I really need to make more money for college. Oh, ok, let's go back a bit. I won a weird radio contest right after high school where I won a breast augmentation and a rhinoplasty. Don't freak. I have always felt disproportionate. I have a booty and slim waist, but no chest. Actually, they were two different sizes. Yeah, you perfect women can mock. I had an A and a B. Call me when you claim perfection. You never had issues buying a bra. Victoria's Secret doesn't carry a bra with one cup an A and the other is a B. You gotta get creative. Additionally, my nose was slightly too large for my small face. The station merely provided the financing. I was able to seek out my own doctor. I did shop around until I found the right doc for myself. I became a 34 C (on BOTH sides) and he gave me a natural looking nose. I wasn't trying to be Pam Anderson or whoever. Yes, I know some folks become unhinged when they hear 'breast implants.' This was right after I graduated high school. I told my folks I took a vacay with my friend Jess. They don't pay a whole lot of attention to what I do anyway. She covered for me. We were vacationing in Destin with her fam. Uh uh. People get weird when you mention boobs. Nose, eyes, or whatever is okay, but mention boobs, peeps become unhinged. It bears repeating.

I have a partial scholarship for Georgia Tech and I will major in computer science. I'd love to be a white hat hacker one day. Kevin Mitnick is my hero. His book "Ghost In The Wires" is amazing! In the meantime, I went through sorority rush and joined the top group there, Alpha Omega Delta.

While bored one day, I went window shopping at Lenox Square Mall. It was January and I wore some skinny dark jeans and a dark blue tee with long sleeves. A woman said she took note of me. Er, what?

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to freak you out," said a very attractive forty-something blond woman. "My name is Kate."

Er, okay.

"You're beautiful and I bet you'd photograph amazing."

My BS detector is going off. I'm only 5'4" and not model height. I'm also not noodle thin.

She senses my reticence.

"Oh, don't worry. I work for Playboy. Part of my job is to keep an eye out for Playmate potential."

"I can't pose nude. That's not me. Heck, I'm a virgin."

"Are you in college?"

"Yes, and I have a partial scholarship, but I can't be a part of 'The Girls of Whatever'." I also have an on campus job. Did "Girls Gone Wild" get rebooted?

"If you make Playmate, you'll get $25,000 and be up for Playmate of the Year."

"You can't guarantee I'd even be a Playmate. You could use my test shots in random places. I can't use my real name. Okay, I could use a middle name and my mother's maiden name or a grandma's maiden name. I can't be in a Playmate video or do publicity." I can't be a Playmate.

Only me, my plastic surgeon and female gyn have seen my boobs. Not my comfort space. I figured this would shut them down.

Kate was more insistent.

"I'm also a photographer. Let's do some swimsuit and lingerie shots here in Atlanta. If nothing comes if it, then that's it. Bring a friend if it makes you feel better."

I had a weird dream and it was sort of this. Let's see where we go! I wasn't planning on writing more fic, but it's a great way to cut your teeth in writing. Maybe she takes Angela with her. This is a fly by the seat of my pants fic. I'm no Hefner fan, but timely since he passed.

I've posted and removed this twice. I'm not sure how I feel about it. When I first posted, got some really mean reviews. It wasn't because the story was bad, but because Bella had her breasts done. The second time, the reviewers were more kind. Erg. Imagine a brown eyed Megan Fox as Bella. I want this to be a humorous fic. I'll leave this up instead of being my fickle self. It will be about her trying to be incognito. This Bella is a nice girl. I've seen hooker Bellas get kinder treatment.