It is probably more comfortable and natural for a women to expose what people expect to see than a man with boobs to expose what people do not expect to see. Very different situation.
From my own experience
when I was made to expose my breasts on the skins team, I think that is completely right.
As time went on and I knew the boys expected to see boobs when I took of my top and we all knew they would get to watch my nipples grow hard and thicker and longer, and my breasts constantly jiggle and sometimes bounce, it became a little more comfortable each time.
I got used to the little comments about how I was now really nipping out or, sometimes when I could feel my breasts getting a rhythm to their bounce as I ran or did an activity, I would hear some clapping or encouragement to not stop what I was doing. And I would keep on doing it. For the approval.
Even though it was still somewhat embarrassing, expectation and repetition made the embarrassment continually decrease over time. Although I remained ashamed I had to display my breasts, I also felt a tiny bit of power because I could see how impressed the boys were and that they enjoyed getting to see them and appreciated when things like my nipples becoming aroused or breasts bouncing or jiggling.
And it wasn’t like I asked or chose to be on display, but since I was on display, I might as well make a good impression; I now believe women can relate to that feeling. I think it was the familiarity, too. It was the same class of boys. And I learned who sometime during the class was going to cop a feel or flick a nipple or the types of comments to expect. I now believe women have similar learned experiences.
On those occasions when the next period girl’s PE class would sit in the bleachers, I would find myself feeling more uncomfortable, as the girls watched me and whispered, snickered and giggled. It reinforced that familiarity and expectation bred comfort.
But as the year wore on, and the girl’s class repeatedly saw me, I became more comfortable even with that. Experience with the boys had taught me the most dramatic display of my breasts was when they bounced in rhythm. I had also learned what activities made my breasts bounce and even in what different ways. So, sometimes for the girl’s’ benefit, I made it a point to make my breasts bounce and then sometimes bounce differently and then listen for the girls’ intake of breath or laughter or chatter. Again, I now think women want to impress other women.