When I was about 18, I was a very androgenous young man with no beard, shoulder length hair and big breasts. My mother, who was delighted with my development, took me to the foundation department of a large department store. She told the clerk she wanted her "daughter" fitted in a support bra. I was stunned- she never referred to me with the female pronoun. I removed my blouse and the bra borrowed from Mother, and I sat there in a daze while the clerk measured me. 38C was the verdict and several were soon fetched. The clerk pointed out the various features and mother purchased several. She then sent the clerk out for a black lace push up bra that made me look like a DD- and the lace cups could be folded in to reveal even more. "I don't know where you will wear it dear" mother said, "but every girl ought to have one".