It seems that we are all in different positions over our relationships with our wives. I should say that my wife is very feisty and 15 inches shorter than me. We first met because she beat me out for the first job (other than summer jobs) I was competing for, and it was only because of an unexpected second vacancy that I got taken on by the same firm a short time later. My wife to be already had significant previous experience which I didn't, while I at that time also had a speech impediment (probably a result of my GID). It was a very old-fashioned firm that had never previously hired a woman in a professional capacity. She got a room to herself, while I was put in the corner of the room of one of the senior partners, but I was paid more.
I was required to take my coffee breaks out of the partner's room, in practice in my wife-to-be's room, where I learned an immense amount about the job and fell hopelessly in love. Hopeless because my brain told me I needed to be the pursued rather than the pursuer and there was no way I could bring myself to make any kind of advance to her. Eventually she found ways around this, but that is another story and even more OT. I should say that neither of us was a lawyer, but I later ended up a partner in a multidisciplinary partnership (a way for a law firm to bring in specialists in other professions) and my wife(by then) had various contracts with large law firms.
Such firms seem to have in common that they believe that the laws of contract don't apply to them, a problem that she was quite prepared to tackle head on where necessary. The managing partner of one firm told my wife that she 'was not a team player' i.e. she didn't go along with his proposals, but it got back to us later he described her to colleagues as 'one tough lady'.
So this tough lady knows about my breast growth and that I am taking things to encourage it, but uncharacteristically she seems somehow to slide away from my attempts to discuss my gender issues (this tends to be her way when she feels that I'm being unduly obsessive about something, but may be discomfort). Certainly she reckoned that I might have embarrassed our Nurse Practitioner when I touched on the subject at our last appointment. It doesn't stop her playing with my breasts in bed (sometimes rather roughly) but I don't feel that it's something with which she is really comfortable. Since she has always insisted that she has no lesbian tendencies, that could be the reason. The very fact that I was able to bring up the issue with the NP speaks to the mental effects on me of PM (surely it could not just be low testosterone).