Hey everyone,
The first time I really saw myself in the mirror after healing… it was like something quietly clicked into place. I didn’t feel shock or doubt—I felt calm. At peace. I just thought, “Yeah. This is me now.” And it felt right.
Seeing softness and curves where there had never been any was both surreal and deeply affirming. The way shirts fit now, the way my silhouette has changed, the subtle presence of cleavage under certain lighting—it still catches me off guard, but always in the best possible way.
And it’s not just how it looks. Feeling the weight against my chest when I lie down or move, the slight bounce when I walk, even the way my arms rest differently when I cross them—it’s constant, physical reassurance that I finally brought something deeply personal to life.
Yeah, I still get looks sometimes. People notice. But I’ve reached a place where that doesn’t rattle me anymore. This isn’t about what the world thinks. It’s about being aligned with who I’ve always known I am.
Next up I’ll be sharing how all of this has changed my experience with intimacy, sensation, and sex—because wow, there’s a lot to say there too.
Happy to answer questions or support others exploring this path.

Thanks for thoughts --I wish I had your courage and SO support I too have always wanted breasts from the time I first noticed girls breasts. Late in life I developed manboobs 40 band, 16 over boobs so the wife has accepted as a medical condition but I wish they were bigger. Unknown to her I  pump when I can

Thanks for thoughts --I wish I had your courage and SO support I too have always wanted breasts from the time I first noticed girls breasts. Late in life I developed manboobs 40 band, 16 over boobs so the wife has accepted as a medical condition but I wish they were bigger. Unknown to her I  pump when I can

You could always talk to her about this. or hint about it, just to get the feel of the conversation to see where it might lead...