to me, but told me all the pro's and con's."
"What do you think? What are the pro's and con's?"
"Well, the pro' side is you feel 100% better about yourself. You're more confident, your clothes fit better, you aren't embarrassed to wear a swimsuit or be seen naked. The con' is that sometimes there are medical complications, although those are rare. Also, well, some people are still small-minded about this, and so when some people find out you've had this done, they treat you differently. In the dorm at school, it kinda quickly got around that I'd had this done. Turns out, it's more common than you think. Boob jobs as a graduation present are the new `in' thing. However, a few girls are snooty about it. Mainly the jealous ones, but also there are always a few from the Youth for Christ set who somehow think wearing braces to straighten your teeth or wearing make-up or dressing fashionably isn't a sin but getting a boob job is. I don't get it, but who the fuck cares what they think, right?"
"And Mom's? You've seen Mom's, right?"
"Oh sure. When we were first talking about this, when I was a senior, she showed me hers, and let me know what my alternatives were. Don't get me wrong, I like hers, but I wanted something very different."
Just then, I heard some beeping from my room, signaling I was getting some kind of important e-mail (I had some alerts set up for school and the sister wives). I gave Becca a hug to thank her (and enjoy the feel of her boobs one more time!) and then padded off to my room, in my robe with my hair still in a towel. It was school, with a very long and complicated e-mail about classes. It was a blast e-mail to everyone, and I was guessing Mom got a copy as well.
The long and the short of it was that each teacher would hold a zoom class based on the teacher's preference for scheduling, but at the time the class would normally be held. Thus, my algebra would be 1st period, and COULD be every day if the teacher wanted to (individual teachers would sent out schedules). Since 1st period was 8am, that meant I had to be up and ready and dressed and in front of my computer at 8am. Damn. This was too much like actual school.
Then I got a second e-mail from Mr. Mac. He also had a teaching load, and I wasn't in any of his classes, so I wondered just what this was all about. His e-mail was directed to the drama club, and he said that for the time being, everything was suspended. The upcoming drama festival was on hold for the time being, and probably cancelled, and that he had some ideas for an on-line zoom drama presentation, but he'd have to get back to us on that later. So there. I was sure Carlos was upset as hell, cuz this was going to be a big feather in his cap for getting into college. Shit...
Then, before I could head downstairs, I got an e-mail from my 1st period Algebra teacher. She assigned some homework, and said that the school would be figuring out ways to scan and submit homework soon. In the meantime, she sent a detailed study syllabus and told us to be ready for class to officially kick back off next Monday. Great. At least one more week to sleep late. I expected I'd receive similar e-mails from my other teachers.
I finally dried off and got downstairs, semi-fully dressed. Mom was in her office (where she spends a LOT of her day) staring at her 3 computer screens and acting like it's a normal day.
"What's happening today, Mom?"
"Nothing. I'm at work, and you're doing whatever you do."
"Ahhh... like, whatever I do involves school usually, or going out with friends, or maybe going to a movie, or something like that. I'm here. Nothing. Zilch. Television. Music. More television. Got any ideas?"
"You could clean the house."
"Don't we have a maid?"
"She only comes once a week, and we're going to have to talk about that -- virus protection and such. I don't want to cut her out of a job, and with you and Becca here in the house, we're probably going to need her more now, but we'll have to think about how we internally quarantine while she's here to keep from passing any germs or viruses or whatever this thing is."
"Amazing. We're talking about germs from the woman who comes in and cleans our house."
"Yep. We're living in amazing times."
"When were you going to tell me you had a boob job?"
Mom slowly looked up from her computer and gave me that `over the top of her glasses' look. "Well, we do know how to change the subject, now don't we? What brought that up?"
"Becca told me. We were talking about boobs, and she told me that both you and she have had work done."
"Well, Christy, my dear, it's not exactly like it's normal dinner conversation. It just hadn't come up."
"You know how I've been obsessing about my boobies lately. I'd think you'd have said something."
"Christy, I think you know I've had other things on my mind. Life and death kinds of things, like how I make money and how my clients preserve theirs. To be frank, I had mine over 10 years ago, and you honestly just forget about `em. It's not like I wake up every morning thinking about my boobs, other than maybe it's time to have them re-done. But yes, sweetheart, I had a boob job done, before your father passed away. I wanted to look better for him. Now they're just a reminder of those happier times. And yes, if you want to discuss the topic some more, I'm here for you, right after the stock market closes."
By this point, I was sitting on the sofa in her office, and feeling a bit ashamed I'd brought it up. But, as they say, in for a dime, in for a dollar.
"Can I have mine done?"
"Not yet. I don't know any reputable surgeon who would consider a breast augmentation for a 15 year old, except under extraordinary circumstances, which this isn't. On the other hand, perhaps Dr. Preston's prescription change will do some miracles for you, or maybe not. Either way, Christy, it's not like you're going to be out in the real world flashing anyone anytime soon, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Also, yeah, I had some tingling under my nipples last night, kinda like what I had when my boobs first started growing. Maybe something's happening."
"Well we can only hope. Now, if you'll let me go, something's happening to Amazon stock and I want to figure out what."
"Oh, and Christy," she continued, "I saw you got an e-mail from school. I assume you'll keep me posted on your new daily schedule?"
"Yeah, it looks like on-line classes are going to kick off next week. I've got homework for this week, and I'm going to need to get a new scanner/printer for my `puter. I'm betting Becca's gonna need something like that, too."
"Fine. I'll talk to Becca and can have something delivered this week."
I wandered off to the family room, and flopped down in front of the TV, where Becca was already mindlessly watching the daily mind-altering crap. I told her about needing a printer/scanner and how I'd told Mom we both needed one, and Becca just nodded, and mumbled something like thanks. I saw that Becca had coffee, so I got up to get myself some, and came back to watch nothing. My phone beeped that I had a message and it was from Emma-Red (who had now risen to the occasion and was taking it on herself to be the sister-wives zoom call organizer) asking if we all wanted to zoom at 10am. I said sure and set a timer.
At 10am, everyone was in a shit mood about school and drudgery and boys (again, `cept for Brie and Randi, although they played along) and general boredom. I was again the only one fully dressed, seeing an array of robes and sweats and no makeup and at least in one case (Emma-red) apparently no connection with a hairbrush in days. Maddy was spoiled rotten, and apparently had forgotten how to do her own nails. Emma-R said she'd gotten an e-mail from student council (she was our 9th grade rep, for whatever that meant) that they were working on some kind of school cohesiveness and school spirit initiatives. I commented about my note from Mr. Mac about drama club, or lack thereof. Emma-B was still dating Eric, such that any of us were dating anyone, and Eric had told her that all of the sports teams were fried, but that the coaches were telling everyone to continue to work out on their own until stuff got sorted out. In other words, we were having a sister-wives business meeting and coffee klatch. We all felt all very much grown up about it all. Mature. Yeah. Mature.
Monday night, Carlos and I had our regular bedtime video chat. I loved the sound of his voice. We were both laying in bed, and it was nearly like he was there. His great grandfather was getting along fine, although Carlos was having to attend him all the time, taking him meals in his room and cleaning up after him (uggghhhh). Carlos was upset about the drama thingie, but at least starting back `virtual' school would give him a break from his nursing chores.
I started telling him about the whole boobie thing, and my conversation with Becca and feeling her boob. He closed his eyes, and asked me to just continue to talk about that. I watched his face and his motions, and... wow... he was... jerking off!!! I was both overjoyed and jealous at the same time. At least he could jerk off!!! I couldn't exactly do the same thing, although I could get some pleasure from humping my pillow. But I was really, REALLY happy that he was able to use me (or at least my voice) to give him some pleasure. I could tell from how quickly he came that he needed this, and I tried to talk softly and as sexy as I knew how (which I'll admit wasn't very good) to help bring him along. Eventually, from his breath and reaction on the video chat, I could see that I'd done some good, and he was collapsing in a much needed relaxation. We `virtually' kissed one another, and said good night. I rolled over onto my big pillow, and brought myself a little relief as well, although it was nothing like having him there actually with me.
The rest of the week passed pretty much the way Monday did. Carlos and I talked every evening, although we didn't repeat the video sex part. All of my teachers sent me homework and a schedule for the coming week. Mom and I never had that conversation about her boobs, although I hadn't forgotten it, and planned to bring it up sometime very soon.