My first post disappeared as soon as I posted it so I will try again:
After looking at this site for a few months I have decided to add my bit - it may, or may not, be useful.
I have lived with gynecomastia most of my life, chubby or slim and fit. Since puberty I have been very coy about exposing my chest which for an Australian on the beach was a major problem. Wearing a t-shirt in the water was out of the question because of the “wet t-shirt competition”look. I am sure many of you can relate to the problem. As a teenager I began to wonder what was going on and found myself dressing in my mother’s clothes as often as I could but this only added to my distress and confusion and I began to wonder if I was not meant to be male. In my 40’s I started presenting as a woman in my everyday life - my workmates accepted me, my wife detested me, my daughter avoided me and my son accepted me completely. My salary allowed me to buy the best lingerie but overall I dressed conservatively. This persisted for many years until I realised, with help, that I am simply a male with breasts. Pity!
Now I am a young 68yo with benign prostatic hyperplasia who takes Duodart to allow me to urinate properly but one of the side effects is to reduce my testosterone levels thereby giving me a breast growth spurt. Mmmm…. I have to admit that I like it! At my last visit to the local hospital urology clinic I was offered an appointment with the plastic surgeons to asses me for breast reduction surgery but I have decided to stay as I am. When I work in my garden I wear a loose top in case the neighbours come in but each time I bend over I can feel my breasts moving under my clothes so I have started wearing a bra again. I am very lucky that my wife (I remarried 10 years ago and yes, she does know my full history) does not notice things and the penny has not dropped that I am wearing a bra. As it is winter i am also able to wear one under a heavy winter jumper. I fill a B cup nicely but an uncertain about discussing it with my wife. Perversely I enjoy having breasts which calls into question the idea of gender identity. It also means that I am unable to go to swimming classes with my grand daughter.