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SUMMARY - Don't bug your wife about getting implants! 

"You know Jeanie, you'd look so much better if you got the implants," said Kevin, having the same old argument with his wife.

"Kevin, how many times are we going to go over this? I'm the one who has to live with them. I don't mind having small boobs. I play a lot of sports. They'd get in the way. And I'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe. Nothing of mine would fit if I had big ones."

"But then you'd have something to show off. You could get low necklines, and..."

"No! If the size of my boobs is so important to you, then why did you marry me? You should have picked some floozy with big tits."

"It's not like that honey. I love you. But do this for us. It will improve our relationship."

"Ha!!" snorted Jeanie defiantly.

"Think about it at least!"

"Humph!" she said, storming off.

A few days later, Kevin brought the topic up again. They were watching TV when Pamela Anderson was on. So of course the topic swung over to breast size, and they went at it again.

"I'm not discussing this anymore," said Jeanie.

"Please? Come on babe" said Kevin.

"If you like big boobs so much, why don't you go get them."

"Think of how you'd look! Think of what it would do for you!" he replied.

"Why? So men can ogle me? Is that what you want, for all the guys to stare at my boobs?"

"No, it is for us. Come on babe, let us go talk to a surgeon."

Kevin would not relent. Finally, one day, Jeanie had enough. It was time to shut him up, once and for all. She talked with friends of hers at the golf club and found a good plastic surgeon, who was a woman. She specialized in certain areas, including breast enhancement. Jeanie met with her in private, then set up an appointment where Kevin was invited too.

He was overjoyed to find out that Jeanie had set up a meeting with a plastic surgeon. He treated her so well for the next few days, even doing the dishes and vacuuming for her. When Friday finally arrived, they drove out together for the 4:30pm appointment.

They signed in, then sat in the waiting room. Jeanie read a magazine, while Kevin scoped out the babes sitting around. He wondered which ones had implants, and what other things this doctor had done to them. They all looked gorgeous, and he was excited to think that soon Jeanie would have breasts like they all did, large and firm. He got hard thinking of it and had to try to pretend to keep reading Sports Illustrated, so Jeanie wouldn't slap him for gaping at the women.

He thought he was being subtle enough, but she saw him drooling at the women. She just ignored it, and kept reading away. Soon, he would be cured of that bad habit.

After what seemed like a very long time, they were finally brought into a room. There was a comfortable sofa across the desk. It wasn't long before Dr. Victoria Laine entered the room. They greeted each other, with Jeanie and Dr. Laine acting like it was their first meeting.

Dr. Laine put on her black-framed "granny" reading glasses (which Kevin thought were sexy). She read a sheet of paper on a clipboard.

"So you're here for breast augmentation surgery, correct?"

"Yes," said Jeanie.

"I see. Well first of all, before we do anything, I need to show you a short film. This will discuss the risks involved with any elective surgery. You have to view it and sign this paper as a waiver that you know and understand the risks involved.

"Sure thing doc," said Kevin.

They saw the film, and it was no big deal. Kevin eagerly signed the paper, with Jeanie signing the second sheet. He didn't even bother to read all the legal mumbo jumbo. Whatever. Just get on to the good part!

"All right, now that we have the formalities out of the way, we need to pick out what sort of breasts you want Jeanie. What are you looking for?"

"Well," she started, "this whole thing is really for Kevin. I know it sounds funny, but I want him to pick them out."

"Certainly, whatever you'd like," said Dr. Laine.

Kevin was elated. He never thought that Jeanie would be so generous! He was going to pick out the breasts himself!

Dr. Laine hit a button on her computer, and an image projected onto the screen on the wall where the movie had been shown.

"First, we need to determine the overall shape that you are interested in. This first slide shows twelve breast shapes. As you can see they range from young perky upturned breasts here, to fully womanly ones, to these which are in between."

"I like the perky ones, but they're too small," said Kevin.

"Good. So we know your basic shape preference."

Dr. Laine typed something into her computer, and the next slide came up on the screen.

"With that basic shape in mind, we need to determine the cup size. You can see what happens to it when we range from an A cup, all the way to a DD. Keep in mind that we don't recommend anything larger than a C. You can always have another surgery and add on later. Moving to an overly large set of breasts right off the bat might be too much to handle."

"Well, I really like D cups. Yes, those are the ones," said Kevin eagerly.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure Doc."

"All right, now we move on to size. With that basic breast shape and a D cup, you can see here different chest measurements. They range from wide but narrow, to almost cone-shaped as they get larger. Again, we don't recommend anything too radical for a first-time implant."

"I like those," said Kevin, pointing to ones on the large end of the spectrum.

"Those are somewhat larger than I would recommend." warned the doctor.

"No, that's what I want," he said. Jeanie squeezed his hand supportively. He was almost drooling thinking of breasts like that on her sweet body.

Dr. Laine typed some more information into her computer.

"Now one last thing, the areolas, and nipple. Tell me what you think about these."

The computer showed different sized rings of color around the breasts and different sized nipples. From small like a man, to really large ones that stood way out from the top of the breast. For this option, Kevin chose one towards the middle of the spectrum.

"Good choice. Those are large enough that they will show through a shirt if you don't wear a bra, but not so big that they would easily get sore."

Kevin smiled. Jeanie smiled back at him. The thought of her nipples showing through a tee-shirt pepped him up even more.

"Lets review. Here is what we're looking at."

A picture of a generic flat-chested woman appeared on the screen. One version of her was viewed from the side. One was from the front.

"Now we'll add in the breasts you requested"

The picture morphed, with her chest growing and growing, until the breasts that Kevin had selected were shown on her.

"I think that is a little too top-heavy," said the doctor. "I would recommend backing off at least 20 percent."

"Really? I think it looks just fine like that" said Kevin. Jeanie was silent.

"Here's what it looks like with different clothing options," said the doctor.

First, the woman on the screen was shown with a sweater. The large breasts filled it out wonderfully, making Kevin get hard looking at a computer model. Then, she was shown in an evening dress. She had a very ample bosom, and Kevin was hard as a rock in no time. She had a wonderful cleavage. Even with a bra on, the nipples stood out just a bit. Everything he wanted in a woman's breasts.

"Sold!" he said. "When can we schedule the surgery?"

"Actually, when Jeanie made the appointment, we set it up to be late like this so that we could do it right away. Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah!" he said. This was going to be great!

Dr. Laine showed them into the pre-op room.

"Jeanie told me that you two wanted to be together throughout the entire process, so you could hold hands. I thought that was rather sweet. You both need to wash up, then put on surgical gowns. They are germ-free, which is extremely important, as you can understand these days. Don't open up the plastic bags until you've washed up. OK?"

"Sure thing doc," said Kevin. Jeanie was a togetherness nut, so it wasn't out of character for her to want him with her for the surgery. They both washed up with the antibacterial soap and put on the surgical gowns. Then they waited for the doctor to return.

"Wonderful. Now because of the radical nature of this surgery, going from such small breasts to large ones, we're going to use general anesthesia."

"What does that mean?"

"That instead of just a local one where you stay awake, we're using one that puts you to sleep."

"OK," said Kevin, looking at Jeanie, who smiled back at him.

Doctor Laine pulled out a syringe and filled it with clear fluid from a bottle.

"First, we need a muscle relaxant. There is a tendency to try and fight back when you go under, so this will prevent you from being able to move very much. It will wear off in a few hours."

She walked over to the seats where Kevin and Jeanie were, holding hands still. Kevin smiled as he looked into Jeanie's eyes.

"Don't watch the needle honey, just look at me. I know how you hate needles."

They stared at each other and kept smiling. But then something unexpected happened. Kevin almost jumped when he felt the sting of a needle entering his arm. He tried to pull back, but Jeanie kept his hand firmly in place, and the doctor held the arm still.

"What are you doing? This goes into her arm! What kind of quack are you?" he said.

She pulled the needle out and put the now empty syringe into the medical wastebasket after putting the cap over the needle.

"What do you mean?" she said innocently. "This surgery is for you, isn't it?"

"No, it's for Jeanie!"

"I'm sorry, but didn't your wife say 'This whole thing is for Kevin'? Didn't you sign the consent form authorizing me to perform this procedure?"

Kevin tried to talk, but the muscle relaxant was kicking in.

"He's just having second thoughts, that's all," said Jeanie.

"Do you want to reconsider?" asked the doctor.

"No. He has wanted this for a long time. Believe me, he will be happy once it is done."

"As you wish," said Doctor Laine.

Kevin could only stare in horror. He could barely move now, and they had to lay him down on a gurney, which they started rolling down the hall to the operating theater. Once inside, he could feel Jeanie holding his hand.

"It's going to be all right honey. You'll be fine" she said as they put the gas mask over his face. He wanted to run. He wanted to cry. But he could do nothing. Now, things were getting blurry. He felt himself slipping away. He lost consciousness and fell into a black void.

In the recovery room, Jeanie sat there holding Kevin's hand for hours. He woke up with a start but was disoriented and confused. It took another hour before he woke up again, and had his senses about him.

"What a terrible dream," he said.

"Poor dear. What's the matter" replied Jeanie.

"I dreamed that you took me to a doctor, and I had breast implants," he said.

Jeanie took his hand, which she was still holding, and moved to Kevin's chest. His eyes were wide and panicked when his hands felt the new mounds of flesh on his smoothly shaved chest. They were covered with bandages, and some sort of bra was over the top of them to support them. His whole chest ached.

"They'll need a few days to heel, then we'll be able to take the bandages off. I'm so excited!" said Jeanie.

"What did you do to me?" said Kevin weakly, almost in tears.

"Me? I did nothing. You were the one who signed the consent form. You were the one who picked them out. You were the one who wanted them. No, you did this to yourself."

Kevin was stunned, not knowing what to do. He almost started to cry.

"Oh by the way honey, I did some shopping for you while you were out. Tell me what you think."

First Jeanie pulled out several bras. White ones, black ones, lacy ones, a strapless one, sports bras, and a demi bra. She held one up to Kevin.

"Isn't it pretty? Look at the lacy design. You'll look so fantastic in it."

Next, she pulled another bag. She pulled out a black tank top, with thin straps.

"Look at this! I can't wait to see you in it. It will show off your boobs so well. What was it you always told me? If you've got big ones, you should show them off? Wait until you see some of the other outfits I found for you!"

There was a long-sleeved black shirt with a deep plunging V-neck. Then a white sleeveless shirt. A pretty frilly white blouse. A navy button-up shirt. And a brown knit halter top.

"Oh, and for when we go to the beach," said Jeanie, as she pulled out a string bikini.

"I can't wear that!" protested Kevin.

"You're right. You need to lose some weight first. So I also bought you this" she said, pulling out a blue one-piece speedo, with white strips on the sides for a slimming effect. Kevin just gaped, too stunned to speak.

"Oh, and of course, none of your new tops go with any of your current clothes, so I had to get you something to go with them. She produced several skirts, a pair of Capri pants, and hip hugger bell-bottom jeans. Lastly, she had two dresses, each with a stunningly low necklines.

"Why does my chest hurt?" he said, trying to change the subject.

"Well, for one thing, they just did major surgery to give you your implants. But first, they shaved you, then gave you a laser treatment so that your chest hair won't ever grow back. It would be too hard to shave your boobs every day. It will be sore for a day or so, but don't worry."

"You zapped my hair?"

"Oh, and on your face too. I told the doctor how you hated shaving. Well, all you'll have to shave now is your legs."

"No! I can't!"

"Oh yes, you can. Do you want to look foolish wearing a skirt, with your hairy legs? No, I didn't think so. It's not so bad. I do it myself. You'll learn to do it, and come to like it in time."

"No..." he said weakly.

Their conversation was interrupted by the nurse who came by with a cup containing several pills. Kevin took them thanked her.

"Good, now I'll feel better and I can sleep. This is terrible" he said.

"Those weren't pain killers," said the nurse. "I'll go get you some if you need them. Just push the call button, and I'll come right by."

"If they weren't pained pills, then what were they?"

"Oh, those were your estrogen pills. You need to take them every day. They will make your skin softer, and will help your breasts naturally grow the extra size you wanted."

She smiled and left the room.

"Isn't that wonderful honey? They're so large now, but they'll naturally add on at least another size."

Kevin was woozy and fell back asleep.

Four days later, Kevin came home from the hospital. The 'unveiling' of his breasts had been a shocking experience for him. Even though he knew it was coming, seeing the large breasts on his chest without the bandages was just something he wasn't prepared for.

The doctor told him he needed to wear a bra all the time, and it would be a month before he could go without support. They were sore and bruised still, but they were beautiful, like a supermodel. Kevin had decided that as soon as he could save them money, he'd have surgery to reverse the situation. But how could he do that? How could he go into work like he was? Or even go to a lawyer. Who would believe him that it wasn't his idea? And the doctor had a signed consent form from him. He should have read the fine print! The form authorized the doctor to perform the surgery. So he was stuck with his new breasts.

That night, when they got into bed, Jeanie gently took his bra off.

"The doctor said I need to wear it when I go to sleep," he said.

"We're not going to sleep" replied Jeanie, with an evil look in her eye.

They started kissing, and Jeanie started to grope Kevin. With his sensitive new nipples, each touch from her was electric. When she suckled his nipple, he got harder than he ever had in his life. And when she got on top of him, pumping him while holding her hands over his huge breasts, he exploded inside her, harder than he had come since he was a teenager.

They collapsed together into a pile.

"Your breasts are beautiful darling," she said. "They really turn me on."

"That was the best sex I've ever had" he admitted reluctantly.

"Me too. Here, let me put your bra back on for you darling" she said.

After a couple days of hot sex, Kevin was rethinking his decision to get rid of the breasts. He was getting used to them a little bit, but they were constantly getting in the way or being out of place. The insides of his arms weren't used to rubbing up against something when he typed on his computer. Or when he scratched his chin and felt them against his elbow. Or when brushing his teeth, and they jiggled as he pulled the brush in and out of his mouth.

"I think you're going to need to get back to work soon," said Jeanie, unexpectedly.

"I can't go into the office like this. What will they think of me?" he said. He was wearing the black tank top that Jeanie had bought him, along with the strapless bra.

"Then you'll have to get a job somewhere else" she replied.

"But I'll still look like this. Nobody would hire a man with breasts."

"All men have breasts. They're just smaller than yours."

"You know what I mean! These aren't just breasts, they're hooters."

"Remember, you're the one who picked them out."

"Yes, I remember thank you. But I can't go out of the house like this!"

"You're right," said Jeanie, pulled a box out from under the table. "That's why I got you this"

Kevin took the box and opened it. Inside was a wig, with long auburn hair.

"Put it on!" said Jeanie excitedly.

Kevin complied and looked in the mirror. The result was stunning. Between his large breasts and the long hair, he would have sworn it was a woman looking back at him. Twenty minutes later, after Jeanie applied makeup and did his nails, the effect was even more pronounced. She sprayed him with perfume and attached clip-on earrings to match the bracelet and the necklace she picked out for him.

"Nobody would ever know that you're not a woman."

"A woman named Kevin."

"You mean Kerry" said Jeanie.

"Kerry?"

"Yes. A good name for a woman."

Kevin shuddered.

"You've got to earn a living, so you're going out today to get a job. You're a pretty woman, so there is no reason you can't find one right away. You can be a waitress, a secretary, anything you want!"

Kevin had no choice but to do it. They needed the money. So with high heel shoes in place, makeup all fixed up and purse slung over his shoulder, he went off to find a job.

"So, how was work honey," asked Jeanie. It had been three months since the surgery.

"It was good today," said Kerry. "I took dictation in the morning, typed it all up, then made some copies. Although you wouldn't believe the nerve of Jack. Not only did he interrupt my work to ask me to make coffee for the meeting, but he also slapped me on the butt when I walked past him in the hall."

"I told you to avoid him."

"What can I do? He works with my boss."

"Get him fired for harassment."

"And lose my job too? I told you what happened to Mary Lou."

"So you're stuck getting harassed. Lots of women put up with that every day at work."

"But it's not fair," said Kerry.

"Whoever said being a woman meant that life was fair? But pay it no mind, my love. We have other more important things to worry about."

"Like how to pay for my next surgery, so I can be just like you?" asked Kerry.

"Exactly" replied Jeanie. Ever since the hormones kicked in and Kerry started to think of herself as a woman, things at home had become wonderful. Jeanie had the loving and caring partner she had always wished for. And Kerry was experiencing new feelings and exploring her femininity every day. Both were happier than they could ever imagine, and they both agreed that Kerry had been right long ago. Breast implants really did improve their relationship. They were two women, happily in love.

The End.