Yesterday, 12:54 AM
Oh my, oh my. Where do I even start? So much has happened since I started BO. Even more so in the last few months. So grab your popcorn, and get comfortable. Cause this is going to be a long one. I’ll start with a proper introduction, followed by regimen update and results at the end.
Introduction
I believe a more thorough introduction of myself is in due order. Especially considering I have decided to stay on the BO-exclusive for the foreseeable future, I might just be in it for the long haul. So why not just throw the secrets into the sea? Let the sailors ride on calm waters and with the horizon in sight. Who knows? It might just help someone out along the way.
So let’s cue the tragic villain backstory music! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Funnily enough, I long believed that gender and sex was the same. As one that was deeply engaged in traditional science, how could it be anything different? A healthy man questioning his own sexuality would be something unheard of, right? “He who questions himself is naught a man”, is what I believed. And if he does, he must have an underlying disorder. Maybe spending too much time in the comfort of their own home, without struggle, would give room for such useless thoughts. Or maybe they experienced childhood trauma that they haven’t been able to fix yet. It took way too many years before I even had much thought on the topic. Not until I faced the question of gender myself, did I see how naive I was. Maybe those who spend most of their time holed up in their room or avoid speaking to others suffers from the same problem I started to suffer from. Unable to express their true selves, they hide who they are. And in this hiding, they suffer. Because as they are, they cannot express their true selves.
I now believe one’s gender is not assigned at birth. Sex is. But the gender, the identity, develops together with the individual throughout one’s childhood. A product of our environment. Why? Well, because I believe I am a perfect example of it.
Since I have an older sister that’s 9 months older than me, she used to play with me a lot when we were younger. Maybe too much. And she loved to dress me up and use me like her own exclusive make-up doll. Did I hate it? Not really. Playing with your siblings is normal, after all. There was nothing weird for a boy to play with girls. Not until they start going to kindergarten. Once I started kindergarten at 5 years old, the differences between boys and girls became a lot more clear. It was as clear as night and day. Two completely different groups. Completely different compared to how it was at home. Girls did not talk too much with boys. They dressed differently, acted differently. Even played with completely different things. Converging interests did happen once in a while, but were few in between. The grown-ups also pushed the kids towards those of the same gender. Leaving a clear line between the two groups. As the years went on, I had been assimilated into the boys group. And my sister the same for hers. Our interests started to diverge, and so did our lives. Boys and girls. Completely different.
2 decades after kindergarten, I believed I became a man in the truest sense. I was strong, charismatic and decisive. A man of action. Trying to achieve his own masculine ideal. Despite what many would say, I was not having a good time. I like going to the gym, I really do. Exercising and all that stuff. But the more I watched myself in the mirror, the more despondent I became. Like what I did was wrong. But how could it be wrong. How could a man trying to be a man be wrong? Every time I looked at the other gender, I could see the clear difference. How different they were from me. And as I looked at them, my heart would ache like a motherfucker. Like someone was punching my soul. To the point that I was never able to get into a single relationship. Because it hurt. Every glance I gave them hurt. From somewhere I never knew. Can you believe it took me more than 20 years of my life to realize something was wrong? Because something was very wrong with me. I eventually realized the part of me that played with my sister was still there. Like a mirrored version of myself. Another me. Not only that, but that part of me was getting stronger with each passing day. Like a voice crying out for help. Screaming in a desperate attempt to reach someone, anyone. But I ignored it. Because I was a man. I had to stay strong. For myself and for others. A little extra mental load wouldn’t stop me. This continued on for some long years. Too many years, in fact. When I think back on it, the more I heard the voice, the more masculine I tried to become. Trying to push my physical body towards it’s limits. Maybe to overcompensate for something? One year however, I became fed up with it all. The voice was so loud I could barely concentrate on anything. Waking up with headaches, Daydreaming, diverging thoughts, etc. At some point, I even struggled to speak properly. Like two people trying to speak from the same mouth. I was becoming retarded! And it was my breaking point. Fuck education! Fuck money! Fuck life! All be damned! I decided to start exploring myself. Finding out who I really was. No job, no school and no apartment. Living with relatives and free of distractions. Just to find “me”.
I tried many things. Meditation, cooking, mountain climbing, swimming, tennis, boxing, judo, downhill, skiing, archery, you name it. Even just doing nothing. But nothing helped. Not until my sister came for a visit. She came in through the door with a massive smile on her face. She had finally mastered the intricate art of skincare. Something she had been chasing for many years. Greeting everyone happily, she went on her way to prepare her stay for the weekend. But I just stood in a corner of the doorway. Frozen like ice. Perplexed, staring blankly at the recently closed door. The voice had stopped its crying. Why? Why would it stop after all this time? After all these years? I had seen my sister so many times before. But now was the day it stopped. What changed? Before I could think more on the matter, my body moved by itself. Faster than I could ever do consciously, up the spiral stairs, and straight to her room. Before I even had the chance to think of anything to say. “Can you teach me?” I let out. “Can you teach me skincare?” I repeated. To my surprise, she was happy to oblige. After unpacking the essentials, she pushed me into the bathroom, grabbed a chair, and gave me a huge lecture. The whole package. Telling me all she’s learned over the years. She may have been spewing out a lot more words that I could handle. But at the time, I was just happy to listen. For the first time since I can remember, I “played” with my sister.
When I went to bed that night, I had a dream. Maybe calling it a dream would undermine it’s significance. It was so vivid it could not be a mere dream. Maybe a vision? A humanoid shadow laid down on an endless black sea. A scrawny kind. Slowly disintegrating into the eternal blackness of the water. Laying there for what one could only believe to be an eternity. Eventually, a “door” materialized not far from the creature. A door so bright it could be described as the source of all light. The whitest white. From there, someone dressed in an impeccable white robe emerged from the endless white. It moved slowly and gracefully towards the poor thing. As the robed figured moved, the scenery changed behind. Strong light emerging from the footprints. Making the silhouette more vivid with every passing second. Eventually, the contours of the face became clear. A beauty. But something felt odd about this person. I had never even seen her before, but she felt familiar. Almost too familiar. As she came about a meter’s distance away from the amalgamation, she knelt down. Stretching out her right hand and uttering the word “COME”, in the most beautiful tone of voice imaginable. As the word was spoken, the disintegration stopped. The humanoid raised itself with all its might, but could only raise itself as far as the knees. Taking the woman’s hand, it finally stood up. Moving towards the door’s entrance. They walked slowly. To give the creature a chance to gain its footing? Nay, it was something more. With intent. Something changed with every step made. The dark ghost-like body became more solid, more human. Showing clearer contours as the body became brighter and brighter. As they reached the entrance, both of them stopped abruptly. If you could see them from the back at that moment, you would see two very similar figures. One woman and one very similar. But in a malleable form. The woman let go of the hand and gently nudged the other thorough the door. As all this unfolded, the sea of black began evaporating. Giving birth to many clouds. And as the woman walked back through the door, the sea of black quickly evaporated into nothingness. All that remained was a sea of clouds.
After that day, the voice became completely silent. The other me was nowhere to be found. However, I had changed. It felt like walking back on the path I had been following all my life. Suddenly arriving at an intersection and following that path instead. Like all the weight on the shoulders have evaporated. Maybe even hopping over to a different dimension. Because everything was too different. How this happened in one night, is something I find incomprehensible. Is this what people call awakening? Maybe enlightenment? Because everything I did after that day did not feel real. Every action I made pushed me towards becoming more “me”. As if I was walking this new path without ever stopping. If you could put my happiness on a chart, you would see it shoot off the top of the paper after that day. You could say that everyone walks a path in life. However, I believe not many can say they walk their own. A path where you can decide the environment, choosing whether you’ll walk the path of heaven or hell. I’ll admit, where this path will lead me to, I do not know. But thanks to this path, I’ve come to enjoy life more than I could ever imagine. The more I explore myself, the more I come to enjoy life. And as I explored, I found out the path I was walking on leaned towards the feminine. The opposite of what I was chasing for so long. Was it because I fused with my other self? Or was It blind intuition? Maybe both? As I was researching ways to become more feminine, I stumbled upon NBE’s, which quickly led me to Breast Nexum. Where I became the current me. The BO addict. I do wonder sometimes though. If I didn’t have a sister or had started kindergarten earlier, would I still be the one I am today? Would I be a more traditional boy? Grow up to be a normal man? Would I have avoided playing with my sister? And would this other version of me still exist? No matter what hypothesis I come up with, I can’t find an answer. But maybe that’s for the better.
Regiment Update
I’ve been experimenting with different dosages and cycling lot lately. Going all the way up to 12 capsules a day, and cycling on and off BO with different intervals. When I went up from 8 to 12 capsules a day, I decided to do an increase of 2 capsules each week, i.e., 2 cap increase for two weeks. When the two weeks were up, I ended up staying at 12 a day for around a month before going back down to 8 again. After combining this short experiment with some other small ones, I believe I found something quite interesting.
Firstly, I believe BO has the strongest effect during the transition (both increase and decrease in dosage) from different dosages. At least for me. When I went from 8 to 12 capsules, it was not just the usual mood changes; chest pain, hip pain, etc. It was an indescribable experience. There’s no other way to describe it than pure bliss. However, this did not last very long. After my body had taken 12 caps a day for about a week, it started to wear off. And quickly too.
This is where the second point comes in. Every time I consistently stay at any dosage, the effects seem to wear of after about a week. Even staying one whole month on 12 capsules could not even come close to any of my transitioning periods. When I think back on it, I might have felt more changes when I went from 4 to 8 caps a day than when I was on 12. Interestingly enough, I could also feel a lot more happening to my body when I went down from 12 to 8 caps.
So, in short, BO seems to be most effective any time you are going up or down in dosages. Why? I have no Idea myself. Maybe I’m just some odd outlier. I should probably send an inquiry to Lotus to get this mystery resolved. Anyway, thanks to this, I have now made some Interesting changes to my regimen. To maximize this transitioning effect, I now cycle on and off BO. Two weeks on and one week off. Which seem to have considerably boosted my progress.
Previous regimen (from the 8 month update):
1 cap (10mg) BIOPERINE
1 cap (80mg) Pituary Glandular
3 caps (750mg) Ovarian Glandular
1 cup (2dl and 10g) Green tea
1 cap (150mg ovarian, 150mg uterus, 50mg heart, 50mg kidney, 50mg liver) Multi Glandular for Women
2x daily
Current regimen:
1 cap (10mg) BIOPERINE
1 cap (80mg) Pituary Glandular
4 caps (1000mg) Ovarian Glandular
1 cup (2dl and 10g) Green tea
1 cap (150mg ovarian, 150mg uterus, 50mg heart, 50mg kidney, 50mg liver) Multi Glandular for Women
2x daily two weeks on and one week of
Wild yam cream every other day (20mg) Bio-identical Progesterone
I have also gotten completely rid of all unhealthy foods. No seed oils and no sugar. Mostly eating just vegetables and meat.
Results
I really hoped my pictures will do the results any justice. Because just as I would like to show an amazing transformation, reality hits you like a truck. It would be amazing to just post a picture of me with gigantic boobs or something, but that’s not the case at all. Some say that flat is justice. And I think I might join this group in the future, unless something drastic happens. It’s a bit odd to talk about how you have barely gotten any breast growth on the breast growth forum. But at least I have something to mention from my 16 months of growing. Among other things, I’ve also been a lot better at keeping up the right body temperature this winter. I struggled a bit on this one, since -20°C could barely even make me flinch before. But now? I’ll need at least 2 jackets to keep me from freezing to death. So I had to make that little shopping trip to make it bearable.
Now, if you give a D-cup the value of 100%, then my breast growth should now be at around 10%. Whereas eight months ago, it would maybe be at around 4%. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work. They are also a LOT more sensitive now. To the point where not wearing a bra would not be the wisest of decisions.
My mind has experienced the biggest change of them all. I don’t know if I can contribute my current self to BO, but my “spiritual” awareness is through the roof. Everything is amazing. Life is good. So good, in fact, that if I had to spend the rest of my life as myself from 4 years ago, I’d kill myself without even giving it a second thought. The best way I can describe how good I feel is if you were to constantly have the feeling you get after learning a new skill. After solving a hard puzzle. Or maybe constantly having sex. Whatever suits you best. But this feeling comes from the world itself. From everything around me. It makes any negative experience feel like nothing. Like a drop of oil in the open sea.
Another one is how sensitive I’ve become towards others emotions. When women say that men are blockheads, they really mean it. No man can even come close to this metaphysical sensitivity that women have. I may not know how good I am compared to other women, but compared to other men, I’m leagues above. How do I know this? Because I was the worlds most insensitive blockhead of them all. A true dunce. Not anymore, though.
The last one of the mental changes would be a more female aligned mentality. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this has to be a women thing, right? Although I can still get synced up with other guys, sometimes, people (very often guys) just flips a switch in my brain. I just suddenly feel a barrier being erected around me. And if someone tries to break it open, I become very easily agitated. When the guys do some questionable things, I suddenly turn into a man hater. Although all they did was touch the barrier, somewhere in my mind, I find that unacceptable. For example, a guy I have known for a very long time have suddenly started to slap my ass every once in a while. He might have been doing it for a while, and I might just have started taking notice of it recently. But when he does it, I become completely speechless. Unending hatred seeps from who knows where and makes me want to cut him into a million pieces, burn him on a stake or execute him on the guillotine. I don’t know if I’m just going crazy or not, but this primordial anger is really something. Another time, I was touched from the back while making food in something I would call an over the top manner. I think it was just a silly joke or something, but suddenly, this anger just burst out. Why? Why does this make me so angry?
And now, another big one. The “cycle”.
I felt really sorry for myself when I have to suffer through 4 months of pollen allergies every year. But this, this is on another level. The sudden mood swings can hit you like a truck or it can hit you like the AN602. One day you feel completely fine. Another day, you get angry from people just wanting to have a civil conversation. Even being sleepy for the entire day no matter what you do. And later in the night, you find yourself curled up next to the trash can. Because you don’t know if you’ll be throwing up or not. Feeling like someone is cutting up the insides of your stomach, and then you fall back asleep from exhaustion. Experiencing all this amazes me to no end. How the hell do men know so little about all this? It should be mandatory to teach this to kids. I always wondered how my sister could have such drastic change in personality. At some point, I thought she was bipolar or something. But I have come to learn my lesson.
You guys just have to trust me on this one. I won’t be showing my face on the internet, but trust me. My face has changed a HUGE amount since I started BO. It is probably my second biggest change since I started BO. I didn’t pay it much attention during the first few months, but it’s become more apparent by the day. If we go back 4 years, I would be bold enough to call myself “the guy she tells you not to worry about”. Not anymore. Muscle mass has decreased by about 60% all over my body. And to my surprise, my neck. Before, with the right facial expression, I would look like I’ve been to prison at least once. Now is a completely different story. With longer hair and all that stuff, I can at least say I look feminine. I even got the puffed up cheeks! Totally sells the look! If I were to use some proper makeup, I would almost guarantee passing as female. Describing it in another way:
Before: Run! It’s a guy!
Now: Is that a girl?
Makeup: That’s a girl.
At least this is what I believe to be the case. Because whenever I visit a new place and meet new people, they always seem surprised. The kids have started to call me a girl too. Which seems surprising, considering their brutal honesty. I even got a little story from work.
I was cleaning an old office after we moved out, when a man working from the end of the hallway greeted me. Started some small talk. I, as any person would do, politely answered his inquiry. However, he did not seem pleased. As soon as I turned towards his face, all you could see was pure displeasure and anger. He just looked at me without saying anything back. Just stared for a while before walking away. And I stood there in complete silence. Dumbfounded. Because I have NEVER, and I mean NEVER had this experience before. Like someone just had a stroke and forgot everything that just happened. It was surreal. At least it was to me. But idk. Maybe I’m just over-inflating my own ego.
I cant say too much about the body due to all the muscle I lost. Especially since going from looking like a dorito to a cheese stick is already enough of a transformation for me. All I can say with 100% certainty is that something along the top of the femur has become bigger. Something else may have happened, but I haven’t been able to notice it yet. Maybe the neck. Maybe the greater trochanter. Maybe even the pelvis itself. I do not know. But thanks to this growth, my hips appear a bit wider than they were before. Like if the cheese stick has a little more girth at the bottom. My shoulders also appear a lot more delicate than before. Maybe something happened here as well, but that’ll be hard to find out. I just believe my deltoids have shrunk a lot thanks to my lowered exercise schedule.
I also recently started to notice a change in my body odor. Not too much to say here. Just that I went from smelling like badly flavored water to an acidic garden.
This one may not be much of a natural result, but is something I want to mention anyway. I have been trying out IPL on different parts of my body for a few months now. I must say, it has worked wonders on my beard. Not that I had much from the start, but anyway, I have lost about 70% of it as of now. Which is a commendable result if you ask me. I didn’t even believe much in it when I first bought it. But if it works, it works. I have also tried it on one of my legs and crotch area. Interestingly enough, I wouldn’t really recommend at home IPL for the legs. At least that is my experience. I Just shaved both legs. One leg experienced pulse light once every other day for 2 weeks. The result? More hair growth on the leg that was subjected to IPL. The follicles started to grow 2 or sometimes even 3 hairs. Which makes it appear a lot more hairy. Although the color do appear to have a much higher value.
That just about wraps it up. I’ll be posting the progress pictures on the timeline for anyone interested.
https://www.breastnexum.com/showthread.php?tid=32009&pid=239476#pid239476
If you have any questions, then try to keep as few as possible in the timeline thread. As I would like it to stay as clean as possible for future updates and for readers. However, feel free to bombard me or this thread with as many questions as you like.
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Introduction
I believe a more thorough introduction of myself is in due order. Especially considering I have decided to stay on the BO-exclusive for the foreseeable future, I might just be in it for the long haul. So why not just throw the secrets into the sea? Let the sailors ride on calm waters and with the horizon in sight. Who knows? It might just help someone out along the way.
So let’s cue the tragic villain backstory music! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Funnily enough, I long believed that gender and sex was the same. As one that was deeply engaged in traditional science, how could it be anything different? A healthy man questioning his own sexuality would be something unheard of, right? “He who questions himself is naught a man”, is what I believed. And if he does, he must have an underlying disorder. Maybe spending too much time in the comfort of their own home, without struggle, would give room for such useless thoughts. Or maybe they experienced childhood trauma that they haven’t been able to fix yet. It took way too many years before I even had much thought on the topic. Not until I faced the question of gender myself, did I see how naive I was. Maybe those who spend most of their time holed up in their room or avoid speaking to others suffers from the same problem I started to suffer from. Unable to express their true selves, they hide who they are. And in this hiding, they suffer. Because as they are, they cannot express their true selves.
I now believe one’s gender is not assigned at birth. Sex is. But the gender, the identity, develops together with the individual throughout one’s childhood. A product of our environment. Why? Well, because I believe I am a perfect example of it.
Since I have an older sister that’s 9 months older than me, she used to play with me a lot when we were younger. Maybe too much. And she loved to dress me up and use me like her own exclusive make-up doll. Did I hate it? Not really. Playing with your siblings is normal, after all. There was nothing weird for a boy to play with girls. Not until they start going to kindergarten. Once I started kindergarten at 5 years old, the differences between boys and girls became a lot more clear. It was as clear as night and day. Two completely different groups. Completely different compared to how it was at home. Girls did not talk too much with boys. They dressed differently, acted differently. Even played with completely different things. Converging interests did happen once in a while, but were few in between. The grown-ups also pushed the kids towards those of the same gender. Leaving a clear line between the two groups. As the years went on, I had been assimilated into the boys group. And my sister the same for hers. Our interests started to diverge, and so did our lives. Boys and girls. Completely different.
2 decades after kindergarten, I believed I became a man in the truest sense. I was strong, charismatic and decisive. A man of action. Trying to achieve his own masculine ideal. Despite what many would say, I was not having a good time. I like going to the gym, I really do. Exercising and all that stuff. But the more I watched myself in the mirror, the more despondent I became. Like what I did was wrong. But how could it be wrong. How could a man trying to be a man be wrong? Every time I looked at the other gender, I could see the clear difference. How different they were from me. And as I looked at them, my heart would ache like a motherfucker. Like someone was punching my soul. To the point that I was never able to get into a single relationship. Because it hurt. Every glance I gave them hurt. From somewhere I never knew. Can you believe it took me more than 20 years of my life to realize something was wrong? Because something was very wrong with me. I eventually realized the part of me that played with my sister was still there. Like a mirrored version of myself. Another me. Not only that, but that part of me was getting stronger with each passing day. Like a voice crying out for help. Screaming in a desperate attempt to reach someone, anyone. But I ignored it. Because I was a man. I had to stay strong. For myself and for others. A little extra mental load wouldn’t stop me. This continued on for some long years. Too many years, in fact. When I think back on it, the more I heard the voice, the more masculine I tried to become. Trying to push my physical body towards it’s limits. Maybe to overcompensate for something? One year however, I became fed up with it all. The voice was so loud I could barely concentrate on anything. Waking up with headaches, Daydreaming, diverging thoughts, etc. At some point, I even struggled to speak properly. Like two people trying to speak from the same mouth. I was becoming retarded! And it was my breaking point. Fuck education! Fuck money! Fuck life! All be damned! I decided to start exploring myself. Finding out who I really was. No job, no school and no apartment. Living with relatives and free of distractions. Just to find “me”.
I tried many things. Meditation, cooking, mountain climbing, swimming, tennis, boxing, judo, downhill, skiing, archery, you name it. Even just doing nothing. But nothing helped. Not until my sister came for a visit. She came in through the door with a massive smile on her face. She had finally mastered the intricate art of skincare. Something she had been chasing for many years. Greeting everyone happily, she went on her way to prepare her stay for the weekend. But I just stood in a corner of the doorway. Frozen like ice. Perplexed, staring blankly at the recently closed door. The voice had stopped its crying. Why? Why would it stop after all this time? After all these years? I had seen my sister so many times before. But now was the day it stopped. What changed? Before I could think more on the matter, my body moved by itself. Faster than I could ever do consciously, up the spiral stairs, and straight to her room. Before I even had the chance to think of anything to say. “Can you teach me?” I let out. “Can you teach me skincare?” I repeated. To my surprise, she was happy to oblige. After unpacking the essentials, she pushed me into the bathroom, grabbed a chair, and gave me a huge lecture. The whole package. Telling me all she’s learned over the years. She may have been spewing out a lot more words that I could handle. But at the time, I was just happy to listen. For the first time since I can remember, I “played” with my sister.
When I went to bed that night, I had a dream. Maybe calling it a dream would undermine it’s significance. It was so vivid it could not be a mere dream. Maybe a vision? A humanoid shadow laid down on an endless black sea. A scrawny kind. Slowly disintegrating into the eternal blackness of the water. Laying there for what one could only believe to be an eternity. Eventually, a “door” materialized not far from the creature. A door so bright it could be described as the source of all light. The whitest white. From there, someone dressed in an impeccable white robe emerged from the endless white. It moved slowly and gracefully towards the poor thing. As the robed figured moved, the scenery changed behind. Strong light emerging from the footprints. Making the silhouette more vivid with every passing second. Eventually, the contours of the face became clear. A beauty. But something felt odd about this person. I had never even seen her before, but she felt familiar. Almost too familiar. As she came about a meter’s distance away from the amalgamation, she knelt down. Stretching out her right hand and uttering the word “COME”, in the most beautiful tone of voice imaginable. As the word was spoken, the disintegration stopped. The humanoid raised itself with all its might, but could only raise itself as far as the knees. Taking the woman’s hand, it finally stood up. Moving towards the door’s entrance. They walked slowly. To give the creature a chance to gain its footing? Nay, it was something more. With intent. Something changed with every step made. The dark ghost-like body became more solid, more human. Showing clearer contours as the body became brighter and brighter. As they reached the entrance, both of them stopped abruptly. If you could see them from the back at that moment, you would see two very similar figures. One woman and one very similar. But in a malleable form. The woman let go of the hand and gently nudged the other thorough the door. As all this unfolded, the sea of black began evaporating. Giving birth to many clouds. And as the woman walked back through the door, the sea of black quickly evaporated into nothingness. All that remained was a sea of clouds.
After that day, the voice became completely silent. The other me was nowhere to be found. However, I had changed. It felt like walking back on the path I had been following all my life. Suddenly arriving at an intersection and following that path instead. Like all the weight on the shoulders have evaporated. Maybe even hopping over to a different dimension. Because everything was too different. How this happened in one night, is something I find incomprehensible. Is this what people call awakening? Maybe enlightenment? Because everything I did after that day did not feel real. Every action I made pushed me towards becoming more “me”. As if I was walking this new path without ever stopping. If you could put my happiness on a chart, you would see it shoot off the top of the paper after that day. You could say that everyone walks a path in life. However, I believe not many can say they walk their own. A path where you can decide the environment, choosing whether you’ll walk the path of heaven or hell. I’ll admit, where this path will lead me to, I do not know. But thanks to this path, I’ve come to enjoy life more than I could ever imagine. The more I explore myself, the more I come to enjoy life. And as I explored, I found out the path I was walking on leaned towards the feminine. The opposite of what I was chasing for so long. Was it because I fused with my other self? Or was It blind intuition? Maybe both? As I was researching ways to become more feminine, I stumbled upon NBE’s, which quickly led me to Breast Nexum. Where I became the current me. The BO addict. I do wonder sometimes though. If I didn’t have a sister or had started kindergarten earlier, would I still be the one I am today? Would I be a more traditional boy? Grow up to be a normal man? Would I have avoided playing with my sister? And would this other version of me still exist? No matter what hypothesis I come up with, I can’t find an answer. But maybe that’s for the better.
Regiment Update
I’ve been experimenting with different dosages and cycling lot lately. Going all the way up to 12 capsules a day, and cycling on and off BO with different intervals. When I went up from 8 to 12 capsules a day, I decided to do an increase of 2 capsules each week, i.e., 2 cap increase for two weeks. When the two weeks were up, I ended up staying at 12 a day for around a month before going back down to 8 again. After combining this short experiment with some other small ones, I believe I found something quite interesting.
Firstly, I believe BO has the strongest effect during the transition (both increase and decrease in dosage) from different dosages. At least for me. When I went from 8 to 12 capsules, it was not just the usual mood changes; chest pain, hip pain, etc. It was an indescribable experience. There’s no other way to describe it than pure bliss. However, this did not last very long. After my body had taken 12 caps a day for about a week, it started to wear off. And quickly too.
This is where the second point comes in. Every time I consistently stay at any dosage, the effects seem to wear of after about a week. Even staying one whole month on 12 capsules could not even come close to any of my transitioning periods. When I think back on it, I might have felt more changes when I went from 4 to 8 caps a day than when I was on 12. Interestingly enough, I could also feel a lot more happening to my body when I went down from 12 to 8 caps.
So, in short, BO seems to be most effective any time you are going up or down in dosages. Why? I have no Idea myself. Maybe I’m just some odd outlier. I should probably send an inquiry to Lotus to get this mystery resolved. Anyway, thanks to this, I have now made some Interesting changes to my regimen. To maximize this transitioning effect, I now cycle on and off BO. Two weeks on and one week off. Which seem to have considerably boosted my progress.
Previous regimen (from the 8 month update):
1 cap (10mg) BIOPERINE
1 cap (80mg) Pituary Glandular
3 caps (750mg) Ovarian Glandular
1 cup (2dl and 10g) Green tea
1 cap (150mg ovarian, 150mg uterus, 50mg heart, 50mg kidney, 50mg liver) Multi Glandular for Women
2x daily
Current regimen:
1 cap (10mg) BIOPERINE
1 cap (80mg) Pituary Glandular
4 caps (1000mg) Ovarian Glandular
1 cup (2dl and 10g) Green tea
1 cap (150mg ovarian, 150mg uterus, 50mg heart, 50mg kidney, 50mg liver) Multi Glandular for Women
2x daily two weeks on and one week of
Wild yam cream every other day (20mg) Bio-identical Progesterone
I have also gotten completely rid of all unhealthy foods. No seed oils and no sugar. Mostly eating just vegetables and meat.
Results
I really hoped my pictures will do the results any justice. Because just as I would like to show an amazing transformation, reality hits you like a truck. It would be amazing to just post a picture of me with gigantic boobs or something, but that’s not the case at all. Some say that flat is justice. And I think I might join this group in the future, unless something drastic happens. It’s a bit odd to talk about how you have barely gotten any breast growth on the breast growth forum. But at least I have something to mention from my 16 months of growing. Among other things, I’ve also been a lot better at keeping up the right body temperature this winter. I struggled a bit on this one, since -20°C could barely even make me flinch before. But now? I’ll need at least 2 jackets to keep me from freezing to death. So I had to make that little shopping trip to make it bearable.
Now, if you give a D-cup the value of 100%, then my breast growth should now be at around 10%. Whereas eight months ago, it would maybe be at around 4%. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work. They are also a LOT more sensitive now. To the point where not wearing a bra would not be the wisest of decisions.
My mind has experienced the biggest change of them all. I don’t know if I can contribute my current self to BO, but my “spiritual” awareness is through the roof. Everything is amazing. Life is good. So good, in fact, that if I had to spend the rest of my life as myself from 4 years ago, I’d kill myself without even giving it a second thought. The best way I can describe how good I feel is if you were to constantly have the feeling you get after learning a new skill. After solving a hard puzzle. Or maybe constantly having sex. Whatever suits you best. But this feeling comes from the world itself. From everything around me. It makes any negative experience feel like nothing. Like a drop of oil in the open sea.
Another one is how sensitive I’ve become towards others emotions. When women say that men are blockheads, they really mean it. No man can even come close to this metaphysical sensitivity that women have. I may not know how good I am compared to other women, but compared to other men, I’m leagues above. How do I know this? Because I was the worlds most insensitive blockhead of them all. A true dunce. Not anymore, though.
The last one of the mental changes would be a more female aligned mentality. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this has to be a women thing, right? Although I can still get synced up with other guys, sometimes, people (very often guys) just flips a switch in my brain. I just suddenly feel a barrier being erected around me. And if someone tries to break it open, I become very easily agitated. When the guys do some questionable things, I suddenly turn into a man hater. Although all they did was touch the barrier, somewhere in my mind, I find that unacceptable. For example, a guy I have known for a very long time have suddenly started to slap my ass every once in a while. He might have been doing it for a while, and I might just have started taking notice of it recently. But when he does it, I become completely speechless. Unending hatred seeps from who knows where and makes me want to cut him into a million pieces, burn him on a stake or execute him on the guillotine. I don’t know if I’m just going crazy or not, but this primordial anger is really something. Another time, I was touched from the back while making food in something I would call an over the top manner. I think it was just a silly joke or something, but suddenly, this anger just burst out. Why? Why does this make me so angry?
And now, another big one. The “cycle”.
I felt really sorry for myself when I have to suffer through 4 months of pollen allergies every year. But this, this is on another level. The sudden mood swings can hit you like a truck or it can hit you like the AN602. One day you feel completely fine. Another day, you get angry from people just wanting to have a civil conversation. Even being sleepy for the entire day no matter what you do. And later in the night, you find yourself curled up next to the trash can. Because you don’t know if you’ll be throwing up or not. Feeling like someone is cutting up the insides of your stomach, and then you fall back asleep from exhaustion. Experiencing all this amazes me to no end. How the hell do men know so little about all this? It should be mandatory to teach this to kids. I always wondered how my sister could have such drastic change in personality. At some point, I thought she was bipolar or something. But I have come to learn my lesson.
You guys just have to trust me on this one. I won’t be showing my face on the internet, but trust me. My face has changed a HUGE amount since I started BO. It is probably my second biggest change since I started BO. I didn’t pay it much attention during the first few months, but it’s become more apparent by the day. If we go back 4 years, I would be bold enough to call myself “the guy she tells you not to worry about”. Not anymore. Muscle mass has decreased by about 60% all over my body. And to my surprise, my neck. Before, with the right facial expression, I would look like I’ve been to prison at least once. Now is a completely different story. With longer hair and all that stuff, I can at least say I look feminine. I even got the puffed up cheeks! Totally sells the look! If I were to use some proper makeup, I would almost guarantee passing as female. Describing it in another way:
Before: Run! It’s a guy!
Now: Is that a girl?
Makeup: That’s a girl.
At least this is what I believe to be the case. Because whenever I visit a new place and meet new people, they always seem surprised. The kids have started to call me a girl too. Which seems surprising, considering their brutal honesty. I even got a little story from work.
I was cleaning an old office after we moved out, when a man working from the end of the hallway greeted me. Started some small talk. I, as any person would do, politely answered his inquiry. However, he did not seem pleased. As soon as I turned towards his face, all you could see was pure displeasure and anger. He just looked at me without saying anything back. Just stared for a while before walking away. And I stood there in complete silence. Dumbfounded. Because I have NEVER, and I mean NEVER had this experience before. Like someone just had a stroke and forgot everything that just happened. It was surreal. At least it was to me. But idk. Maybe I’m just over-inflating my own ego.
I cant say too much about the body due to all the muscle I lost. Especially since going from looking like a dorito to a cheese stick is already enough of a transformation for me. All I can say with 100% certainty is that something along the top of the femur has become bigger. Something else may have happened, but I haven’t been able to notice it yet. Maybe the neck. Maybe the greater trochanter. Maybe even the pelvis itself. I do not know. But thanks to this growth, my hips appear a bit wider than they were before. Like if the cheese stick has a little more girth at the bottom. My shoulders also appear a lot more delicate than before. Maybe something happened here as well, but that’ll be hard to find out. I just believe my deltoids have shrunk a lot thanks to my lowered exercise schedule.
I also recently started to notice a change in my body odor. Not too much to say here. Just that I went from smelling like badly flavored water to an acidic garden.
This one may not be much of a natural result, but is something I want to mention anyway. I have been trying out IPL on different parts of my body for a few months now. I must say, it has worked wonders on my beard. Not that I had much from the start, but anyway, I have lost about 70% of it as of now. Which is a commendable result if you ask me. I didn’t even believe much in it when I first bought it. But if it works, it works. I have also tried it on one of my legs and crotch area. Interestingly enough, I wouldn’t really recommend at home IPL for the legs. At least that is my experience. I Just shaved both legs. One leg experienced pulse light once every other day for 2 weeks. The result? More hair growth on the leg that was subjected to IPL. The follicles started to grow 2 or sometimes even 3 hairs. Which makes it appear a lot more hairy. Although the color do appear to have a much higher value.
That just about wraps it up. I’ll be posting the progress pictures on the timeline for anyone interested.
https://www.breastnexum.com/showthread.php?tid=32009&pid=239476#pid239476
If you have any questions, then try to keep as few as possible in the timeline thread. As I would like it to stay as clean as possible for future updates and for readers. However, feel free to bombard me or this thread with as many questions as you like.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⢾⣷⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠴⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠾⣆⣹⡦⠤⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠒⠒⠦⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠔⠒⠚⠩⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡀⠀⠀⢀⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⢶⣶⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⣡⣤⠤⢶⡦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡿⠋⠀⢀⣿⣿⣧⠀⣼⣿⡇⠀⠀⠉⠻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣖⠾⠟⠋⣸⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⠈⠛⠿⣷⣶⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠿⠿⡽⠋⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡟⠀⣿⠉⠀⠀⠈⢿⡻⣿⠿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣀⣀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣹⣿⠁⠀⢿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠁⣈⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠣⢄⡀⠉⠉⡉⢉⣉⡉⠤⠃⠀⠀⠘⠌⣉⣉⠉⠉⠉⠉⣉⡡⠼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
