As odd as it may sound up untill a few months ago I mostly felt that it was nice having breasts, that I felt so much better about living in my own skin. Then suddenly, like 3 months ago I fell totally in love them, all that they mean, how they make me feel. How great it is to be able to look in a mirror, even totally stark naked and think, I love this bod, even with all the flab and jiggle parts.
I chalk it it to two factors; 1) Progesterone. Life (and boobage) is different with it. 2) Coming out to myself even more with realizing that for my own well being I need to so some sort of transition, likely back to part-time to start with as soon as circumstances can allow it.