Derek sat nervously in the waiting room of the plastic surgery center, a sly smile playing on his lips. He couldn't believe his luck - after years of torment from his bully, he had finally found a way to even the score. He had managed to hypnotize his bully into believing he had always wanted to be a girl, and now the bully was here for breast implant surgery. As Derek sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, he watched as his bully entered the waiting room. The bully was already on hormone replacement therapy and was wearing a transgender pride shirt, their long hair cascading down their shoulders. They sat down next to Derek, their eyes brimming with tears. "Hey, Derek," the bully said, their voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe this is finally happening. I've always dreamed of having breasts, and now it's actually happening." Derek couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. "I'm glad you're finally living your truth," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The bully gave him a grateful smile before wiping away their tears. "I just can't believe how supportive you've been throughout this whole process," they said. "I never would have had the courage to do this without you." Derek shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his glee. "I just want you to be happy," he said. "And if this is what makes you happy, then I'm happy for you." After what felt like an eternity, the nurse finally called the bully back for their surgery. Derek watched as they disappeared through the doors, his heart racing with anticipation. He could hardly contain his excitement as he imagined his bully emerging from the operating room with massive, luscious breasts. Hours seemed to drag on, but finally, the nurse came out to fetch Derek. "Your friend is ready to see you," she said with a smile. Derek practically skipped down the hallway, eager to see the results of his handiwork. As he entered the recovery room, his jaw dropped at the sight before him. His bully was lying on the bed, their eyes wide with wonder as they gazed down at their newly augmented chest. "I can't believe it," the bully exclaimed, sitting up and bouncing their new breasts eagerly. "They're perfect!" Derek couldn't help but break into a wide grin, his chest swelling with pride. "I'm so happy for you," he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. The bully turned to him, their eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Derek," they said, their voice choked with emotion. "I can't thank you enough for helping me realize my true self." As Derek watched his bully revel in their newfound femininity, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had finally gotten his revenge on the person who had tormented him for so long, and he felt no guilt or remorse for it. In fact, he felt a sense of liberation, knowing that he had helped his bully find their true identity. And as he watched his bully walk out of the plastic surgery center, their new breasts proudly on display, Derek couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. He had finally turned the tables on his bully, and he knew that he would never be the same again.