New breasts

There was a train I had to catch, to somewhere... I walked down the stairs towards the open door of the wagon... The whole scene seemed to be set at the grotesque entrance of my old high school. And it all had to do with where I was going: some clinic (I guess) where i was going to get new breasts. I only found out the 'why' of the new boobs after it was done.

I saw myself without breasts and the 'oldish' doctor put my new ones on. They were big. As big as my original ones. 'Why did you give me the same ones, I wanted smaller ones!'

He then took one of the old ones, which looked like an implant. He grabbed tweezers and started plucking the filling out: wool, plush. As if it were a stuffed animal. And that's when he showed me something that looked like a bug. Like a plush bug. 'This is the tumor,' while removing it from the triangular tit. 'And this is how I see it's not spread.'

But all I worried about were my new breasts he was sowing to my chest. I wanted them to be smaller, without stretchmarks.

There was so much more, but I don't remember...