Surely there is nothing, at least in Western culture, so powerfully distinctively characteristic of female appearance as breasts. Even though it is manifestly true that many cis-women are “endowed” with a very limited gift in this department, both they and the one who wishes to appropriate a female appearance place a great deal of emphasis on breasts, more so than any other feminine trait.
For the transsexual woman, they – like the small breasted cis-woman – are obsessed with actual breasts of a respectable size, and millions are spent on breast augmentation procedures in order to archive this appearance. From the early days where various sorts of padding and pushing and propping are employed… to the unrealistically hopeful days (for some) of seeking “herbal” growth stimulation from various sorts of products often including those with rather dubious reputations for success…to the giddy days of your first dose of estrogen…it’s an integral part of the transition process (nevermind that estrogen hopefully provides many other positive effects).
Even for those who do not desire, or who’s live circumstance prevent, permanent breasts – the committed crossdresser, or drag queen, cannot neglect the appearance of breasts. One need only take in any drag show to admire the success with which some create the illusion, via high quality forms and skillful makeup techniques. Neither space, nor my knowledge level, permits me to go into an extensive discussion of those techniques here, but the level of effort put into the illusion helps illustrate the point. Breasts are crucial, however real or simulated.
It prompts the question though, how DOES the crossdresser – or the latent TS who’s attempting to cope via crossdressing – deal with the tension between the need for breasts and their male persona? I have seen photographs of men who make no effort to conform to expectations in this regard. There a photo somewhere deep in the bowels of “People of Walmart” of an elderly bearded gentleman, making no pretense at a fully female presentation, with a very obvious set of seemingly real breasts. In a yahoo group of which I’m a member, one member posted photos of his (her?) nicely shaped breasts – still covered in male pattern chest hair (EW! No offense but…ew!) and on the other hand, there are those who’d love to travel that road but dare not because it would compromise their lifestyle.
So are you the CD who sticks to forms and padding? Or the one who’s sought and achieved some growth and then has to bind them in order to stay in he closet? Or do you let the puppies run free? Share your stories!
Photo by: Peter Smithson