Originally Posted by
Hermana
Susmitha, your experiences remind me of the time I finally got fed up with hiding the fact I wore lingerie under my male exterior. I was (still am) a single guy and I had broken up with my beautiful and intelligent GF of some years, Ms CAGMBB (Come And Get Me Big Boy), who had enthusiastically added bras to my underdressing previously of knickers and pantihose - and I discovered I loved wearing bras, it was like I had come home, so to speak. Anyway, I was shy for a year or two about anyone seeing my bra under my shirts, so I only wore a bra in winter time under the heavier clothing. One year I got fed up with giving up the prettiest item of human underwear every summer and decided it was time I had the courage to show the world the person I really was. That is when I risked my job - and ridicule - by going to the only GG in my workplace, whom I didn't know all that well, and revealing that I wore bras - told her and showed her - and then just stood there waiting for my world to collapse around me. That wonderful understanding young lady, she was about half my age but she said "Good on you" (Kiwi-speak for "Good for you"). I told her that I had worn bras for some years, but never in summer, but this year, with summer coming on I was going to wear a bra all year and "forever". That lovely lady later agreed to help my "coming out" at work by both of us turning up on the same day wearing matching white contour cup projecting bras under thin tight white matching stretch feminine T-shirts, and staying together while we shared some morning coffee talk with the males. It was a nerve-wracking time for me, but then I had decided that this was the time for me to be me, and to mis-quote Rhett Butler, "Frankly world, I don't give a damn".
It was a fascinating day. The males in the workplace had stunned but not hostile reactions (they quickly accepted me). It was part of my job to visit our electrical component suppliers, going into their male-dominated trade counters, mixing my "new" shapely busty top and tall otherwise lean figure among the hardboiled boiler-suited tradesmen. Nothing bad was said. Yes I was nervous on my first public display, presenting as a man with bra and (fake) breasts, but I would take a deep breath and just march into the warehouse, trying to be the same as I always was. And I think that did the trick for me. Not showing any weakness or hesitance. Er - besides, it probably didn't hurt that my first interactions with people in my semi-seethru curvaceous top was with people who made money out of seeing me (I was the buyer for our manufacturing concern). The male SAs spoke to my chest, and the female SAs made the most wonderful eye contact and became very cheerful and chatty, like I was one of them now (such a nice feeling). Later,I had many other adventures simply by presenting myself as a man, with confidence, in my usual outdoor attire of tight fem semi-seethru top, visible bra outline and nice curves, man-trousers and man-shoes, and if the onlooker was very astute, he or she may have noticed a flash of stockings, not socks. The really close observer might have seen the bumps of my suspenders holding my stockings up.
Anyway, my first public outing as a man with bra and shapely bustline was a great success, and it helped my at-first feigned confidence become genuine as I kept up my public presentation and dress code of man with bra and breasts and proud of it.
The pretend confidence at the start was a killer though. It took all of my resources. It probably helped that I can get quite stubborn when I want something, and I wanted to wear lingerie anywhere and have a busty shape without fear. Eventually I got there, but I can understand it could be a hard time for some to go public. Apart from a selection of tight or shaped fem tops and a visible bra outline or bumps or both, I only underdress.
Added a bit later: I don't recommend anybody else do that in their workplace unless your job needs you more than you need your job. Thankfully I had niche technical knowldege, so possible antagonism from the boss was something I decided to risk. But that leads to interesting stories covering the following few years of working life.
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