Oh, okay!
I see. Well, curves are good, too!
It hasn’t been an issue since the first ten minutes of the first day.
Well, maybe kinda a tiny bit of an issue Friday, but it was really more of a my being a girl issue than my formerly having been a boy issue.
[Urge to tell story rising. Rising. Rising.]
Couldn’t resist.
One of our activities Friday’s is song time. I’m a thoroughly mediocre guitar player, so long as I’m not also trying to sing, and a pretty good singer, so long as I’m not also trying to play the guitar. I can’t do either well when trying to do both. This doesn’t, keep me from trying, however.
Friday’s song was “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”. The kids had learned their parts (Me: You don’t have to call me Darlin’ Them: Darlin’) and it was time to fine tune the second verse by substituting more contemporary singer’s names for Waylon Jennings, Charley Pride, and Merle Haggard. One of the boys suggested some guy I had never heard of and whose name I can’t quite recall (Jay Rill or something like that). The girls would have none of this; Miss K is a girl; she has to use the names of girl singers.
We ended up with this for the second verse:
“You don’t have to call me Ashlee Simpson,
And you don’t have to call me Britney Spears,
And you don’t have to call me Leann Rimes, anymore,
Even though I’m on your fightin’ side.”
C&W?
I’m starting to lose it here…
Could it have been Ja Rule?
Ugly.
Just another poster chiming in to say: Wow! And thank you! And Wow! Congratulations! You are amazing. Your wife and your principal are also incredible people, and I am very glad that despite all the negatives, you were blessed with a companion and co-worker(s) who are behind you 100%. As someone who is interested in gender, identity and sexuality, and hopes to teach high school someday, your threads have been very inspiring and touching. So many of your stories have brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my lips. Thank you for sharing your journey with us. I think we’re all better for it.
That’s probably it.
FYI, Kaitlyn, I tried to mail you back on that one Texas issue and your mailserver bounces me every time with “mailbox temporarily disabled”.
Kaitlyn, you rule. 
As someone who’s been curious, what’s it like to have real boobs instead of, say, toilet paper stuffed in a bra? 
Una, I just sent you an e-mail from my hotmail account. I don’t know what’s up with the other one; it’s recieving most mail just fine.
Obviously it’s going to be different for different women, and really, this question could be answered by any woman, not just a transsexual. We all went through the experience of not having them and then having them develop. I just happened to do that at the age of 30 instead of 13.
The biggest difference for me is in sensitivity. The nipples are more sensitive generally and much more sexually sensitive. The skin in general, just like the skin all over my body, is significantly more sensitive.
The other difference is that they have a little inertia and momentum of their own, and take a fraction of a second to catch up with the rest of the torso. This effect is likely more pronounced the larger they are, but I can’t speak from experience.
Much of this movement is arrested through the use of a bra, especially for us smaller girls, and I’ve gotten so used to it that I don’t notice it any more most of the time. When I first started wearing bras, I noticed the bra more than the breasts, but now that I’m used to bras, I don’t really notice either unless I stop to think about it, bump into something, or am doing something unusual that draws my attention to them, like riding a roller coaster.
Hmm, I didn’t think of that. That’s definitely true.
Then again, I imagine your situation is probably slightly different from that of most women, since they experience breast development long before they’re adults - so you’re in the (not quite) unique position of having had the bodies of both an adult male and an adult female.
And out of curiosity (if I’m stepping over any lines, feel free to abstain), how long did it take for them to develop?
A little over two years. They may still grow a small bit as I put on weight–just as with any other woman–but are otherwise fully developed.
My case is a little unusual in that I had unusually low amount of testosterone in my system to begin with. This resulted in my body being better able to adapt to the female hormones than most transwomen who begin treatment in their late 20’s, and to progress completely through all of the common stages of breast development a MTF or natal woman would experience in her teens.
So, were they developing while you still had your last job teaching?
Yes they were.
I suppose that begs the question…did anyone ever say anything?
Not to me. I did get strange looks sometimes, as if people could see changes going on, but the changes were so gradual that they couldn’t figure it out.
When I reached the point that I needed a bra, I wore flesh-colored bras (these show up the least under clothes), a t-shirt over that, and a regular shirt over those.
Ah, I see. I’d always wondered how people considering SRS would deal with that.
You know, my Korean ex was transgendered and he also had low amounts of testosterone in his system. His testosterone is so low, he can pluck out his facial hairs instead of shaving them, since he has so few compared to most males. Are low levels a common thing among Koreans or just coincidence?
Oh, and I love your story! It is so incredibly cute. ;.;
Yep, they do. Mine hit a growth spurt in my second year of college (I guess due to weight gain). I quickly learned that certain types of bras just don’t restrain larger breasts properly, allowing them to swing all over the place during even the simplest activities. Larger breasts are also subject to “uniboob” (both breasts are squished together, as in a sports bra) and “quad-bosom” (a too-small cup size only contains part of each breast, resulting in an extreme overflow that resembles four breasts when viewed through a t-shirt). I learned both of those terms here on the boards.
I attended a private school from kindergarten through 5th grade; when it was time for PE, we were sent to change out of our uniforms and into play clothes. When I was in the fourth grade, I noticed that a lot of my friends were wearing training bras; I discussed this with my mom, and she bought a few for me, even though I was many years away from needing one. The first day I wore one to school was on a PE day. The thing itched so much that I never put it back on after PE class. When I got home, I complained about how uncomfortable the thing was. Mom thought this was hilarious for some reason.