by Jane Brunton

Created on: May 23, 2008

A long time ago before I had breasts, sense and met Randy, I thought that once I achieved woman hood I'd be happy. I envied my sister's long-shiny hair, narrow waist and burgeoning hips. It made me hate my own straight up and down figure but I knew with patience I would look like her one day too; I was just a late bloomer.

Even though I was slim, I was in good shape and went out for all the sports, volleyball and basketball being my favorites. I even did some cheer leading. Of course, that was just to get close to Randy. Tall, blond, green-eyed Randy was Captain of the Football team. All the girls lusted after him of course but he didn't pay them much attention. Sometimes he gave me quick sidelong glances that made me think I might have a chance with him. One day after practice he asked, "Where're you off to, Terry?"

"Home," I said. "Why?" My heart was racing just a little.

"Bunch of us are going over to the restaurant. It's Bob's birthday today. Why don't you come along? " Randy said.

"Okay. I'll see you there." I said and rushed to the washroom to do one final check of my hair and face. When I got to the restaurant, there were quite a few guys and girls there. In spite of his invitation, Randy didn't pay me much mind. I was disappointed that I'd taken it more personally than he meant it. I was just one of the gang, no one special to him. I tried to smile and have a good time but the rough-housing got on my nerves and I left after about an hour. Randy didn't even notice.

I didn't see Randy much after that since football had finished for the year. After graduation I went on to University, studied Medicine and got a position in my chosen field of Plastic Surgery. All the while, I kept track of him through friends. He was married but heading for divorce according to the rumors. It shamed me that I actually felt glad about that. It meant I still might have a chance.

There were still no breasts to speak of but I wore my hair a little longer. Now that college was over, I would pay more attention to how I looked. In my field, it was important. I made an appointment with a colleague who specialized in breast enhancements.

"Well, Terry. Looks like you're a good candidate for this but there are some other routes you can take as well," she said.

"Hormones you mean?" I asked.

"Yes, and in your case I'd recommend it. It will get rid of the excess facial hair as well."

Involuntarily I ran my hand over my chin. It would be a relief not to have to wax it constantly. "When can we

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