well, let's start this by saying you don't have the body of a 12-year old boy, you have the body of a woman (however old you are )

Having said that, I am the owner of a pair of natural, 34DD's. Yes, I'm a tiny little 5'3" chick with humongoid boobs. And I felt like a freak. Strangely enough, I started off a largish C-cup, and got bigger everytime I was pregnant...so I worked my way up.

An interesting note also, I worked for a Victoria's Secret call center for about 4 years...I've had more discussions with women, breast size and all the emotions involved with that than you can possibly imagine. As a general rule, I got lots of recently post surgery women who were excited to be buying new clothes and bras and all those low cut tops...and lots of other women further down the road who realized that larger breast size didn't solve any of their problems.

All I can say is don't even consider surgery. As it's said before in this thread, it's usually really confidence issues with the woman more than attraction issues in men that drive women to this. If you feel the need to build your confidence THIS way...please try to find another way.

And if you think your breast size has anything to do with your drive...I have gone through long periods of my life where I was REALLY low drive...

Frankly...I don't "get" how women can stand having those hard unmoving fake breasts...I can barely get comfortable in bed (sleeping) with my relatively soft real ones...and you can do so much more without these huge, distracting THINGS bouncing around.


As a side note...I actually had a breast reduction about 9 years ago...at that point I was having pretty major back problems, I was wearing a DDD...went down to a C-cup. Freaky thing, over the last 9 years, they very gradually grew back??? I put on some weight but the trend started well before that and losing weight doesn't make them any smaller. Right now I'm holding steady at DD, which I can live with. And I'm not having any back problems now, so as long as I don't keep growing, I'm not going to try to hit up my insurance for another reduction. Anyway, I have a love/hate relation ship with my breasts, for now. Sometimes I hate'em, when I'm trying to buy clothes or even digging through my closet for something to wear that doesn't make me look like a hooker, or just fat (too loose and I look pregnant, because you can't see my other attribute, a waspish waist, too tight and well...you know). Other times I kinda like 'em...


Slowly all the roles we act out become our Identity, And in the end we are what we pretend to be. -Jerry Cantrell