Derek sat in the waiting room of the plastic surgery center, his heart pounding with anticipation. Today was the day he had been waiting for - the day his bully, Kyle, would finally get what he deserved. Derek had spent years enduring Kyle's insults and physical abuse, but he had finally found a way to turn the tables. It all started a few weeks ago when Derek stumbled upon a self-hypnosis book at the library. Intrigued, he decided to give it a try and see if he could use it to get back at Kyle. After a few days of practicing, Derek had successfully hypnotized Kyle into believing that he had always wanted to be a girl. And to Derek's delight, Kyle had embraced this new identity wholeheartedly, starting hormone replacement therapy and dressing in women's clothing. As Derek sat in the waiting room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew that Kyle would be devastated when he woke up from the surgery, realizing that he now had the very thing he had always mocked and belittled others for. And Derek had no regrets - after all, Kyle had brought this upon himself with his cruel behavior. Finally, a nurse called Kyle's name, and he nervously got up from his seat and followed her into the operating room. Derek watched with a smug grin as Kyle sat down next to him, looking emotional and anxious. "I can't believe this is finally happening," Kyle whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Derek pretended to offer sympathy, patting Kyle on the back. "Don't worry, Kyle," he said. "You're going to be just fine. And hey, you'll finally get what you always wanted, right?" Kyle nodded, a conflicted expression on his face. "I just... I never thought it would be like this," he admitted. "I'm scared, Derek. What if I regret this?" But Derek just shrugged, feeling no sympathy for his former tormentor. "You made your bed, Kyle. Now lie in it." After what felt like an eternity, the nurse came out to tell Derek that Kyle's surgery was complete. Derek followed her back into the operating room, where he saw Kyle lying on the table, barely awake and groggy. But as Kyle looked down at his chest, his eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god," Kyle whispered, reaching up to touch his new breasts. "What have I done?" Derek couldn't help but chuckle at Kyle's distress. "Looks like you got what you always wanted, Kyle," he taunted. "Just not in the way you expected, huh?" But Kyle just stared at his new body in horror, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't want this," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. Derek showed no remorse as he left the operating room, leaving Kyle to deal with the consequences of his actions. As he walked out of the plastic surgery center, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had finally gotten his revenge on his bully, and he had no regrets. Derek knew that Kyle would never forget the day he woke up with massive boobs, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted on others. And for Derek, that was enough.