And then there was the breast affair.
I actually did set money aside for breast implants for Kaaren.
I’d even spoken to a plastic surgeon who specialized in breast augmentation about doing the procedure on male patients.
Then, once I had all my ducks in a row, I approached Kaaren with the idea.
I knew that it was going to be difficult for him, and me as well, but I honestly thought it was something he’d wanted.
Of course it was going to be hard for us to be discreet about it but at the same time I wasn’t talking about double D cups. I was thinking about something more my size. Mine are a nice B cup and I wouldn’t want them any larger. My friends have nothing but complaints about sagging and back pain and having to wear industrial strength bras like our grandma used to wear.
Anyway, I actually thought Kaaren would jump at the chance to have boobs.
I was wrong.
Oh my goodness. The drama was awful. Tears and wailing about how I didn’t love him as he was.
Of course nothing could have been further from the truth. I loved him so much that I wanted to give him a gift that would make him happy for the rest of his life.
It really had his head spinning.
Sure he had fantasized about having breasts of his own but suddenly having to choose whether to do it or not was a little overwhelming for him.
He wanted to make me happy even if it meant actually surgically altering his body but it wasn’t something he really wanted.
And before I go on I’ll admit that I kind of liked the idea of having him being even more feminine, even more girly, and I’d enjoy having boobs that weren’t mine to play with.
The indecision was tearing my poor sweetheart up.
Ultimately he decided against it but I made it clear that if he ever changed his mind that the offer would always be there.
There were times after that when he would talk about having breasts of his own but it was only talk.
And he didn’t seem to mind that when the urge hit me I’d find someone else with boobs to play with even though he was very rarely allowed to watch.
Mrs K
