Since my last entry - yeah, I know, that long ago - one of the realities of the sitution has become increasingly apparent. If you have a pronounced pair of boobs, as I do, there's a limit to the extent to which you can hide the fact. If I were a female, who would be expected to have boobs and probably have no compunction about displaying the fact, then this wouldn't be a problem and there would be no reason for me to sit here and write about it. If I were a full-on crossdresser then it would form part of the wider picture which all that entails. But I'm not and it doesn't. I dress like a guy (outwardly at least) except that now I'm a guy who has a very obvious set of girly tits!
Up until now, I've either just worn T-Shirts around the house and left anyone to whom I answered the door to draw their own conclusions, or else worn a hoodie or sweater when out. But with warm spring-like sunshine, and a trip to the supermarket in the offing, it dawned on me that it was time to stop being a wuss about it. After all, it was my decision to keep them when I found out I'd got them: I love having them and in my own way I'm proud of them. So sod what everyone else might think,
Armed with that positive thought, I set off. Most of my T-Shirts are neither close-fitting nor baggy, so I chose a standard blue medium one. I must admit I did a sharp double-take when I saw a reflection of my profile in a shop window, but maybe the full frontal was a little less obvious? Who was I kidding? But then I was forgetting: self-consciousness always magnifies any perceived problem tenfold, and the reality is that in any case the majority of supermarket shoppers are way too wrapped up in their own affairs to even notice what anyone else is doing or looks like. After all, was I checking out all the other guys to see if they looked like they had girly tits? Of course not (well, I wouldn't have been otherwise)!
Maybe next week I should wear my "Smile if you wish you were gay" T-Shirt.