Looking in the mirror, you still feel odd with the image before you. A male body type everywhere but with feminine DD breasts. You lift them up, careful to not arouse yourself again, and feel the weight of the soft flesh in your fingers. The more you look and feel them, the more your brain normalizes the idea of having them. You reach for the new push-up bra and immediately feel the difference from the one before. What was once a bra built for comfort and support, this new one did exactly what its name implies.
You look down and then to the mirror and see an immense amount of cleavage. While you had a fair amount before, this was borderline absurd. You put the lowcut blue vneck on and found no real difference. The shirt clung to you and fit your form almost perfectly, and strangely enough the whole ensemble reduced sway by quite a bit (jiggle had become more pronounced, though).
You quickly change back and go to checkout, grabbing a few more sexy shirts on the way.
The dude at the check out was a smidge shorter then you, with a form fitting shirt as well but only B cups to show for it.
"Did you find everything you needed today, sir?"
"I did, I wanted a new bra to surprise my girlfriend later" you said, heafting up your boobs, " I wanted to show these guys off"
"Yeah man, I just got one the other day, a really sweet black and red one. I'm surprised you found one like this in your size. DD's aren't that common in guys sizes. It's a good thing we carry plus sizes or your tits would be outta luck."
"That's why I come here" you lied, "sometimes when I'm desperate I get chicks's bras. My girlfriend gets a kick out of it, but hey, it's underwear right."
"You know it, man. Have a nice day" he hands you a bag and you walk out."