"Oh no, I can't do that Wednesday. I'm getting nipples that afternoon. Can we schedule my hair appointment that next week?"
Ok, so not your typical rescheduling excuse, but it was mine.
Nipples are coming...or at least fipples (fake + nipples = fipples).
When it comes down to it, I guess I could forego the nipple reconstruction and just live happily ever after with my nice Barbie breasts with the scars across the front, but what is the fun in that? If I'm going to be living with these fake knockers for the next sixty years, I should have some nipples or at least fipples.
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