I don't know what led me to it, but when I was a teen I found a fuzzy pink and gray sweater in my mom's closet. Short sleeves and puffy shoulders. It looked a bit too small but I tried it on anyway. It fit so close that I could see a hint of a bustline. OMG, I had boobs! In spite of the loathing I had been conditioned to have for feminine males, I couldn't keep myself out of mom's closet and lingerie drawer.