to repeat myself, i love wearing a bra (as much as hosiery).
as we initially embark on our journey to womanhood, we cannot wait to get into a bra and, after hrt, some women seem to barely wait to remove the bra. it as if we quickly forgot what a wonderfully warm, comforting and inspirational item of clothing it once was. an ultimate symbol of femininity that helped us along...
there is this sweet phase i love to read about from other gals whose breasts are growing about "having to wear one because there is no choice now", "i now need it for support", "the nipples are chafing" etc.
the need to wear one is gently obsessional. wearing a bra for me is a choice at this time but i don't think i would ever want to feel it has become a chore.