truekares
Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 8:49 am
Well I bought myself a pair of truekares. ASY7s with imperfections, although I can't find anything wrong with them. A great deal, about $60 or so.
I went with what should be a 38 C or 40B cup size which should be a bit small on a 6-3, 230 lb man. But I've got pretty big pecs and wanted to play it safe. In my opinion they look a bit too big but not obnoxiously so. Prior to this I've used little enhancers that bring me up to a 40A size.
But here's what I wanted to post about. I brought them home, took them out of the box, peeled the backing off so I could use the adhesive, and stuck them on my chest. And I immediately had newfound sympathy for large breasted women everywhere! What are these appendages attached to me? Why are they so enormous and heavy? What has happened to my body? Why does my back suddenly feel funny? And oh no, half my bra's are suddenly the wrong size.....
So I took them off in horror and wondered why I wasted the money.
I'm wearing them again today and they aren't so bad. I kind of like them. But still there are these things there on my chest. At least I can take them off at will. How horrible to have to undergo hormone treatment prior to SRS and have real ones (No disrespect to anyone here-I'm giving my reactions, not any judgements about anyone else.)
It's disconcerting to say the least that if I was a girl and had these things that whenever I went out, guys would stare at them. Very disconcerting. And truly it seems to me that any woman in her right mind, as soon as she has had all her children and is done with nursing, would have a double masectomy.
But I'm still enjoying them. I have to go meet clients soon which means taking them off and dressing in guy mode. How sad.......
I was amazed at the flood of perceptions and feelings this brought on. I imagine I'll get used to it soon. But it really brought home to me just how huge the fleet of cargo ships is that carries all the emotional baggage of breasts. And mine aren't even real.
One more thing. We talk a lot here about people laughing at us, not liking that, and so on. But please, while you are reading this, have a good laugh. Because this is the most hilarious thing that has happened to me in the last month. Some comedian should do a skit about it. They probably have.
Absaroka
I went with what should be a 38 C or 40B cup size which should be a bit small on a 6-3, 230 lb man. But I've got pretty big pecs and wanted to play it safe. In my opinion they look a bit too big but not obnoxiously so. Prior to this I've used little enhancers that bring me up to a 40A size.
But here's what I wanted to post about. I brought them home, took them out of the box, peeled the backing off so I could use the adhesive, and stuck them on my chest. And I immediately had newfound sympathy for large breasted women everywhere! What are these appendages attached to me? Why are they so enormous and heavy? What has happened to my body? Why does my back suddenly feel funny? And oh no, half my bra's are suddenly the wrong size.....
So I took them off in horror and wondered why I wasted the money.
I'm wearing them again today and they aren't so bad. I kind of like them. But still there are these things there on my chest. At least I can take them off at will. How horrible to have to undergo hormone treatment prior to SRS and have real ones (No disrespect to anyone here-I'm giving my reactions, not any judgements about anyone else.)
It's disconcerting to say the least that if I was a girl and had these things that whenever I went out, guys would stare at them. Very disconcerting. And truly it seems to me that any woman in her right mind, as soon as she has had all her children and is done with nursing, would have a double masectomy.
But I'm still enjoying them. I have to go meet clients soon which means taking them off and dressing in guy mode. How sad.......
I was amazed at the flood of perceptions and feelings this brought on. I imagine I'll get used to it soon. But it really brought home to me just how huge the fleet of cargo ships is that carries all the emotional baggage of breasts. And mine aren't even real.
One more thing. We talk a lot here about people laughing at us, not liking that, and so on. But please, while you are reading this, have a good laugh. Because this is the most hilarious thing that has happened to me in the last month. Some comedian should do a skit about it. They probably have.
Absaroka
