Think I'm gonna bike to the Dairy Queen and get some ice cream in this outfit, but with my breast forms in.
I'm intensely curious if people still call me Sir with 400cc booba.
Final result: three out of three cashiers went with "no gendered honorific", plus one woman openly staring at me. I didn't roll high enough on Insight to guess the meaning of the stare.
However, I felt amazing. Comfortable, confident. Serenely powerful. If perhaps a bit sweaty. I'd call that a positive result, if a bit at right angles to the original goal of the experiment.
Oh yeah! They're great! I have a couple different pairs in different sizes. I want big booba someday but I haven't scheduled top surgery yet.
I have a couple different pairs from Vollence on Amazon; they're super cheap.