“I love those gorgeous breasts!” I exclaimed when I saw the photograph. It was blown up, framed, and exhibited at the lobby of the mall where I was working. “How I wish I could meet the model,” I added as an afterthought.
“Brandi,” a woman said. She extended her hands and added, “You’ve just met her! I’m the model and photographer.”
I was dumbstruck for a second. “Wow! The photograph does not lie. Those breasts are gorgeous,” I said, openly looking at her breasts now. She was wearing a sheer top with a lacy bra underneath. I could easily trace the outline of her boobies.
She smiled, “Thanks. I had experimented with a few techniques and ended up with these pictures.” With that, she pointed to the rest of her exhibits.
I looked at the exhibit title, “The Beauty of Natural Breast Enhancement”. A section was dedicated to “The Un-Gorgeous Me” and another to the “Gorgeous Me”. It was actually very clever and nice. She toured me around the exhibit, pointing out some of the pictures that had a funny history.
She had B cups that looked nice enough but she made the pictures look solemn, almost boring so that almost looked ugly in them. Meanwhile, the ones after the natural breast enhancement looked sunny, more colorful. The pictures looked like they were taken by another photographer because they looked really stunning, like they were almost real! She had F cups now, I forgot to mention.
A lot of women would undergo natural breast enhancement just to become this beautiful, I know. Though the exhibit was actually more of a celebration of a woman’s body, it also looked like an advertisement of sort that plastic surgeons would surely have a surge of patients in the coming days.
I am not particular with a woman’s breast form but I also have nothing against a woman making herself more beautiful – not for a man but for herself.
