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29 Jan 2024 - my training bra / “first bra”

Got to wake up feeling feminine again this morning which was nice. My first bra / training bra is really comfortable and feels just right, plus with the padding it gives me a nice shape under the vest. 

I had read that trans women can’t really wear first bras due to our chests and shoulders being too broad and the straps not being made for the larger frame. I do have to extend the straps to their longest but it does sit just about right and doesn’t dig in to my shoulders so maybe my frame is just about at the limit.  I’m wearing 36AA although having been measured I know I should be a 38, but M&S don’t go to AA beyond 36.  Also, having no actual breasts, I should probably be AAAAAAA, but they don’t do that either! 

All that said, 36AA feels comfortable and although I don’t fill the cups and they crease a bit as a result, I don’t think it would take that much growth for it to fit just right.  Obviously assuming that I ever actually started hormones and developed any breasts, which remains a big assumption.  

As an aside, I have discovered on the Debenhams website that they have a brand of lingerie called Little Women.  Not related to the March sisters, much as I love them, but a range of bras for exceptionally small cup sizes. Not AAAAAAA, but they do go to AAAA, and offer 38AAA which is probably my actual size.  Given that they offer some pretty large bands with very small cups and all with extra long shoulder straps, I would guess these are targeted at the transgender market.  Quite expensive though.

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