Danielle
Getting your shy nerdy girlfriend addicted to plastic surgery
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We've been together a very, very long time. Sweethearts who stayed in touch and in love throughout going to different colleges, video dated from countries away during the pandemic. It seemed like nothing could come between us. We were our friend groups
power couple. And now here we are. Together again fresh out of college, living together in an apartment in the city. Trying to start the rest of our happily ever after. But there's a small problem. I've always been a bit insecure about my looks. I was cute, skinny, short, and you always assured me that you loved me no matter what I looked like. But still I used to get bullied when we were in school for having a flat chest, and for having no real curves to speak of. Which is why, today as you sat out on our apartment balcony reading something on your phone, sipping you coffee before getting ready for the day, I was getting ready to ask you a big question. You see, you came from pretty decent money. And while you weren't 9 bedroom mansion, 10 car garage rich like your parents, you had a pretty sizeable savings left to you by your grandparents as well as investments you'd made that let you live fairly comfortable, and student loan free. And that's important, because what I was about to ask you for was expensive, as I paced back and forth in our living room. I couldn't afford it, but you could fairly easily. Finally I took a deep breath, working up the gumption to come out on to the balcony, look you dead in the eye and say:
I've put a lot of thought into this and...I would like breast implants.