Chapter 1

M+F(20) bigbreasts doctor exploit hypnosis drugs

He was staring; he was trying to hide it, but she could tell. She could always tell. She got off the subway at her stop and made her way through the afternoon crowds. The man sitting across from her on the subway was no different than any of the other men. They tried to hide it and she tried not to notice the way their brows would raise in surprise, then they would try to look everywhere but at her. It didn’t work though, their stares invariably led back to her chest. She was 20 years old and had HH Cup breasts.

Cindy had thought it was fun when she was developing so much faster than her friends at a young age. She was always the most popular with the boys and the girls were jealous. Ha! Now it was more a curse, everyone staring, being hit on by guys that were old enough to be her grandfather! She wasn’t taken seriously at work and losing that last promotion was the final straw. She was going to put an end to that today. She had an appointment with a plastic surgeon in ten minutes. Life was going to get better.

CH1 - an alternative

Cindy found the plastic surgeons office, but she was a little skeptical about going inside. She checked the address on the card again to be sure she was at the right place. For a medical office, it looked a little run down. Oh well, who was she to judge, her life was about to change for the good; she opened the front door and walked in.

The reception area was nice and cozy. It reminded her of the doctor’s office she used to visit as a kid. It had the same old waiting chairs and the same low coffee table with the old magazines.

“Hello? May I help you?”

She turned and saw that a man had come out of a side hallway. He was probably in his mid-thirties, wearing a long white jacket, “Dr. Amir? I’m Cindy. I had an appointment at 3?”

He smiled warmly; she liked his smile, a trusting smile. “Of course,” he said, “please come in.” He motioned her down the hallway and into his office.

It was your standard medical office; large desk, tacky visitor chair, large comfy chair, examining table, window and bookshelf full of unread books. Other than a couple medical diplomas on the wall and a dying plant in the corner, the room was fairly sparse.

He had seated himself behind the desk and was quickly reading a file folder. She sat in the visitors chair as he looked up, “Cindy, thank you for coming today. Am I correct; you are interested in a breast reduction procedure?” She looked down and nodded. “May I ask why?”

She looked up, surprised; this was not the response she was expecting. “Well, as I told you on the phone, I am uncomfortable with my size; I’m experiencing back pain; um, I’m dizzy.” She hoped he would be happy with that. She certainly didn’t want to get into the actual reasons.

“hmmm.” He was looking at the file again, but seemed distracted, “back pain ... dizzy ... uncomfortable.” He set the file folder down and smiled. “Cindy, I understand what you are saying and these are very valid concerns. As a physician, we are bound to explore every option; surgery always being a last choice. Even plastic surgeons must explore every option for their patients.”

Cindy cut in, “But I need to have this done!” For all his fancy explanation, it sounded like he was going to talk her out of it. “Dr. Amir, you don’t understand what it’s like.” She was tearing up now, she told him everything; how she was always made to feel uncomfortable; how men reacted around her; how she felt she was always on display. He had to do the surgery, he just had to!

Dr. Amir listened patiently; his hands steepled in front of him. “Cindy, believe me, I do understand. You’re not the first woman to come to me with these concerns. There is a therapy that I have had considerable success with these past years.” He held his hands up at her obvious look of rejection, “Please, just give it a chance. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll explore the surgery option. Honestly, as a physician, I am required, ethically, to do this. Any surgeon you approach would have to follow the same steps.” And he smiled.

She found his smile so warm; so disarming, so trusting. She replied timidly, “What kind of therapy?”

CH2 - dr. amir’s therapy

He could not believe his luck; it was finally going his way for a change. The events of the past year with the court case; it seemed like the whole world was against him. One piece of luck, the evidence for the sexual harassment charge had been inadmissible, so the charges had been dropped in court. Of course, the medical society had him on probation which had really put a dent in his business and, more importantly, his pay cheque. Then Cindy had called one quiet Tuesday afternoon. She had wanted to come and discuss a breast reduction. He knew if he handled this right, he could be into some good cash.

She had been right on time; three o’clock on the nose. She had said over the telephone that she was a HH cup, but the clothes she was wearing today hid any sign of that. She had on a bulky coat, over-sized dress pants and low heels. Her light brown hair was pulled up in a simple pony tail. She was sitting across the desk from him and he had to keep pretending to read the blank file folder to collect his thoughts. He had to play this right.

“What I propose is a series of therapy sessions. Honestly, there is more to it than just back problems and dizziness. In these sessions we will explore your reasoning, your fears and your inner-thinking. I’m sure you can see, I’m from India and we have had great success with hypnosis in delving into a person’s deep emotion.”

“I don’t want to be hypnotized!” She looked like a deer ready to bolt.

“No, no, please don’t misunderstand. True hypnosis is not making people walk around like chickens; it’s not making people do what they don’t want to do. It’s rather, a method for people to delve deeper into their psyche so they can better understand their emotions and fears. I guarantee you, how long would I, as a professional, be in business if I was making people bark like a dog, eh?” He smiled again; he could tell she liked his smile, all the ladies did and it had an almost magical effect on them.

She cautiously agreed. He sat forward, “Good. How about we have a session right now? It takes about 45 minutes. Do you have time?” She said she did; she had the entire day off.

He closed the blinds and dimmed the lights. He asked her to move to the comfy chair and if she could remove her coat. She hesitated, a look of fear on her face. “Cindy, remember, I am a doctor and there is nothing you have that I have not seen before. I have many, many clients that have wanted not only breast reduction, but breast augmentation. I just feel you will be more comfortable without that bulky coat on.”