I've been fairly certain I'm trans (MTF) for a couple of years, but I really only dabbled in it. I liked doing my hair, I kept everything shaved, I mostly wear women's underwear and I've got a small collection of "women's" jeans. I even have a dress. My girlfriend was supportive from day 1 when I started figuring it out. She even did more research than I ever bothered to about HRT, transitioning, doctors and all. She helped me pick out clothes and gave me advice on a bunch of "girl stuff".

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Yesterday we went shopping. The night before she found her measuring tape and measured my chest. 34, apparently. We did our usual shopping and then swung over to the women's section and we looked at bras. I've never worn or owned one, but I finally pulled the trigger on a 3-pack of pretty generic A/B cup sports bras with some new underwear that matches it. And, we got A/B push up pads.

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When we got home, I tried them all on. I almost cried, I was so happy. Today my girlfriend is at work, and I'm sitting at home just wearing my new things on my day off. I'm debating wearing it to work later this week. Even though my "boobs" are fake, it's almost real enough to push off the dysphoria. I don't have any fucking idea if or when I'm gonna break it to my family, or how they'll take it, but I crossed the line. I can't go back from here. I think my new name will be Katie.

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(still staying in r/egg_irl though because the memes are funny as shit)