Why fight it any longer? The need, the desire, the unexplainable itch in the middle of your back which you can never reach. Just give in and taste what it's like on The Femme Side.
My cost, including procedure, meds, lost work, etc. was around $15,000 for the final product (two procedures). You can find it cheaper and much more expensive elsewhere. Luckily, I had no complications with mine. They got it right the first time.
I’ve seen sisters go through one only to need another to fix problems. The thing about plastic surgery: if something goes wrong, you pay for it, not the doctor, because they’re perfect. Unless there is blatant malpractice, you’re screwed. So, think twice and make sure you have a tidy sum in the bank before having it done yourself.
Pics? No, I’ve done pics of myself in the past and no good comes of it. All it causes is headaches on my end. Usually some pervert winds up swiping them and using them in stupid TG captions on Tumblr… oh wait! ;)
Since this was anonymous I thought at first this was simply a pervy question, but right as my finger was poised over the delete button, I thought, “Maybe it’s not and maybe it’s just simple curiosity.”
I really didn’t “suddenly” have breasts. I had been on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) for quite some time before I eventually had surgery to pump up the girls. So, there was a minimal amount of growth in the A-cup range. That basically consisted of puffy, overly sensitive nipples with a little bit of soft mass behind them — definitely nothing to write home about.
Waking up after the procedure:
"Ouch. What the hell?" was my first thought.
Implants =/= Instant Fun Bags.
I spent the better part of the first week making sure not to accidentally brush up against anything or taking corners too tightly for fear of agonizing pain akin to being “racked” in the balls.
Once the bandages were off, I cried for another week. They were awful. There was bruising and swelling, and it looked like someone popped a couple of navel oranges underneath the skin of my chest. My skin was actually shiny and plastic looking to top it all off. I knew what to expect from the surgery and this was all included in the briefing and in the information packet they sent me home with. But still, I didn’t really KNOW what to expect.
Just because someone says a compound fracture is painful, but it will eventually heal over time and work pretty much the same as before doesn’t really prep you for the experience.
Anyway, time wore on. The bruising faded as bruising does (slowly and progressively more ugly purple-yellow, yuck!) and the swelling went down, so it appeared as if my brand new breasts lost an entire cup size. Everything hurt less and less until it eventually stopped.
I wanted to show them off so badly, but they still looked like oranges under the skin and they were still shiny. While certain shapewear will push the girls together so they don’t look so fake, you can’t really wear it because they are still healing. So that means no corsets, no wonderbra, nothing but supportive bras… unless you want them to look all weird later.
Implants (after a month or so) = equal moderate Fun Bags.
Once I officially got the final release from my doctor, I started having fun with them.
Was it weird? Sorta. I asked a friend to kiss me and feel me up so I could finally have that experience. That was out of this world, although he was a little rough with them. Men… what are you gonna do?
Did it turn me on? Hells yeah. (once they weren’t bruised and sore anymore.)
Was it uncomfortable? At first, very. Then, once all the bad stuff went away, I don’t know how I lived without them.
Since then, I’ve had one more surgery to increase the size, which wasn’t nearly as bad as the first, symptom-wise, but still a moderate ordeal. I’m just short of jumbo-sized, because I still have to live in the real world and don’t have anyone to be my sugar-daddy or sugar-momma.
How am I supposed to be a proper bimbo, sissy-boi if I don’t have Jumbo-sized breasts?