After the move to LA and finding jobs Brandon decided after a couple of years to start his own HVAC business and did so with a few customers. His business grew rapidly and he had to spend more and more time attending to it. Finding good employees was almost impossible so he was having to do it all himself.
I worked in the IT field and while I had a few times a year that I had to work til 2-3AM, or even to work from 6PM to 6AM it wasn't all that often. As I gained more experience with more and more products I seemed to get promoted rather quickly. Eventually I was running my own team and managing portions of the datacenter, even being sent to customer sites to unfuck their systems occasionally.
After 2-3 years Brandon and I hardly saw each other. He would work late and get home at midnight or later. I would leave the house while he was still asleep, rinse and repeat. Needless to say the sex almost immediately dropped to 2-3 times a year. I thought back to the talk with the girl my first night in LA about this being the mecca of cosmetic surgery. So on a Sunday when Brandon didn't have to work I mentioned that I had been thinking about getting my breasts done. Or if you ask me, I just wanted to have breasts at all. As when we moved to LA I joined a gym and worked out consistently and stopped eating McDonalds. I was never "fat" but on my frame I got to around 115lbs I didn't' like how I looked. Unfortunately when I did lose weight and gain muscle not only did I trim up but I then lost what little I had and could hardly fill my 32A bra. I cried every time I thought about looking for an AA or AAA bra, hell I might as well go without, because guys had bigger boobs than I did even if they weren't fat.
So after bringing the idea up to Brandon he definitely wasn't opposed but then again he was still hyper focused on work, like always. So I researched a few surgeons in LA and decided on one that was top notch, also he charged top notch prices. But hey you get what you pay for right?
I made an appointment for a consult and went to see him. He was moderate in height, fit, and handsome. Yet also professional. We got to the part of the consult dealing with breast size and how many CCs the implants should be. Sadly with how small I was at the time, not tiny but smaller than average, I just didn't have enough extra skin for very much without serious deformity, muscle problems for under the muscle implants, or horrible stretch marks.
My options seemed limited to an A cup or maybe barely a B. I was so up set I was holding back the tears as I sat there. The Dr. asked what I was expecting. I told him that I had always wanted to have large breasts and was very envious of other girls that did.
After this brief exchange the Dr. mentioned that tissue expanders were an option. Normally used for breast cancer patients that had to have their breast[s] completely removed. He said they would have some discomfort but it should go away after 3-4 days. He went on to explain that they were essentially an expandable implant that would be incrementally filled like a water balloon until I had adjusted to the size I wanted. They would be filled through a port that was under each armpit.
