Explantation of Soya Implants By Mary I had soya filled implants at the age of 20. I had suffered some bullying at college, and rude and unecessary comments from enough people in our small rural community to convince me that I was "manly". Plenty of male attention, and the assurances of my family made no difference. The flatness of my chest occupied my thoughts to such an extent that I was prepared to do anything to feel that I looked "normal", and that people weren't sniggering and commenting on my appearance. I was pleased with the resulting 36C. I didn't tell anyone other than my parents, and didn't wear revealing clothes, ot anything other than those which would disguise my new shape until I left the area. While I harboured fears about the safety of implants, and felt that spending so much money, and taking risks with my health for the sake of my appearance was at odds with my priorities in life, I buried those thoughts, as I couldn't imagine feeling as I had previously. Besides which, the type of implant I had was promoted as being exceptionally safe. It was to my horror, 5 years later, that I listened to a newsreader announce that the UK government recommended the removal of trilucent implants. I was about to sit my final university exams, as a mature student, and it was hard to take in what this meant, but as soon as I had time, I reviewed the information, and decided to follow the government's recommentation. The date was set for the august of that year. All summer this event blotted the horizon. There was a risk that they would not be able to reimplant me with replacement implants. I was about to begin a new job, with people who Knew me well. I felt I might not cope without implants, with the fear of people noticing and guessing what had changed. Eventually the day of the operation arrived. By now my entire family knew about my implants, as did my boyfriend. They were all as worried as I, but I couldn't help but ask my mum, please, if I died under anaesthetic, would she invent a story to explain what I was doing having an operation! To my relief the operation went smoothly, and I awoke, to all appearances, just as I had been prior to the operation. I recovered quickly, though as an active, outdoor person I resented taking it easy for so long.I began my new job, and hoped I could go back to being relatively carefree where my implants were concerned. I say relatively, because I was always a little concerned about damaging them.However the scare had brought to the surface all the fears and doubts regarding implants that I had kept buried for so long. I had no idea how I would look, and was afraid of how my boyfriend would react. I knew he would continue to adore me no matter how they looked, but if I had a complex about them then it could change things, because I would have changed. Along with the rest of my family, he supported my decision, and I knew that apart from their fear that I would regret it, they were all relieved. I was so concerned that the difference would be noticed, but I bought gel bras and inserts in preparation.I gathered together enough money, created an excuse for friends and colleagues as to why I would be absent for several days, and wondered how I would hide my post-op state from my flatmates. The days crawled by until the time eventually came. My sister kindly drove me to the city where the operation was to be carried out. We kept up a party atmosphere on the way there. It was a win-win situation. No matter how they looked, I was going to be free from the health fears. But I did dread that I would have two little empty sacks of crumpled skin. I had tried to prepare myself, but I was still very afraid of how I would react if this were the case. I had opted for local anaesthetic, because I would recover more quickly, but as the nurse gave me a sedative I almost wished I was "going-under". My hands shook so much I could hardly take the pills.I bid my sister a cheerful "see you in a while", and was wheeled away to the operating theatre. It was a strange experience to feel the pushing and pulling of the removal, and to see them emerge from behind the screen. It's all a blur thanks to the medication, but I would describe the sensation as being like pulling a tennis ball out of a water bottle! I was taken back up to my room pretty quickly. Once there I was able to stand up almost immediately. I looked at my sister, and we gave each other a " well, here goes" look. And I pulled my elastic support away from my chest and peered down. Tears do come to my eyes writing this now, because it was SUCH a joyful moment. There was no "spare" skin, not even any sagging. Just a pair of pert little breasts, bigger than the original A's of six years previously. I showed my sister and she was amazed. There were tears in my eyes, I was so relieved. We drove home the same day. Luckily both my flatmates were away, but my boyfriend was waiting at my house, anxious to see how I was, physically and emotionaly. I showed him the result, and he was also so happy, and unable to believe how great they looked. I recovered extremely quickly. I didn't need to take any painkillers after leaving the hospital. And the next day I went on a five hour shopping trip with my sister, and the next night went to a club for several hours. It is now over 3 months since the operation and I am as proud of this "new figure" as I was when I first had my breasts implanted, in fact far more so,because this is natural. I don't wear the gel-bras or inserts, except occasionally if I go out wearing a tight top, although I didn't bother last time. I look taller and more elegant, clothes drape better, my breasts feel nicer, I am no longer afraid of damaging them, and enjoy lots of uninhibited rough and tumble wrestling with my boyfriend. In my experience explantation can be the happiest event imaginable, I can best describe my feelings by saying that I feel free now.