How to Choose Breast Forms (Male to Female Transgender / Crossdressing Tips)

crossdress With the different kinds of breast enhancement for on the market it can be a complex decision when you set out to choose crossdresser breast forms.
There are so many considerations:
  • Size
  • Style
  • Material
  • Lifestyle
  • Budget
We have covered in previous articles the different materials breast forms can be made from, including home-made breast forms. We have also covered the subject of what size breast forms you should get and how you size yourself for breast forms and bras. crossdress Having read our other articles you now just need to make sure you choose the right breast forms to help maximize your male to female transformation. If you are conveniently located to a crossdresser store like Glamour Boutique in New Jersey then call and book an appointment to meet with a fitter experienced in working with crossdressers and transgender clients. If, like many girls you need to shop conveniently and discreetly online then make sure you use a reputable store with a clear returns policy. Having done your home-work you know what your budget is and you have correctly calculated your bra and breast form size. Make sure at the same time to consider your lifestyle. Are you an occasional crossdresser who dresses in doors and just wants a quick solution to give a more female shape? Are you someone soon to embark on transitioning and so are looking for the most realistic enhancement you can afford? Do you need forms for swimming or sleeping in? All of these will determine your choice of breast form. crossdress Let’s say you want a good quality pair of realistic looking and feeling breast forms that you intend to wear most days and for going out and that although you will start off wearing in a bra you would like the option of wearing topless with adhesive. Already you are looking at least a mid-range pair of breast forms that not only have a much better appearance, weight and touch of the cheap, heavy breast forms, but that also have re-enforced backs to be able to withstand breast form adhesive. Over time you may also want to sleep with your breast forms on. Again, make sure you consider sleep-friendly breast forms. Many silicone forms are not intended to be worn during sleep since any body-weight brought to bear consistently over time on a silicone breast form can in time weaken the seal and lead to a rupture. Many girls use silicone breast forms for day wear and then switch over to sleep-safe foam breast forms for night time. sissy DID I CHOOSE THE RIGHT BREAST FORMS? When trying on breast forms for the first time, whether in a retail showroom or after receiving your online purchase make sure you have a form-fitting top to hand. The true feminine effect of the shape of enhancement is seen properly under clothing. First-fitting steps:
  1. Attach bra in place
  2. Loosen shoulder straps
  3. One at a time, insert forms into each cup of the bra
  4. Tighten shoulder straps to required firmness to hold forms in place but not squeeze them
  5. Pull on a form-fitting top and inspect the shape in the mirror
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If you have chosen the correct breast form style and size then they should sit snugly at the bottom of the cup of the bra. With correct shoulder strap adjustment, the top of the form whilst still enclosed in the bra cup, should blend into the chest wall and not pull away from the chest. With a form-fitting top on you are looking for smooth, realistic curves to the shape and slight movement of the ‘bust’ as you move. The breast forms should make you look and feel feminine and for most there is an element of excitement when you slip them on for the first time and you have made the right choice. Choosing breast forms is similar to choosing a favorite pair of shoes or a bra; it can take a little time to find the right one, but as soon as you make the right choice everything just feels like it should. crossdress In conclusion, take your time to research to make sure you make the right choice the first time. If you can get to a crossdresser store to be fitted in-person then great. If not make sure you use a trusted TG/CD business who understand your needs and who have live customer service so you can talk to a person on the phone to walk you through the process without feeling rushed.

Crossdressing fiction one of the t-girls


Inst a pill. inst a pill and then I’ll be a woman? I never knew it could be that easy. Should it be that
easy? Should it be that easy to change your entire person, your entire life. in a matter of seconds?
The pills themselves were a work in progress. and the company marketing them had a contract as
thick as a phone book for me to sign. and the litany of risks that catne with any procedure like that
was enough to make tny head spin. I wasn’t even sure if that was what I wanted. or if I was maybe
going too far looking for somewhere to belong. I still hadn’t tried chess club yet, leaping into anoth-
er body. potentially dangerously, definitely permanently. was a huge decision for an eighteen year
old to make. That was what tnade it so surprising when I felt the slight resistance of pen on paper,
and then the flourish of a signature. My life. signed away. but my soul. hopefully free.

I’d been told the transformation was often rather severe in terms of discomfort, so I was happy that I
managed to remain unconscious throughout. Succumbing to the anaesthetic. I felt my body fade and
my mind separate from space and time, stretching ever upward. kissing the stars and twirling ever
onward. I felt as if I’d died. and there was no evidence to the contrary. not until the unholy brighb
ness flickered through an absentminded gap in my eyelids. filled the front of my brain with a numb.
dull. pain. and woke me into the life of a woman.

The first thing I remember is being heavy. No. Not so much heavy as my weight being distributed
strangely. It was my chest. which had budded and then some into quite the generous endowment.
Sitting up was a struggle with them inst iutting out into the air. I’d never considered how it might
feel. I’d only sort of had the picture in my head of what it might be like. There was blonde hair rest-
ing on my shoulders. there was a beautiful woman in the mirror across from me. and to my complete
astonishment. she had a smile on her face.

I was given six weeks of further treatment at the facility. wherein my vitals were maintained and an
ongoing psychiatric evaluation had been booked. I didn’t think I needed one, but on the recommen-
dation of my doctor. I finally caved and agreed to see the shrink. They’d set me up with a new ward-
robe. and my apartment had been scrubbed of any signals of my previous life. This wasn’t a callous
or overreaching measure. just a natural one. I needed to move on as there was no way to reverse the Y
chromosome removal. and living in the shadow of a lost life was no way to continue.

With the all clear. I was able to leave the hospital. but not without some considerable steeling of my
nerves. Wearing the body of a woman… No… Living as a woman, was going to be the greatest chal-
lenge I’d ever encountered. and staying inside for a little while longer was so tnuch easier than
having to admit what I’d done to myself. While feeling very naked. alone and frightened. I walked
through the automatic doors at the head of the facility, and took my first step into the real world. It
smelled different. slightly bland compared to the chemicals of the hospital. I took a mental picture
to remember the tnoment, because from then on I wasn’t coming back.

Transgender fiction i love bad boy to girl


I was falling for my worst enemy. I’d have thought the transformation into a woman would have
been the strangest thing that ever happened to me. But sitting across from him at our private
dining table, laughing at his jokes, and staring into his baby blue eyes, all that bottled hatred
of the years was slowly flowing away. I couldn’t help but just feel he was so sweet and so
hardworking and so perfect. When he asked to see me again Ijumped at the chance, even
though the evening was far from over.

We had a few drinks together, drawing our bodies closer and closer in the deafening cacopho-
ny of the nightclub. We laughed and snorted and giggled in the limo on our way back to his
place. We kissed and touched and connected in his cavernous mansion. I gasped and moaned
and tensed as we made love. Again and again and again. By morning we’d promised to spend
the next day together, and then the next and the next. Days turned to weeks. He managed to
swing me a job as a ring girl, one of the models who cheers the fighters. He’d kiss me so lov-
ingly before each round. He won them all. He won me.

Weeks turned to months. We moved in together, he bought me anything I could have ever
wanted. He saw to it that I wanted for nothing, and we spent our days laughing and loving to-
gether. I’d never been so perfectly content in all my life. He found me familiar, but never once
clocked l was the person he’d treated so awfully in our youth. He spoke about me though, the
real me, when we were alone once. About how he regretted his anger as a kid, his hatred, his
inadequacy. It was then I realised just how similar we were. I told him to stop worrying. Wher-
ever the kid he’d bullied was, I was sure that he didn’t mind any more.

And I didn’t.

We married a year to the day after our meeting. My dad walked me down the aisle, proud as
punch of his beautiful daughter in her white wedding dress. My husband stood so tall and so
strong and so perfect, and the kiss we shared endured a lifetime. We moved around the globe
for our honeymoon, never staying anywhere a moment longer than we wanted.

And then we settled down. I wanted to give something back to him. I gave him two children. A
boy first, then a girl second. He loved me through the pregnancy, he shared the labours, and
he shared the responsibility. I thanked god every day for bringing him to me, and I to him. He
saved me from my old life, he saved me from what I’d been. And I loved him for it. I loved
him so hard.

The greatest gift we shared however was our promise. We would spend our lives together, one
soul shared between two bodies. It was all we’d ever been, two sides of the same coin. Such a
beautiful thought, lying in bed together knowing we were the same. Our hands intertwined. Our
hearts beating as one.

When I was a kid I’d never known I would grow up to love someone. I’d never known I would
find my soulmate. I would never know that hate would be such an easy thing to defeat, or that
love would be so perfectly possible to drown yourself in.

I love him.

I love my worst enemy.