A/N: I made changes to this chapter, but Document Manager is acting weird, so I'm not sure if they saved. If it's a little screwed up, you still get the point.

"Thank you." Avery took the clipboard and looked at the form. It wasn't like she hadn't ever filled one out before; still she couldn't help but to feel nervous about it. How honest should she be? Should she really answer all of questions or only the ones that pertained to why she was there? And what about the psychological part of the questionnaire? Would they think she was crazy?

All she wanted was her boobs done for God's sake. Now, if she answered one question incorrectly they'd be shipping her off to Sheppard Pratt instead of letting her hold silicone based implants. Walking over to the chairs in the waiting room, she took a seat. "What's wrong with you?"

Parker casually turned her head toward Avery and raised a brow. "Um, besides the fact that we're here? Or that I have rounds in an hour and I haven't looked at a single chart, yet? And we're going to DC in two days and I haven't packed. Not to mention that I've been awake for almost two days and I swear my feet are going to fall off. Other than that I'm fine. Unless of course you consider that you dragged my ass down here and don't you need a boob job."

"Oh come on, Park. I'm not getting it done...yet. I'm just here for a consolation. I just wanna find out what all it involves." Taking the pen from under the metal clamp on the clipboard, she began to write the requested information on the paper. It had taken Avery two weeks to decide to actually call to make the appointment, the least Parker could do was be supportive.

This was the most ridiculous idea that Avery had to date. And knowing Avery as well as she did, that was really saying something. "You can't even afford a new car. How in the hell are you going to pay for this? And, when are you going to have the time to get it done?"

"There's always summer vacation. I have twelve weeks off. I can go to Cancun anytime, but when will I ever get the chance to recover from surgery? Besides, you have some time off then, too. You can take care of me. Sounds like fun, don't it?" Never lifting her head from the form in front of her Avery continued to answer the questions. "And I was thinking that I could borrow some money from my mom and tap into my trust fund for the rest."

Shaking her head Parker let out a huff. Why couldn't Avery see that this was a bad idea? "Ry-Ry, your dad left you that money for your wedding. You can't use it for tits."

"Park, who is going to marry me like this? I can't even hold up the damn dress, let alone some skimpy night gown on the honeymoon. Look at it this way; this is a down payment on my future as somebody's busty wife."

"Ms. Brooks?" The nurse called from the opening of the door. "The doctor will see you, now."

Hitching her breath, Avery grabbed the clipboard off of her lap and her bag from the floor. As she stood, she noticed that Parker hadn't moved. She craned her neck and narrowed her eyes at Parker and watched as her best friend reluctantly got off the chair.

The hallway was neutral in color with various pictures of foreign places along its path. It really didn't feel like a cosmetic surgeon's office at all. Avery had half way expected to see before and after pictures. Admittedly, she was a little disappointed that there were no random boobs with the faces blurred out or pictures of torsos with lines drawn on them, indicating where the cutting would begin. At least if this doctor had photos she could get an idea about his work.

"Where did you find this guy?" Parker asked as they made their way up the hall toward the door on the end. She didn't make it known, but she was checking to see how clean everything was. There were no obvious dust bunnies and she was happy to see that the table peeking out from one room had a roll of sanitary paper on it. "Don't tell me he had an ad on the radio or something."

Avery turned to Parker and handed her the items in her hand. She kicked her shoes off unceremoniously and stood on the scale. She always hated this part. Just once she would have liked the scale to read one hundred and fifteen pounds. But as the nurse moved the weight to the right, she felt her face scrunch. "I'm not that stupid. I saw an ad online and it had a coupon with it." She rolled her eyes at the look on Parker's face, and laughed to out loud. "Oh Parker, come on. I looked on my insurance's website. I figured if Blue Cross accepted him, he can't be that bad. Besides, he has an office at Hopkins. That's got to say something about him."

"You didn't check references? Have you seen a sample of his work? Where did he graduate from? Just because he has an office here doesn't make him a good doctor. Hopkins has thousands of employees…"

"Relax, Park. I'm gonna let him stuff shit in my tits, not yours." Frowning when the nurse verified that she was in fact one hundred and three pounds, Avery stepped down. She entered the small room with the window that faced Broadway and looked around. She could feel her heart rate increase and wondered why suddenly she felt nervous.

"Remove everything from the waist up and put this on." The nurse handed her a paper gown and smiled. "Dr. Taylor will be in a few minutes."

"Um…you got something I can look at. Just to see what his boobs look like?" Avery accepted the gown and sat it on the edge of the table. Nodding when she was instructed that the doctor would bring the information in with him, she then turned to Parker. "Don't laugh, okay?"

Parker rolled her eyes and turned her head toward the window. "Avery, I've been looking at your tits since the seventh grade. They haven't grown…I know them just about as well as I know my own. Take your damn shirt off, already." She looked at her watch one final time and prayed that this doctor would not make her late for rounds.

Randy Orton liked attention. He especially liked attention from beautiful women. But there was nothing better than attention from a beautiful woman that also worked in retail. It got him free shit. It got him to the front of the line. And it almost always got him a phone number. Today, however, all he wanted was help.

"I don't know, Man. What you think she'd like?" Randy looked up from the rack of lingerie at Cena and rolled his eyes when his friend shrugged. Why did he even bring him? He didn't come to think of it. All he said was he was going to the mall and Cena took it upon himself to hop his happy ass in the rental. This was the third store and so far Cena had been no damn help.

It wasn't a hard mission. Randy just wanted to get something sexy for Parker. Not that he didn't think she was sexy on her own, but he was a guy. He liked the whole 'dress up for me, and I'll take it off you' thing. Parker's choice in underwear and night shirts was fine. And honestly he didn't need much to get him in the mood. But he was just looking for something a little extra. Something that would go with the candles and strawberries and all that other shit that chicks dug.

"So what are you gonna be wearing? A smoking jacket and silk pajamas or some shit?" Laughing at Randy's expression, Cena walked over to another rack and picked up a pair of red see-through thongs. Letting his fingers trail inside the lace he turned to his friend and nodded. "This is hot." No sooner did he say that did he notice Randy fondling the breasts of the mannequin situated between them. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Seeing if I can pop this bitch off." There wasn't a bra alive that Randy couldn't get off. He could do it with one hand, no matter how many clamps it had on it. He could do it in one motion, while his other hand was busy doing something else. God had blessed him with big hands for a reason. And no sooner did he cup both of the plastic breasts in his hand and slide them down, did the bra pop off of the torso and shoot across the room. "Damn, I'm good. It's like tits know it's me."

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Now that's what Randy was talking about. They had been the store for a few minutes and no one came to their aid. But as soon as Randy showed his skill, clerks were tripping over themselves to help him. And she was cute. Reddish hair, green eyes. Maybe if was lucky he could get her to model for him.

His hands quickly left the chest of the mannequin as he leaned against the rack of nighties to look at her. She was about Parker's height, but not her build. Maybe her modeling wouldn't look exactly the same, but it was still worth a shot. "I'm looking for something for my girl."

That was vague. All day long men came into Victoria's Secret looking for 'something for their girlfriend's' but none of them had a clue as to what it was. Judging by the look of the man in front of her, he would be no different. "Do you know what you have in mind?"

"Something hot." Randy walked away from her and over to wear John was standing. Thongs really didn't seem like Parker. Not that he would mind if she wore one. But he really couldn't see her being comfortable with a piece of string up her ass. "She's kinda classy, so nothing too skanky. But, it's for me, so it's got to be gritty. And white. Yeah…with some frilly shit and some see through…maybe some straps or buckles…crotchless…" All the while he talked, his hands dug further into silk material of the thongs on the table.

John turned his head at Randy and looked confused. Was he shopping for Parker? Did he not know what she looked like? John had tried to be friendly with her after everything went down, but that didn't change the facts. Parker was a big girl. She was cute and a nice girl. But the fact remained that Parker was a big cute, nice girl. That's why he had suggested Lane Bryant when they first got to the mall. That's where big girls shopped. Granted they had bras that made boobs look like missiles and granny panties, but at least it was in her size. Not that he could tell Randy that.

John knew right away as soon as he saw Randy's face that Lane Bryant wasn't what he thought Parker needed. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she carried a lot of weight on her. All he did was hold up one extra large pair of panties, scrunch his nose and said, 'Hell no.' He seemed determined to find something for her in stores made for smaller women. Stores like Victoria's Secret.

If there was one thing John knew, it was women. Maybe not to the extent that Randy did, but he wasn't a slouch. He could tell by the sizes and shapes of the items on the table, that nothing in there would fit Parker. But Randy seemed to be happy shopping there. He had this stupid proud look on his face. One that said he was going to find something. And John knew that it was going to end badly.

"What size is she?" The clerk walking over to more provocative attire. Judging by how handsome these men were, she could almost imagine what their girl friends would look like. Models, probably. They would be super skinny, with fake every things. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

What the hell size was Parker? He didn't have a clue. Did it really matter? In Randy's mind she only needed to have it on long enough for him to take it off. If he got it a size too small it wouldn't hurt her that bad. "Uh…she's about yea high…" He held his hand out to indicate her height, "And she's got hips like," he motioned his hands in an hour glass. "She's a triple D." He held his hands in front of his chest with a proud smile to indicate her chest. Not only was he proud that he knew that much, but that his girl was sporting huge tits. What more could a man want?

"What size clothes does she wear?"

"I don't know. What size do you wear?" Randy turned on the charm that quickly. He knew that he wasn't ever supposed to ask a woman what size she wore. But he was Randy Orton and he could drip sex in the tone of his voice. And judging from the blush that stained her cheeks, he wasn't about to get the shit slapped out of him. If nothing else, he was about to get yet another unwanted phone number.

And she bit. She took it as a sign of him flirting. She bit her lip and flipped her hair over her shoulder before answering, "I'm an eight." The red head wasn't small, not like Avery, but she wasn't exactly as curvy as Parker either. This chick would be a good measuring stick. If she was an eight, then Randy would just go a size or two bigger. It really wasn't that big of a deal.

"Oh, hell no!" John shot out. Not insinuating that the woman was lying, but judging from the look on her face that's the impression she got. He was simply stating that Parker would not fit into an eight. Something that his friend obviously didn't understand.

Randy didn't respond, instead he held up his middle finger to John, who was standing behind him never letting his eyes leave the saleswoman. "Alright…I'ma go for a ten." He watched as she pulled various items off of the hangers and held them up to her own body to model. Although they were nice, nothing really screamed Parker.

Just as he was about to give up hope, it was as if the heavens opened up and shined a light on one hanger. It was white and see through. It had a garter belt and matching thong that went under it. It was corseted with a little bit of lace and it tied in the front. There was no bra part, so that meant that Parker's breasts would be lifted by the bodice and on display for him.

It was perfect.

"I want that one." He pointed, feeling tears pick his eyes at the image of his girl wearing it. She was going to look so good in that he had the fight the urge to call her and tell her what he found. No. He wouldn't. He couldn't. It was a surprise. "Definitely that one."

Holding the item against her, the clerk looked down at it. "Oh, but it's a twelve. It's the biggest size we have in the store."

He didn't care. All Randy knew was that he wanted it. "So? Do you gift wrap?"

John stood behind him deftly shaking his head. He wanted the woman not to let Randy make the biggest mistake of his life. There was no way in hell Parker was going to get into that. No. Way. In. Hell. But it was too no avail, because she said they did and walked behind the counter to ring it up.

There wasn't anything malicious about Randy's intentions. He found something sexy that he thought his already sexy girlfriend would look sexy in. He handed over his credit card with a smile on his face not knowing that he was about to make a huge mistake.

Avery looked in the full length mirror and nodded in approval. She had lines drawn all over her chest, but she could see why the doctor wanted to go in under her arm pit. She fair skinned and an incision on her breast would probably leave a scar. She held the saline solution implants in her hand up to her chest and pulled the paper gown around them. "You can't go any bigger than this?"

"Ms. Brooks, you're a small woman. I don't want you to look disproportionate." Dr. Taylor was a relatively young man, with hair that was starting to grey at his temples. He had a gentle face and warm brown eyes, and even Parker was impressed with his bed side manner. He walked over to where Avery stood and felt her around her breasts. "You don't really have a lot of breast tissue to work with, so I'll have to go under the muscle…"

"What about a muscle tear? And the recuperation time is longer if you go under the muscle. Wouldn't it be better to place them on top of the muscle?" Parker interjected. She wasn't trying to give the doctor a hard time, but she was worried about Avery. She was taking everything that the doctor suggested as the best idea she'd ever heard. Parker knew Avery. And when she had her mind set on something, she heard what she wanted to hear. She didn't even consider any other possibilities.

Nodding at Parker, he addressed her concern. "Being as though we don't have much to work with, if I placed it on top of the muscle the breast would look fake. It would stick out and most likely you would be able to see where the implant is located. Under the muscle, we can fill it and what would show in the actual breast is the muscle…giving it a more natural, round look."

"But saline implants often need to be re-inflated."

"And silicon leaks. I don't do silicon implants due to the risk to the patient." Dr. Taylor gave Avery another set of implants to try and could tell right away that she was pleased with them. "This is a large B. A small C is as large as I would be willing to go. I don't want to risk tearing your muscle."

Avery's smile couldn't be wider. She couldn't stop imagining what she would look like with a tank top on, or in a bikini. She could wear low cut shirts and pretty bras and finally have cleavage. If Jeff thought she was sexy now, just wait until he got a load of her new assets. "Definitely the C."

"How much is this going to cost?" Parker cut straight to the chase, looking at her watch one more time. She needed to get a move on and the ER was located on the other side of the campus. She couldn't chance missing rounds.

"Well, we have payment plans. And the price is all inclusive…consultation, surgery, post op, and follow up visits. You're looking at about seventy five hundred, roughly, but our finance director can talk to you more about that."

If that wasn't enough to make Avery change her mind, Parker didn't know what else would. But Avery seemed nonplussed by the price tag. "How soon can I have it done?" She couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. Jeff was going to love her new chest, almost as much as she was sure that she was going to.

"Why don't you get dressed and Roberta will look at the schedule with you." Turning his attention to Parker, Dr. Taylor raised his brows. "Dr. Sutton, here's my card. I offer a colleague discount on liposuction and tummy tucks?"

Parker wasn't going to insult her colleague, not now. But the remark cut. She could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't being flippant; he was just trying to drum up more business. But it still cut. "No, thank you." She said through clinched teeth taking his card and crushing it in her palm.

"Let me know if you change your mind." Dr. Taylor shook Avery's hand and patted her shoulder. "I'll be seeing you soon, Ms. Brooks."

The comment and Parker's reaction completely went over Avery's head. She couldn't stop thinking that finally she would love her body. And when Parker told her she had to leave she only nodded in response. "Okay. Thanks Park…I'll see you later." She reluctantly handed over the implants and went to retrieve her shirt.