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"I just don't get people's obsession with big boobs," he said.

"Well, I'm not sure if you've noticed but they are pretty good for attracting attention and gaining friends," she teased.

"Yeah, sure. But why do people get soo obsessed with them?" he asked again.

"I don't know, they just do," she replied. "People love boobs."

"But that's the thing, my love, they don't all love them. Some people hate them."

She laughed at his honesty, "well those people are idiots." He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

They sat with their backs against a tree in the middle of the park, enjoying the warm summer evening as it drifted into night. The sky was lit up by a million diamonds, and Renee gazed into the sky before returning her eyes to her boyfriend's face. He still had that same goofy look he always wore when they began dating two years ago, his brown eyes were sparkling in the reflection of the stars. She had never been one to believe in soul mates or anything like that but somehow she knew this was it. As if sensing her thoughts he turned to look at her and their eyes locked together for a moment before his smile grew wider and he reached over to hold her hand.

"You're amazing," he said simply as he squeezed her hand lightly. The compliment made her blush and she smiled before pulling him closer and kissing him gently on the lips. They sat there for a few more minutes under the stars before getting up from their spot in the grass and walking hand-in-hand back to his car parked across from where they had been sitting.

Renee laid in bed waiting for sleep to take over as she thought about everything that had happened earlier today. It was now early Tuesday morning and yesterday had been quite an eventful day for her due to some unexpected news...news that would change her life forever. It all began after work yesterday afternoon when she got home from work and decided to check Facebook while eating an apple slice that was beginning to go bad in her fridge. While scrolling through posts and looking at pictures of friends' lives Renee saw a post that caught her eye; it was from one of her high school friends who now lived locally in New York City working as a model, something Renee herself had always dreamed of doing but never quite had the confidence or drive to pursue it herself. In any case Renee followed along through a series of photos from wedding dress shopping (something else Renee had always wanted to try on), makeup trials (again something she wish she could have done), photoshoots (which she found herself admiring in spite of herself), and eventually came across a picture of her friend posing next to an older man who was also smiling for the camera in front of what looked like an entryway into a gym or studio of some sort:

Her caption read "Just left this awesome workout facility!! Gonna be able to do amazing things with these guns!" - which caused Renee's heart to skip a beat as she read those words out loud then quickly reread the caption again before looking at all of the other photos associated with this post: There were more close-up shots of her friend's arms flexed with veins popping out everywhere and several photos taken outside of what looked like this same gym with various signs advertising its services ("World Class Training Center", "Professional Coaches", "Advanced Equipment", etc.). Upon seeing these signs Renee felt both intrigued and confused until finally something clicked inside brain as she remembered seeing billboards around town advertising basically everything similar to this place: Gyms, weight loss specialists, cosmetic surgeons - basically any type of business dealing with physical appearance was featured prominently on such billboards. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: This gym where her friend presumably visited is probably some sort of plastic surgery clinic! Her thoughts raced as she suddenly realized how much she wanted whatever was being offered here at this place - whatever it was that would give me bigger breasts like my friend has! She went back to reading through other photos on Facebook trying desperately hard not to jump up out of bed screaming for joy over what she had just discovered until finally giving up on making sense anything more about this new situation because sleepiness finally won out over excitement - causing her body to sink deeper into bed as sleep overtook her frame...where dreams played out their own strange stories involving big boobs and funny haired doctors offering various injections during strange medical procedures in odd locations...and suddenly someone was shaking me awake gently while saying my name softly