Mia entered the room, and her shoulders slumped. The room was minimal, but it was also everything she would need. Striking out on her own had been a scary step to take, and now she knew had to prove to her family that she could do this. So closing the door as she stepped inside the room, she resolved herself to putting her best, brave face on. A smile turned the corners of her mouth up as she made her way over to the dresser. The surface was smooth, and it carried the same sterilized feel the rest of the room did. ‘All one color. Why do I feel like I’m in a hospital here?’ She pulled opened the drawer, inspecting the clothing the farm had provided her with. Again, simplistic. Perhaps that was a running theme here.<br/><br/>Closing the drawer back, she finally took note of the milking machine. It was an intimidating sight to her. Someone who couldn’t even change a flat tire had to do learn this device and use it. Taking her seat, she could feel the strain her new breasts were creating on her back. ‘It would be a relief to get this milk out of me,’ she thought, running her hands over her swollen breasts. ‘Now is as good of a time as any.’ She pulled at the edge of her shirt, finding it difficult to get it up and over her new chest. Once they were freed, the pull on her back was even more intensified. Mia lifted and placed her breasts where they needed to be. Eyeing the buttons, she was apprehensive. ‘It’s either do this or go home, and if you go home, you know what is waiting for you there.’ Resolved with that thought, she pressed the button and the machine came to life. “Whoa,” she gasped, looking around to make sure no one heard her despite knowing she was alone. “Oh this feels so much better already.” Mia smiled, not only from the sensations the machine was sending through her body, but from the fact the decisions she was making were turning out just fine.