I glanced at the window in an adjacent room while working in the kitchen a moment ago and with sun streaming into the window next to me, my reflection appeared in the other window. I was drawn to the appearance of my breasts filling out the front of the knit cotton shirt I'm wearing. They are real and not insubstantial. How the hell did this happen? The brassiere I'm wearing puts everything in order and creates quite a remarkable presentation. Of course, since I live alone, I'm the only one who appreciates the situation... which I do. Amazing.
My bra obsession is a bit diminished at the moment simply because I've found a couple of styles that work really well for me. Now I'll do a bit of browsing but buying hasn't been happening of late. Unlike some men here, I've not gone for a fitting and am not investing in expensive brassieres. E-Bay is working for me thus far.