These conversations are really important. For whatever reason, our bodies are going through changes. We know that testosterone diminishes as we age and the estrogen already in our body will have more freedom to express herself. Not every man develops breasts through that normal process but some of us do. What we do about that is really up to us. I first put on a brassiere when I was 12 years old... five feet tall without breasts, though I had a soft body. It was an erotic experience that stayed with me my whole life. I'd been sexually abused as a boy and doubtless what happened in those instances affected my sexuality and my relationship with my body. Crossdressing and fascination with lingerie and women's undergarments stayed with me my entire life.
Things changed as I got older and my breasts began developing more fully. As I said, I've always had a soft body which probably indicates estrogen has always been more active. As I put it, I've been on the feminine side of a gender continuum, still a man, but a feminine man. Because of my history and affection for brassieres my growing breasts motivated me to explore. I eventually found men wearing brassieres which led to this site. I also explored those men who are fully committed to crossdressing, to presenting themselves as women... whether they have breasts or not. I remember the joking answer to the question "Why do you wear a brassiere" from a fellow who said because without it his breast forms would fall to the ground. I also spent time on website where men want to remain men but desperately want to have breasts. Many actively pursue breast growth through herbs and pumps. Some have breast enhancement surgery. I've seen the photos. The breasts were beautiful, even on a man's body.
Folks here certainly discuss gender related matters and often buy clothes from the women's side of the store but few are actually intent of transitioning surgically. Sophie made that choice and she is much loved by men here for her honesty in sharing her experience. The rest of us are exploring how to take our own journey with the breasts on our chest. I am content with wearing an unlined, underwire brassiere most of the day. I'm very fond of my breasts. There still is a touch of eroticism in the experience though my libido has pretty much departed. I can't really say what it is that gives me so much pleasure in having breasts... seeing them in the mirror or touching them as I often do. But as others here are saying, it doesn't matter why I do this life the way I do. I simply have no wish in shaming myself for anything. Isn't that cause for celebration? I wish us all well. I'm really glad we can have these conversations with one another.