16-10-2015, 06:06 PM
Have been mulling the last week ?
Obviously we all here have some degree of GID, what it is and trying to label it is a difficult process, but the question in my mind is
Do we feed her or starve her ?
There was me after my last attempt at breast growth where I had a WTF moment at I believe 7 months , cannot be exact as had a major purge, ie all my data files were deleted, small fortune in bras went in the furnace, all my photos deleted and even deleted most of the beautiful girls here,
I successfully ignored the girl within for almost 2 years, not a flicker, not a pang , zip nothing, when an email came in from a forum it was do not open , ignore, ignore, forget. Even the wife said you had zip mentioned about her, not even a flicker. I could look at a pair of panties and just go um yeah and ?
She was dead or not there, or so it seemed,
Then we had a ticket to the Rocky Horror show, and the wife said lets go, and you can dress, ah right ?.
Weeks before she asked are you going to dress and my mumbled response was well, um yes , maybe but you know she will get all excited,
YES SHE DID , about 4 weeks prior I noticed the switch to ambidex hand usage or even full left hand, I also leaned to the left, that’s always a sign she is waking up, then the dull aches in my very much reduced breasts started and they started to swell a little all on their own, she was back , here again and this time a little more determined.
So one week prior to the show after getting very excited and full of frission at her new outfit, she reached for the PM again,
Sat at the show in full dress, first time out in public , she was at home , watching her toes wiggle in stockings, and actually knowing she was growing breasts was an OMG this is good moment, calm and happy.
Then she went almost desperate for breasts, praying at night to have some beautifully formed mounds, then the pm started calming the frission, and the pendlumn became more neutral , then the can I hide them, am I doing the right thing, Im a MAN, then yes Im a man who is different, unusual , ha s a gift started, then the wife said must get you a better wig if were going out again, omg she was leaping up and down with joy. We all know the cycle.
So my question is ?
Just what do we do with the GIRL inside, do we ignore and starve her ?
Do we let her out to play ?
Does she get worse if let out to play or does she get worse if ignored then breaks out all guns and bras blazing ?
Do we feed her herbs/hormones to sedate her, or does she grow when she has those female appendages ?
It’s a very difficult conundrum, I have the best wife in the world who actually is fully ok and has no problem with me growing boobs, whether when they develop into real boobs she may throw the brakes on , not sure , she says not, ?
Still we travel on this path with trepidation, excitement, curiosity , even wonder as to how a few small capsules can sprout these very silky attractive mounds from my chest , certainly a damn sight faster than the times before.
Onwards , forwards, watch I don’t trip on those damn heels next time,
Julie
Obviously we all here have some degree of GID, what it is and trying to label it is a difficult process, but the question in my mind is
Do we feed her or starve her ?
There was me after my last attempt at breast growth where I had a WTF moment at I believe 7 months , cannot be exact as had a major purge, ie all my data files were deleted, small fortune in bras went in the furnace, all my photos deleted and even deleted most of the beautiful girls here,
I successfully ignored the girl within for almost 2 years, not a flicker, not a pang , zip nothing, when an email came in from a forum it was do not open , ignore, ignore, forget. Even the wife said you had zip mentioned about her, not even a flicker. I could look at a pair of panties and just go um yeah and ?
She was dead or not there, or so it seemed,
Then we had a ticket to the Rocky Horror show, and the wife said lets go, and you can dress, ah right ?.
Weeks before she asked are you going to dress and my mumbled response was well, um yes , maybe but you know she will get all excited,
YES SHE DID , about 4 weeks prior I noticed the switch to ambidex hand usage or even full left hand, I also leaned to the left, that’s always a sign she is waking up, then the dull aches in my very much reduced breasts started and they started to swell a little all on their own, she was back , here again and this time a little more determined.
So one week prior to the show after getting very excited and full of frission at her new outfit, she reached for the PM again,
Sat at the show in full dress, first time out in public , she was at home , watching her toes wiggle in stockings, and actually knowing she was growing breasts was an OMG this is good moment, calm and happy.
Then she went almost desperate for breasts, praying at night to have some beautifully formed mounds, then the pm started calming the frission, and the pendlumn became more neutral , then the can I hide them, am I doing the right thing, Im a MAN, then yes Im a man who is different, unusual , ha s a gift started, then the wife said must get you a better wig if were going out again, omg she was leaping up and down with joy. We all know the cycle.
So my question is ?
Just what do we do with the GIRL inside, do we ignore and starve her ?
Do we let her out to play ?
Does she get worse if let out to play or does she get worse if ignored then breaks out all guns and bras blazing ?
Do we feed her herbs/hormones to sedate her, or does she grow when she has those female appendages ?
It’s a very difficult conundrum, I have the best wife in the world who actually is fully ok and has no problem with me growing boobs, whether when they develop into real boobs she may throw the brakes on , not sure , she says not, ?
Still we travel on this path with trepidation, excitement, curiosity , even wonder as to how a few small capsules can sprout these very silky attractive mounds from my chest , certainly a damn sight faster than the times before.
Onwards , forwards, watch I don’t trip on those damn heels next time,
Julie