Busty me, Sort of

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Once I realized I’m mentally (and thus fundamentally) a girl, I was initially intimidated and embarrassed to live like that in public. With the exception of a few times when I was bold enough to go make a statement in public, I wore androgynous clothing and hoped nobody would notice me whenever I was out in public.

After a few months, I gained enough confidence to realize that I don’t just want to be a girl; I want to be the girl I’d always secretly fantasized about being; a gorgeous, busty leggy blonde with a nice butt.

As to the contents of my head, I’ve invested enough in intellectual pursuits to where I can conclude that I have led an unbalanced life, with too heavy an emphasis on the cerebral. So, my focus on being a hot blonde aesthetically … this actually brings it all nicely into balance.

I’ve been growing out my long blonde hair and having it professionally cared for. At a time when I could afford to fund it, I had my Adam’s apple removed, and my face feminized with surgery, to some extent anyway. I’ve been working out and managing what I eat, so my tummy, legs and butt are starting to look good.

The problem is that nothing short of breast implants are going to give my the busty figure I want, and the $7000 price tag means that this surgery is very far away because I have a lot of business debt to pay off before I can justify spending money on being more curvy.

Meanwhile, however, if I can’t have implants I can have … outplants. Some fake and large yet realistic-feeling and realistic-looking boobies have become part of my daily life, and the effects are significant. In the past, some folks have called me “ma’am” and some have called me “sir.” With this new addition to the mix, most now call me “ma’am” and some yell “freak!” out of the window of their red Dodge pickup truck at 2:30 a.m. in Fallon, NV — all in all, a big improvement. Assholes aside, I like how I’m being treated noticeably nicer now that I’m more busty.

One day, when I can afford implants, the only difference as to the public view will be that my boobs will be below the skin instead of above. Most folks who see me with my clothes on can’t tell the difference as such anyway, especially as I learn how to choose bras and outfits that fit better (and hide the erect nipples better). For me personally and privately, the surgery will be a big thing but as to how I come across in public … not. So, with my “outplants” I’m really “there” now, already, today — which is nice.

With my new figure, I also feel more at ease, because this is the physique I’ve always wanted. I suspect the confidence is also noticeable.

Last night, at the Sparks Nugget, a friendly though not-quite-sober young lady came up to me and proceeded to compliment me (on the premise that I’m obviously a transgender girl) because she thought it’s great that I choose to live my life openly, in a way that is consistent with who I basically am.

That was very nice for me to hear. I already hear wonderfully encouraging words from those who are close to me, but to have a total stranger come up to me and be so nice … I appreciated that very much.

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