Coconut consult.

Finally the day of the consult arrived. Sitting in the waiting room I judged all the women working there about whatever I thought they had done. Of course they were good looking. It was kind of like being in an episode of Nip/Tuck. Naturally on a big day that I had been waiting for, I am sick. So, mouth breathing and judging was pretty much all I did, with Girth beside me. My hair was super static-y from my dumb too tight coat, and I wore a scumbag bra. You get the picture. Anyway, finally we sat in the consult room. Minimal, comfy, baskets of implants. We played with them, they felt like little water beds. Doctor comes in, we talk about my reduction, he tells me to undress from the waist up and put the white robe on. He walks out, I strip it down and get the robe on- which makes me wonder how many sets of teats have been wrapped in it, and when was it last washed. I stand in front of the big silver framed mirror flashing myself. Chris- he's still playing with baskets of tits. Now I am looking at myself, really looking. Everything seems real and vivid, and I think about how my body will literally change. Having a drastic change potentially on the horizon makes me see my body as actually quite beautiful. It was almost like a, "you don't know what you have until it's gone", moment. Of course I want them gone, but it was still a strange, jarring moment.
The doctor comes in, directs me to open the robe. I comply. Except I kind of stand there, holding the robe open. Completely went all Buffalo Bill in front of him. He had to tell me to relax my arms to my sides. Awesome. Then I face the mirror and he crouches in front of me, doing this & that. He turned my boobs into hamburgers. To show me approximate size and placement, he used my nipples like handles, and tucked and folded them in such ways that they resembled hamburgers. I was pleased.