"Thank God I'm home for summer break," Lisa muttered. "I have now officially survived my first year at college." She grimaced, thinking, "It sure wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped it would be though." She continued unpacking the few things she'd brought home. Her parents were happy to have her home again, and her room was just as she'd left it -- although cleaner, since her mom had dusted and vacuumed. She hung a few dresses in her closet, and put her underwear, T-shirts, shorts and bikini in her dresser drawers, leaving out one set to change into. Undressing to change, she started trembling the moment that she was naked.
She tried to ignore or block the thing that was truly bothering her. But that didn't work. She couldn't do it. It was as bad as telling someone to sit facing a room corner and not think about a white bear! OK, things weren't so bad in high school, as far as this issue went. A lot of her female classmates had flat chests back then... they'd not begun to develop yet. So Lisa didn't stick out like a sore thumb in that group, since she didn't 'stick out' upstairs.
Her parents had decided to let her delay college for one year, taking her on a extended trip through Europe, to expose her to other languages, cultures, and ways of life. Of course, they were with her the whole time, worried she might get lost or something. It was a magical experience, but still Lisa'd had such high hopes when heading off to college -- the chance to increase her knowledge, and the freedom of being away from home... especially the freedom. She loved learning, and soaked up new concepts like a sponge. She'd always been an 'A' student. Visualizing college as a fount of higher learning, and also a chance to socialize in a... well... unsupervised manner... sounded like heaven to her.
However, when she saw her female classmates, she became very self-conscious about her chest. All she saw were young women with well developed breasts. She quickly bought a padded bra to try to 'fit in' with this new group of people. Still, when she attended classes, she'd carry her books to hide her chest. In the lectures, she'd huddle over her desk, taking notes.
But physical education classes were a requirement, and they involved sports. And performing sports made a person sweaty. And that led to showering... with a bunch of other young women... women with tits, mostly B cups and C cups.
Recalling those showering ordeals, she turned and looked at her nude body in her full length mirror. Her tears flowed as they always did when she looked at her chest. Her breasts were barely A cups on a good day. At college, in the shower room, the others had noticed immediately. Her cheeks flamed when she remembered the taunts they'd made.
"Did they let a boy in here?"
"She says her name's Lisa, but she looks more like a Lee, doesn't she?"
"Definitely no need for a sports bra, is there?"
And so on. Other co-eds wore tight sweaters to emphasize their figures. In her case, if she put on a sweater, all of the slight curve of her chest vanished, unless she stuffed her padded bra with extra tissues. She imagined that if she tried that, the co-eds that showered with her might blurt out, "Who are you trying to kid, Lisa?" and laugh and point. Her cheeks flared with embarrassment, just imagining that scenario.
She was friendly by nature, as well as smart and pretty. So her male classmates chatted her up, flirted, and made passes. But Lisa discouraged any physical intimacy, as much as she craved it, because she didn't want to risk the guy seeing or even feeling her chest. Therefore, she was getting the education she craved, but not the socializing that she'd hoped to experience. She wasn't sure she could take another year of such humiliation.
Something had to be done.
Fortunately, she was old enough to opt for breast augmentation surgery without the need for parental consent. She'd even located a female surgeon that performed such enhancement surgeries, and had sought a consultation during one of the midterm breaks. Hearing her story, the doctor was sympathetic, since she understood the importance of this aspect of Lisa's appearance to her self-esteem and hopes.
During the examination, the doctor had stated, "Yes. You have enough tissue here for an excellent enhancement. Since you're a young woman, the best would be saline implants, and I'm certain we could achieve a B-cup or even a C-cup, if you wish." She explained how the incisions would be made, and how the surgical scar would be practically invisible.
Lisa's heart raced, hearing that possibility. "Does the surgery take long? And would I have to be hospitalized?"
"No, this is an outpatient procedure. It usually only takes one to two hours to complete. Most patients are back to their normal activities by the next day."
"That sounds wonderful, Doctor. And how much does it cost?"
"For saline implants, it costs $12,000. Unfortunately, it's not covered by most medical insurance, since it's an elective procedure. Perhaps you can have family or friends help you with the cost."
Lisa did some quick mental math. "I have $2,500 in savings, so I need $9,500. Given the length of summer vacation, I'd need to average around $790 per week, or about $115 per day. That should be doable, especially if I save a little more money before summer." She didn't want to ask her parents to help financially, because she was of the 'it is easier to get forgiveness than it is to get permission' school of thought. She didn't want her parents trying to stop her. "That sounds feasible, Doctor. I'll keep in touch, and if I have the funds, I'd like to do this during my summer break, probably in late August."
Back at college, Lisa resolved to gain whatever cash she could toward her goal. She discovered that tutoring other students paid well. Also, there was a job board that offered various jobs for nearby families, especially babysitting during evenings when the parents wanted a chance to go out to dinner, or see a movie together. She liked babysitting, since she could study while doing those jobs, and they paid fairly well.
Beverly, a classmate that she was tutoring, told her about earning money by being a figure model for the Art School's life drawing classes. She cajoled Lisa to at least come and observe during the next time she was scheduled to model, just to see what the classes were like. It was fine with the art professor -- he was used to co-eds observing, virtually 'dipping their toe in the water' to see if modeling was something they'd like to do. Many of his steady models had begun that way. He just asked Lisa to stay near the back of the room, so she wouldn't block anyone's line of sight.
Waiting nervously, Lisa smiled with relief when Beverly finally appeared from a side room and climbed up onto a small raised stage near the center of the room. She'd been looking at the reassuring smile that Beverly was directing toward her, so it hadn't registered that the coed was wearing a robe. But seconds later, the robe was tossed aside and Beverly stood there completely naked! Lisa blushed at the unanticipated nudity, and the heat of that blush seemed to race from her cheeks to her toes. The students in the class made no comments -- they just started sketching. These were warm-up quick sketches to limber up their arms, so Beverly changed poses about every 10-20 seconds.
Lisa stood rooted to the spot, her jaw slack, as she watched Beverly unabashedly stretch her body into various positions. From time to time, the model rotated a little, changing the view she was giving to the different parts of the room. And what a display it was! Lisa found herself looking at Beverly's well-defined muscles in her arms, legs and even her abdomen. She never covered herself coyly... her large breasts with their perky nipples were fully on display. And once, when Beverly was facing away from her, the model leaned well over, and Lisa found herself gaping at the young woman's pussy lips and asshole! No one even murmured... they kept sketching.
Finally, Beverly was seated on a large chair for a long pose. She displayed herself with her legs spread wide apart, and one arm draped over the back of the chair. The pose seemed so lewd to Lisa that she felt she had to leave before she said or did something that might draw unwanted attention to her. Briefly catching Beverly's eye, she pointed at her watch, then the door, and gave a small wave. Beverly winked and barely moved her head in a nod of acknowledgment. As Lisa exited the art building, the cool air on her face emphasized how hot and flushed her cheeks were from that eye-opening experience.
But as she walked across the campus, she realized that she envied two things about Beverly... her aplomb at displaying her body to people, and her well-developed breasts. "I could never take my clothes off in front of people like that," she thought. Her hand strayed subconsciously to her chest, with its padded bra. "Especially if it meant displaying my practically non-existent tits. Maybe I'll feel differently if I manage to get them enhanced, as I plan. But I'm certainly not going to be modeling for art classes to earn the money I need for the operation."
Lisa's hard work paid off. As summer break approached, she found she'd added $1,900 to her savings. She calculated she'd need to earn about $630 per week, or about $90 per day, during summer vacation to have enough money. "Surely I can do that!" she said to herself. And she was already laying the groundwork. Using various social media postings targeted to the area around her home town, she'd posted an advertisement. It read: 'A Helping Hand -- Need a babysitter? Need your dog walked? Your house cleaned? Your lawn mowed? Your laundry done? You name it, and I'll get it done! I'm taking bookings for this summer, so call now and I'll get you scheduled.'
The responses were already coming in. She had a day planner, and already her first few weeks were filling up with jobs.
So when her vacation started, Lisa 'hit the ground running' as they say. She was busy babysitting, mowing lawns, and washing cars, with an occasional dog walking in her schedule. More jobs were booking, as well, keeping her quite busy. All this exercise was toning her arm and leg muscles. Even her back and abdominal muscles were strengthening. With a prudent application of sun screen, she was acquiring a healthy-looking tan. The sun was starting to bleach her hair, before she got in the habit of wearing a sun hat while working outdoors.
At the end of the first month, she tallied up the total her jobs had accrued. She was pleased to see that she'd made almost $1,200... but dismayed to compute that she'd now have to earn an average of around $800 a week, or $115 a day, to reach her goal. On the good side, she felt stronger than when the month had begun, and had more endurance. On the bad side, there were only so many hours in the day, and any time she spent transitioning between jobs was lost income. So she smiled about her next booking. This would be her first housecleaning job, booked for 4 hours and paying $100. That alone practically covered her daily goal, and the woman even fed her lunch!
