Parting Ways With Myself (Michelle)

A note from the Author

I don’t normally talk to you all directly, occasionally writing scenes for various characters of Auc’s. And mostly working behind the scenes to try and manage the wider world the characters inhabit. But today I wanted to talk to everyone directly for a very special reason. Back in January of 2022 I wrote this entry as a continuation of Michelle’s story from when we saw her in Susan’s wedding arc. I didn’t know if we would ever release it. But I felt it deep down inside of me that it was a story that needed to be told. A story that HAD to be written, even if only Auc and I ever saw it... There is no picture for this entry, because if ever there was a time to forego the fanservice and focus on what’s important, it’s now. This is a celebration of what we hope for ourselves and our agency to chase after our own desires and ideals. Thank you.

-GP

Story

Today was the day. Michelle stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows of birds as they jumped form branch to branch on the tree outside her window in the morning light. Her phone vibrated softly in her hand and started to ring shortly after. She brought it up and dismissed the alarm with a swipe.

Michelle’s belly was tied in knots and with every breath the back of her mind felt the all too familiar weight upon her chest. Today would change that though. The anticipation had been eating away at her for the past few weeks. With a gulp and a quick breath to steady her nerves she tossed the covers aside, causing them to billow out across her bed.

Michelle pulled her shirt over her head and let it slip out of her hands into a pile on the floor as she nervously approached the mirror. “The first day of the new me...” She took a breath, her chest still constricted despite standing. The weight she had been so used to bearing down on her chest was all but simulated now, bandages tightly wrapped across her upper body. The weight was gone but the pressure had persisted these past few weeks.

She had been too nervous to actually look at them out of the bandages though. She’d never had a very strong stomach, the sight of blood making her gag on more than one occasion. Her sister was kind enough to help wipe down her body whenever she needed to change the bandages, while she adamantly kept her eyes shut. Her doctor said that the sutures would have healed enough by now though; That she should be fine without anything protecting her breasts and she could take the bandages off permanently.

She picked at the tape and started to unwrap the bandages from around her chest. She still wasn’t entirely sure about what size she’d ended up with, though her sister had said that they were really nice. When the doctor had asked her what size and shape she wanted, all she had said was “Dealer's Choice”. Which had given the doctor a chuckle.

With a sudden shift the bandage loosened up, her breasts pushing it forward slightly as they were freed; Surprising Michelle who took an involuntary breath. It was almost unnerving how easily she could do so, nothing pulling at her or compressing her. She still held the bandages to her chest though, nervous at what they’d look like after all this. Are they even going to look good in a top?

Slowly she lowered her arms and the bandages with them, revealing her new breasts. The bandages slipped out of her hand falling to the floor as Michelle just stared at herself in the mirror. There were still deep red scars running along the bottom half of her new breasts, a line coming up towards her nipple along the bottom and encircling her areola. Her doctor hadn’t removed them completely and had left her with small handfuls. Michelle was surprised by how perky they were; She hadn’t even considered that. They still had a slight teardrop shape across the bottom with her nipple facing forward but on the lower half of her breasts. They looked like fully matured breasts and not just growing cones or fake domes.

She suddenly remembered something and stumbled to her closet. She threw the door open and dug through a bunch of bags that littered the floor inside. She eventually found the one she was looking for, pulling out a light blue top. It was frillier than she normally went for and she still didn’t have a bra to wear with it, but when she saw it at the store before her reduction she couldn’t help but buy it and hope she might one day get to wear it.

She slipped it on, the ruffles stretched over her small bust and did a well enough job even without a bra of holding them in. Her heart raced and she felt her eyes tear up. It fits.... It looks good.

She brought up her hands to her mouth as she sank down to her knees tears filling her eyes. She took another breath, filling her chest as she sniffled. She still had cleavage but a far more modest amount, no longer the foot of it she had before. She couldn’t believe how much more the person in the mirror looked like... her. At least the person she had hoped to be.

There was a tap on her shoulder and Michelle jumped slightly, looking to find her sister and mother standing near her. She hadn’t even heard them knock, let alone come up to her. Michelle's sister helped her up from the ground and gave her a hug, then held her out at arms length.

Her mother spoke up first, her mouth tight and her voice measured. “Are you satisfied with the results?”

Michelle nodded through her tears. Her mom flashing a tight smile, a nod, and walked away.

Michelle's sister rolled her eyes and smiled at her. “You look amazing Michelle. I’m so happy for you.” she pressed her forehead to Michelle's.

Michelle wanted to stay like this forever, but she pulled away so she could turn towards the mirror again. She lightly bounced on the balls of her feet which was a lot easier to do now. There was some jiggle, but nowhere in a hundred years as much as before. She smiled “Thanks sis.” She looked up behind her. ”I can’t wait to do... Everything, now.”