Tiffany
“I was thinking really big, would that bother you? Like 350 cc’s.” I said.
“No, that wouldn’t bother me. I just want you to be happy.”
“Oh, baby. I love how you’re always thinking of me. I wanna do it.” I said, clapping my hands together and jumping up and down like the excited little w***e he wanted me to be.
“Awesome, baby. I’ll get a consultation set up.” he said, his face red with excitement and smiling uncontrollably.
After that, I told him that the reason I wasn’t up for s*x was because I didn’t feel sexy, and that I thought the boob job and blonde hair would make me feel confident enough to open back up to him. He was suddenly the most understanding man in the world, and fell hook line and sinker when I told him that I wanted to wait until after the surgery to start bac
