Chapter 3: Rising Action
"You finally look like you have some T&A to go with that beautiful face, Sam. Trust me, you're going to see some big changes now that you've got those bad boys on display!" Nurse Jane's smile was wide and teasing, and if she was anyone else, I would have laughed it off. But this wasn't a locker room. This was my hospital workspace, fresh out of surgery with new breasts that no one had asked me if I wanted.
"I thought Sherry was the hospital Bimbo" Nurse Jane continued, trying to help me into my scrub top "Judging by these new additions, she's gonna need a new title."
I couldn't help twitching an eyebrow at her, even though my heart felt like it might break in half. "Do I really look like a bimbo?" I asked.
There was a defensive edge to my voice that I couldn't hide even if I tried. I didn't want to accept my new body, and I certainly didn't want to be pigeon-holed as someone's eye-candy.
Nurse Jane laughed. "Of course, you're totally pulling it off though" She said, eyeing me up and down. "I mean, they do suit you."
I adjusted my scrub top and sighed deeply. "Thanks, Jane. It's just a lot to take in." I said, frustrated that Jane still didn't believe that I didn't want my implants.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, I didn't choose these. They were put in by mistake."
Jane held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Believe it or not, I'm on your side. I just want you to be happy and comfortable with your new look. It's a big change, and you're adjusting to it just fine."
She patted my arm reassuringly and gave me a small smile before moving off to attend to her other duties.