You might be like me. Getting my first bra was exciting and felt like a real step toward becoming a feminine person. Ignored was any discomfort, plus I could only wear it for a limited time when I could play “dress up” at home.
For me dressing up wasn’t exciting but it was soothing and a way to quiet the dysphoria for awhile. I’d borrow some clothing with permission at first and sit around like that. Later I’d put on makeup as well.
With the bra and breast forms I could pretend.
But many months went by and I went from sitting at home to going out to transitioning to having my own breasts and real bras worn all day to work, and things were different.
Like a teenage girl I discovered that while I might feel “grown up” wearing it I didn’t necessarily feel comfortable. Sometimes they would pinch or rub.
Then I went out on disability and now I only wear a bra when I go somewhere that really demands it. My implants are pretty firm and a bra doesn’t make much difference.
All I can say to you dear reader is be careful what you wish for.
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