I was a normal preteen boy until about 13. Then my breasts started to enlarge. I was of course mortified and embarrassed, but my mother was delighted. She constantly praised my developing femineity and bought me all sorts of pretty things to wear. At age 15, she discovered breast buds and predicted that I could be as big as her someday. Bu age 17 I was, a full c cup and could easily fill her bras. I was beginning to embrace my femineity, and I loved being her daughter. We often went out as mother and daughter which gave her the chance to train me as a woman. Walking in heels gracefully is a skill that many women never learned. I spent most of my young adult years in man mode wearing a compression binder when I left the house and cross dressing otherwise. Eventually a woman friend and I fled to India where I had a butt lift to round out my boy butt, which it certainly did nicely. But there was no more wearing men's pants. Finally balancing 2 genders became too much and I decided that I made a better looking woman than a man and I began a slow transgender process. I have been gloriously happy ever since and the world accepts me as a woman
