Self Pity, Anyone?

Drev nodded as she spoke, sometimes making little grunts of affirmation or amazement.

"It's funny, isn't it, how people presume so much without knowing a damn thing about you?" Drev kept looking at the pictures, fascinated with the process. He held a new respect for Wren - she could have gone all the way and had them put in big melons, but she opted for the classy, attractive handfuls.

"Thank you, my fucking point exactly." Sometimes swear words were needed, they just didn't always sound right. He turned the page and it was another of the front and profile shots.

"That's two weeks post-op, the day the stitches were removed. That shit hurts. Though unless I lift and stretch the skin where they were, you can't see the scar at all. I'm still really swollen there. They were surprised at that and did a sonogram and took some blood to make sure everything was ok, apparently I just heal slowly."

There were three more sets of pictures. The first was the double shots naked and the second was clothed, the last was a clothed before and a clothed, in profile side by side.

"That's seven weeks post-op and my final doctor's visit. That's the picture he has in his waiting room book. It seems I have perfect nipples or something, anyway he's very proud of his work on me."

“He should be,” Drev said, still looking at the pictures. “You’ve got great tits.” He kept looking at the photos, sometimes leaning down to get a better look at some detail. “Are your nipples still sensitive? I’ve heard of girls all but losing any sensitivity they had.”

"Honestly? I don't know. I mean it still hurts like hell when they seize up from a sudden burst of wind and if my shirt is an itchy fabric and I go with out a bra, I can feel it. I don't know if it's worse or the same. I never really paid attention."

'Wait, did he just ask that? And did I just answer? What the fuck? Ok so maybe I need to be just a little more oh I don't know observant or something. He just freaking asked about my nipples and I'm all like yeah I still feel shit. Would I answer the question like that if it had been a girl. Come to think of it, no ones asked me that before in the four years I've had these things no one as ever asked me about my nipples, not even the doctor, that I remember. Oh...my...Gos. I just fucking answered that.'

She shook her head a bit and turned the page for him. It was a photo of Wren with a man and woman that looked older than their years.

"That's my mom and dad. The day after my last appointment. I had to pinch my dad several times to get him to stop pointing at my boobs while a friend took the picture."

"What about the rest of your breasts? Are they still sensitive...?"

"...pointing at my boobs...." Drev laughed and flipped the page, but there were no more pictures. He closed the book and set it aside.

"That's funny, but a little creepy, coming from you own father..."

"I don't know that either."

She laughed at the memory playing in her head. Her father had been really weird about the whole thing. Mostly he thought it would make a great family story and so continued to be goofy during her entire visit.

"Not really, he's just goofy. Thought the whole thing was one big joke."

Drev turned to look at Wren with a smile on his lips. “Are you glad you got them done? I mean, it’s akin to getting a tattoo, as far as permanence, though I’d think having your tits enlarged would have an even bigger impact on your life? Did you notice a difference in the way people treated you before and after?”



”What the hell is this, 20/20?!” Drev hadn’t intended to sound like Hugh Downs, but he was genuinely curious about Wren’s experience with breast augmentation. He’d run into a lot of fake boobs in his day, and often enjoyed them. But he’d never actually asked a girl about them, about how they’d affected her life.

It was odd, normally she would have stopped the questions at, why did you do it, but she had this weird trust thing for Drev. She just couldn't understand how in the space of two days she trusted this man where she'd never trusted one before in her life, not even her father, not really really trusted them. She had pretended to trust and given just enough of herself to keep them happy, but not enough to get hurt with. The stuff she was telling him could her her hurt, and to top it all off he...was...a...man...

'What the fuck?'

"Yes, I did notice, but it's not in the way you would think. In my world the smaller your body is the better, your second can't lift you off the ground if you weight more than he can bench press or your dimensions are off. It kept me from principle rolls and made me something...other, in my instructors eyes. If I had been born with them, the treatment would have been the same, small is best when dancing ballet.

Beyond that, they gave me confidence. I had precious little of that and it was a way of saying to myself. I love myself enough to make myself in the image I have in my head, instead of just settling for what I've got. They gave me a weapon I didn't have before and a reason to love my body for more than what it could do in a pair of pink slippers and a tutu.

I don't know, it is probably a skewed outlook, but it works for me. I like to know I have a reason to hold my head up. I had gotten tired of memorizing the cracks in the sidewalk."

Drev nodded as she spoke, understanding her reasoning. "Good for you."

"I'm a big believer in the idea that you can't help others until you help yourself. I know, it sounds like an egotistical thing to say, but I've found it to be true on more than one occasion. You can't bring a smile to someone else if you're not wearing one yourself. It just doesn't work that way.

"And for you to go through with this, to make yourself feel more confident, I think you did yourself a great benefit. Especially since you want to teach dance. What kind of a teacher would you be if you didn't even feel confident about yourself? How could you expect your students to respect themselves if you were the most insecure of the bunch?"

"Wow," Drev said after he took a second to realize he'd just been preaching to this poor girl. "Sorry, didn't mean to get all... weird on you like that..."

Wren was speechless. No one had ever seen it her way before. Her parents had indulged her "phase," work had seen it as a great career move that would bring in lots of tips, and it had given her a stigma at school. No one had ever gotten the real reason before and here was this total stranger that didn't know her from Adam and he fucking got it.

"It's like a Koala came over and crapped a rainbow in my head."* She blinked several times and with out knowing what she was doing, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Drev in a fierce hug.

"Thank you."


((*ah a blast form the past. send me a PM if you want details))

Drev returned the hug, and had to force himself not to pay close attention to the way her body felt in his arms, the way her skin smelled, the way she felt almost familiar.... “It’s just a hug,” he admonished himself.

“Umm... you’re welcome,” he said. "Seems pretty obvious to me," he added with a small shrug.

Blushing profusely she climbed off of him and returned to her spot on the couch. "Yeah, sorry about that."

She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair. She could hear some long ago movie character saying "ooh awkward" and slinking off to the side. She smiled at him and tried to come up with something to move on, that didn't include babbling like an idiot or kissing him. "What?! Kiss who? You're kidding right? Why would you even think that? Did the Koala scratch out your logical thought processors while he was in there taking a crap?' She shushed the bitchy little voice and tilted her head to study Drev.

She wouldn't kiss him, but there had to be something that kept making her push her limits with him. It was a miracle she even had limits left, not to mention sanity. She was losing it and he was going to sit there and witness the entire sad slow melting.

Just then a loud guitar riff came screaming out of the stereo speakers and Wren jumped a good two inches off the couch.

"Well that was fun," she said as she dissolved into laughter.

Drev burst into hysterical laughter when Wren jumped. He was familiar with Du Hast by Rammstein, so when he’d heard the almost-subtle intro start, he’d expected the sudden and abrupt commencement of the loud, heavy industrial guitar riffs without even thinking about it. Wren, however, had not known what was coming.


“I’m sorry,” he said through his laughter. “Is that too loud?”

Wren put a hand to her heart to try and get it to settle. She wasn't the biggest fan of metal, but she didn't hate it either. That, however, scared the crap out of her.

"No, I'm fine...it's fine. What is that?"

She took several deep breaths and her chuckles, heart and breathing began to slow down. She really needed to get a grip. 'Also, never go see a scary movie with this man or your virtue is in deep kim shi' She blinked several times trying to figure out where the hell that had come from, maybe she should move down the couch some.

“Du Hast. By Rammstein,” he said, his laughter dropping to a light chuckle. “Great band, if you’re into German industrial metal.”

Drev caught that strange look in her eye and wondered what was going on in her head.

"I probably should have warned you about the eclectic playlist," he added with a smirk.

"Ah yes, the ever amazing German Industrial Metal genre."

She grinned at him. "That wouldn't have been near as fun as nearly shitting myself."

She turned toward him and scooted down the couch so that she could bring her feet and tuck her toes Drev's thigh.

"So, what ya wanna do?"

Drev gave her a wide grin.

"Umm... we could find a movie on Pay-Per-View, maybe. Something nice and scary. Or... um..." Drev tapped his lips and narrowed his eyes at the ceiling as he thought. "Shit I don't know," he said, looking back at Wren. "My muscles are still a little sore from my workout. All I can think of involves being really lazy."

"Ok, see you were supposed to say, 'I don't know what you wanna do?' Then I get to say, 'I don't know what you wanna do?' Then you say, 'I don't know what you wanna do?' Then I get to say, 'I don't know..now don't start that again.' Then I get to snap my beak and flap my wings at you. Because were board now that the tiger and boy have gone away."

She grinned and wiggled her toes under his leg, and stretched her arms over her head. 'Holy crap! I need a shower.' She put her arms down quickly.

"Uh, I think I'm going to go take a shower, why don't you fins us a movie to watch and I'll be back in a jiffy."

Drev looked at Wren curiously, then enjoyed her stretching more than he should have.

"Can do." "Devil's Rejects" should be on PPV by now; and you can't go wrong with Rob Zombie. And since Wren didn't specifically request no horror flicks....

Drev got up to turn off the music and get the TV, surround sound, etc. up and running. "Will you be up for some popcorn, or no?"

Wren rubbed her belly and gave it a little pat, when Drev asked about popcorn.

"I shouldn't, but it sounds yummy. Might as well add in a coke. I'll work it off tomorrow."

She went into the bathroom and started the water, as it ran she undressed and ran a brush through her hair. She bathed, washed her hair and ran a razor over her legs, and arm pits. She left her face alone, she'd do that before bed, with a mask or something, she had a little dry patch forming between her eyebrows that needed some help.

With a giant towel wrapped around her from chest to mid-thigh, she tip-toe ran into the bedroom and pulled on a set of pajamas; red fleece pants covered in little white hearts and a white baby doll tee with a big red heart in the center. They'd been a gift from her mom last Christmas and she still got a giggle out of them. She slipped her panda bear slippers on her feet and went to rejoin Drev on the couch.

"So what'd you pick?"