A little about me.
I started sprouting my man boobs back when I was about 9 or 10. I was a happy kid, and wasn’t really bothered by them yet. I’d entertain my friends by jumping around so my boobs would spin and flop. Good laughs were had all around, and I loved the attention.
They really started bothering me in high school. I put on some weight (Thank you Playstation!). I looked pretty rough if you factor in the acne, braces, bad haircut, and zero fashion sense.
It took me a full school year to find out my high school had an open access weight room at lunch hour. I went so I wouldn’t have to sit alone in the cafeteria. I got pretty ripped, but the boobs were always a constant. It sucked to be in such good shape but never able to were revealing shirts or no shirt at all. I was constantly begged by the football coaches to try out for the team, but was terrified of the locker room.
Things got better in college. I lost the braces, acne, and developed a little style although I was still getting bad haircuts. I was able to meet different people, get laid and make some friends. I had a great time, and had learned to live with my breasts.
Now at 25, I have made the decision to get the surgery. I have already consulted a plastic surgeon, but wasn’t comfortable with him or his staff. They were all pretty, especially the hot young secretary, who couldn’t help but ogle my breasts the whole time with a disgusted look on her face (bitch!). I’m seeing another surgeon, who has gotten good reviews on this site. My consultation is in a few days.
These pics were taken today, and are nowhere near how immense my chest had once been. I'm leaner than I used to be, and no pics exist of me without my shirt when I was really fat.
I can’t wait for this to be over. I want these things off me.
