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This story is from ex-Jane Doe who says my boyfriend is mad that I don't want to get a boob job and of course comes with an update. So I female 20 have been with a guy, let's call him John,

male 34 for almost four months. We first met just before my 18th birthday, but only started going

out shortly after my 20th. I was at his place today to watch a hockey game and made an offhand

comment that when I was younger, I wanted a boob job because

I didn't like that my breasts were big and uneven. The back pain I would get from them and how I hated

they seemed to make guys over-sexualized teenage me. Without looking away from the TV, John said

that I should get a boob job as uneven boobs were a massive turn-off and that my boobs were so big to the point that they were kind of gross and part of why he hadn't gotten fully intimate with me yet.

He has seen me in just bras and straight topless and have gone down on him but we haven't had penetrative sex and he won't go down on me.

I just laughed awkwardly and said I wasn't in a place to be able to drop a

few thousand dollars on a boob job. John shrugged and said he could and would pay for my

boob job. I told John that I honestly didn't know if I wanted a boob job anymore. That was 14 to 16 year

old me who was insecure about having what seemed like the biggest chest in her grade and that

20 year old me was more confident and kind of like her boobs minus when i have to find a bra that

actually fits me in both cups and band and the unwanted attention i still get sometimes lull john then got

mad like really mad he slammed his beer can on the table and called me a selfish

bitch for not considering his preference, especially since he's offering to pay for the surgery.

When I said that, I didn't want one right now or maybe ever, he kicked me out of his house at 10pm

on the opposite end of the city of my house, saying that he needs some time apart from me.

I ended up catching up one of the last buses home and the entire bus ride he'd been texting

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