Michaela Sue

For some reason today has been a day with a lot of giggling gender euphoria, every time I look down and see my breasts. I mean, for some reason even more so than every day these days.

I guess I did always want them. I remember now and then, back in the old days, consciously thinking that it seemed like it would be nice to have breasts, wished that was possible. But, you know, kind of felt like wishing to be able to fly like a bird, or, I don't know, talk to mice. Sure that would be cool, but whatever.

Turns out it seemed like it would be nice because I'm a woman, and also you can just make them grow via HRT, it's actually not that hard. Lots easier than electrolysis to remove the beard!

When I bought this dress, a few years ago now, I noticed it fit weirdly loosely around my upper chest area, and then I realized that the designers assumed anyone wearing it would surely have breasts. It fit a lot better with a bra and some padding, looked much nicer. Today was my first time wearing it without any extra padding in my bra, thanks to estrogen!

I just bought a couple pairs of shorts and a pair of jeans. I haven't bought pants in a while because, as I always say, the novelty of wearing dresses hasn't worn off. But there are certainly times when pants have advantages. And the other day I put on a favorite old pair of shorts, one of the first "women's" shorts I ever bought, and, uh, really not going to fit. At all. It's not just, you know, the middle, it's thighs and ass. I guess I have had some changes there now at five months of HRT!

At the three month visit to the doctor she asked if I'd noticed any changes in that area and I said it's hard to say but nothing I've noticed. I guess now I've noticed 🥰