"Thank you Dr. , how can I help you ?"
(laughing) "This is the question that I'm supposed to ask you !"
Further in the conversation I learned that I qualify for a breast reduction surgery. The drugs I'm bound to take from now on have documented side effects, gynecomastia being one of them.
Given that I already have a pronounced tendency, surgery might be the only viable option although long term results are far from guaranteed.
Finally no one really knows why men grow boobs. But they can be knifed-out if such is my desire.
At this point I was able to distinguish only shadows in the white fog of my impaired sight. That doctor was one of them.
Pity, I couldn't catch the face she might have pulled when I declared that I don't suffer from my boobs and their presence is the result of many years of caring efforts.
Yet her voice was a tell-tale sign of a patient-doctor relationship shifting into higher gear.
For a moment it was just two ladies talking boobs. One probably elegant in her white coat and the other, a fully qualified train wreck in a hospital bed, ugly scars over the head...
We now meet on a regular schedule. She monitors various analysis and fine tunes my prescription drugs cocktail.
"You know Dr., your elixirs are kind of working, I had a snug fitting of an "E" cup the other day."
(smiling) "Don't blow your budget on it, bras are not covered by the medical insurance in your case..."
Happy New Year Doc, your friendly smile and humor are worth truckloads of medicines !
Nice humorous talk in the end?
ReplyDeleteDid you have gynaecomastia in your younger days Feminea? Difficult to believe you grew E-cups only from Soy milk? I envy them.
Well Sis, thanks for the comment, see, I was rather on tall side. No boobies.... Sad. Dresses and blouses hanging loose...
DeleteRice bags, water balloons, homemade jelly bags were suddenly not enough. I had to have the real thing.
Then I started soy milk, very tight chestband bras and at a later stage, pumping with a second-hand mighty breast-pump whose vacuum limiting circuit I had doctored.
It was an obsession. I cried, relentlessly asking my Fairy for titties, my own boobies to fill my silky slips and blouses.
Bottom line, it worked. Slowly at first, steadily afterwards. Yes, genetic men can induce and lactate, first hand experience. A mind blowing life changing one indeed.
Although over the recent years I had "girls" well in the "C" range, I was never diagnosed nor even told about gynecomastia.
This time however it was different. My actual prescription cocktail of chemistry has known documented side effects. Therefore I qualify for breast removing surgery. Oncology is a strange world, just a few miles north from hell.
I will not have them removed. I always dreamed to have big soft warm breasts.
How can I complain now, that I can have them potentially fuller ?
Only regret, with age I don't pass anymore.