The second chapter in this crazy little tale. I really loved my little adventure out as a woman. I liked the power I had over men. I was seriously thinking that I would like to live as a woman full time. That would be quite a commitment and one that would change my life forever. As I said before I worked for a really liberal company and one day I got up some courage and went to my boss. I explained to her my desire to live in public as a woman. She smiled and was very understanding and said that it was my decision she and the company would support me and my job would not be in jeopardy. So the next day I went to work as a female. I started out dressing conservatively but gradually got used to wearing dresses some of which were cute and flirty. I really started to notice the looks I was getting from guys when I went out to lunch or to run an errand. I always smiled back and enjoyed how they would look at my legs and ass or my chest before they looked me in the eye. It only added to the feeling if I was wearing some sexy lace under things. My nipples would get hard and show through. I had been on hormones for a long time and my breasts had pretty much maxed out to the size they were going to get. Most of my bras were 36 C’s. I liked the attention they brought me, but I wondered what they would be like if they Escort Çukurambar were bigger. I didn’t mean obnoxiously huge, but maybe a cup size. One was a little bigger then the other and that could be fixed with some implants. Now this would be a big step. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it. I set up a meeting with a female plastic surgeon that was know to be friendly with CD’s. At our meeting she gave me some silicone forms to wear in my bra to get a feel for how much larger I wanted to go. I took them home and over the next week or so I tried different sizes and settled on the ones I liked best. They happened to be the biggest ones. When I went back to see her she took some measurements and after looking at the forms I chose said I would come out with a 36 DD cup. She would use a little bigger implant in my right breast because it was just a little smaller then the left. She guaranteed they would look fantastic and very natural. I had a fairly large inheritance so paying for it was not a problem. After a week of soul searching I called and made the appointment for surgery. The day came and everyone at the clinic made me feel very welcome. The nurse that was assigned to me pampered me and reassured me that I would look great. The surgery was done demetevler escort and I woke up slowly in the recovery room. I was eventually taken to a private room and rested. My chest was wrapped and felt like I had 50lb sack of sand on it. The doctor came in and told me everything went well. She said that my breasts now matched and might end up being a little bigger then DD. Once all the swelling goes down they we shall see. I stayed one night then went home the next afternoon. I was taking a week off work and just relaxed around the house. I was getting used to the new weight of my chest and towards the end of the week went back to the doctor to get the dressing changed. When she removed the wraps she had me stand up and look in the mirror. I couldn’t believe it. There were two very large perfectly matched breasts looking back at me. They looked perfect and very natural and they were mine. The nurses in the room marveled at how good they looked and how jealous they were of me. I put on a bra to get dressed and the 36DD I brought barely contained them. I would have to go bra shopping after the swelling went down. After about 3 months my boobs settled down and felt like they were all me. I of course continued the HRT and felt more and more like a woman. I decided to dikmen escort bayan go out on the town with my new shape. I had been working out a lot and my legs and ass were tight and sexy. I decided to wear the one essential every girl needed. A little black dress. This one was little and tight. It was cut low and showed off my new investments very well. A black lace push up bra helped display my assets. As I slipped on the matching pair of black lace thong panties I tucked my little balls up inside and wondered why I still even had these. That fact would have to be addressed soon. I wore some 4 inch heels because I wanted to show off my calves. My hair and makeup were perfect and out I went. I went to a high class bar in a hotel. They had a bar that catered to rich locals and big spending out of towners. That is what I was looking for. A guy away from home that was looking for a one night stand. When I walked into the bar most of the men stopped and stared. As I walked toward the bar I loved the way these heels made my ass swing. My chest was swaying back and forth too. I immediately noticed a man at the bar. He was dressed in an expensive suit. He looked to be about 40 and from what I could tell he was in good shape. He hadn’t stopped staring at me since I walked in. He was very sure of himself and walked right up to me. He offered to buy me a drink and suggested we get a table. I accepted and he led me to the table showing the rest of the men he had claimed his prize. As we sat there he complimented me on how I looked. He of course kept stealing looks at my cleavage. The more he drank the more forward he became.