Diagnosis: Ex-Boyfriend
Language: en
My mom suspected I was underdeveloped because of my chest size, so she kidnapped me and dragged me to a doctor. The doctor turned out to be my ex-boyfriend, whom I had just broken up with. He looked cold and distant: "Pull your shirt down to your collarbone, unhook your bra." Then he deliberately teased me: "It is pretty small." I gritted my teeth and shifted the blame: "Small chest? Blame the ex-boyfriend for not working hard enough." The next second, I was pinned against the exam table, his voice dangerous: "Seems the examination wasn't thorough enough. "Looks like I need to…