‘The choice is up to you, April. If you enter my correctional program, then you’re sentence will automatically be reduced to the time it takes to ...urn you into a good little girl, usually three to four days and after you’ve successfully finished that program, you will be released and relocated, you will be placed in the care of a mentor.’ April pulled her foot on the chair and embraced her own knee. With her head slightly tilted she examined the doctor. He was tall and his shoulders where. You are now wearing A-cups. Not many girls of your age haveB-cups. You don't have enough breast tissue to fill them. So, we needinserts too. And no pullover will be able to hide your new breasts.Are you ready for that?I felt a desire to have real full breasts, but had difficultiesexpressing it to my mom. It was just too embarrassing, and I felt likea lunatic. Something had to be awfully wrong with me. Why was I sounlike other boys?- Forget it mom.- I'll write it in my inner notebook. . And ... Susan would have come back. It was because of me she didn't. Maybe life is punishing me 'cause of what I did. Maybe..." OK, that's my other question. What happened to Susan?" When we got to Prague, she just wanted to get on a plane and come home, and maybe try to get you some help. I ... I don't know Kim. I knew you were fucked, and I ... just ... didn't give a shit. So, I hooked up with some local guys, and we partied while Susan sat in the hostel by herself. The next day she told me. The trip was pretty uneventful, we stopped a couple of time to eat and swap drivers and arrived a little after 11pm both tired and ready for a good night’s sleep. I picked up the key from reception and parked outside our room. It was a carbon copy of most 4 star motels with a bathroom on the right of a hallway leading to the main room. The main room was reasonably large with coffee making facilities, bar fridge, desk with the usual Internet and phone, a couple of lounge chairs, TV on the wall.