Mia had finished up with the milking, feeling rather flushed, and dressed once more. The process was a bit more difficult now with her new chest, but she knew in time she could adjust to that. It was amazing what one could adjust to. Larger breasts would just be another thing on her list. Finally making it on her own was of course at the top.<br/><br/>After sliding her now form fitted tee shirt over her breasts, she made her way down the hall to the social. She could feel the material rubbing against her already sore nipples. ‘Another adjustment,’ she thought rubbing and comforting her tender bud through her shirt.<br/><br/>She arrived at the social and took a deep breath. Her nerves were in a ball in her stomach. The buffet table was line with various food and drinks. It reminded her of camp. Here there would be no sugary sweets though. No matter. Even when she went to camp as a kid, and even as a teenager, she wasn’t allowed to eat sugar. Sugar, salt, and even preservatives had to be kept in check. Her mother’s rules were harsh. Mia picked up a plate and began to load it down with strawberries. How she loved them. Turning her back to the table, she brought one up to her lips. Her teeth sank into the juicy fruit as her eyes scanned the room. She stopped at she saw him. Her mind thought what her lips were afraid to ask, to say. ‘Is that..him? It can’t be. It just can’t.’ She lowered the plate she held in one hand along with the strawberry in the other hand. “Billy,” she whispered.