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For most of my life, I'd never given a lot of thought to the contents of my bra.I suppose I am on the small side of normal – I am a 36A, but might go up to a 36B depending on the manufacturer. – because Trinny and Susannah have been going on about them in their show Undress The Nation.While I've never been one of those completely flat-chested girls who can run around all day wearing a vest and no bra, my breasts are not my defining feature. Well, like it or not, this past week they were - in the name of journalistic investigation. Like everyone else, I was intrigued to see in the papers a few days ago pictures of skinny Trinny wearing a pair of specially made 32D prosthetic breasts to see what all the fuss is about - and how people would react to her as a top-heavy woman. The man who created my awesome breasts is Paul Boyce, a prosthetic and TV special effects expert.
Men made eye contact frequently, but having detected a flicker of attention from me they could only stare at my breasts.
Throughout the first day, doors opened to me that I hadn't even realised existed, let alone that they were closed to me.
The age of chivalry – long dead, I'd always thought – was suddenly resurrected. Now that I was in possession of a 'proper' pair, my male friends were only too happy to enlighten me as to why they find large breasts so fascinating.
When this had dried, he then sculpted a fibreglass resin mould over the top, and injected prosthetic silicone between the mould and the cast. My dress – which I'd always clinched in with a belt, so voluminous was the top – was properly filled out for the first time, and the belt suddenly made me look like Dolly Parton. The outfit called for heels in a way that it never had before. I have had those sensations once before about seven years ago, when I was 24, and I had a momentary, but startling, insight into what it might be like to be born with very, very large breasts, and to find yourself unable to have a conversation with a man without his eyes drifting downwards. I was in hospital, having given birth to my son hours before and one of my first visitors after the birth was my best male friend.
The result was startling: a pair of perfect 36DD silicone breasts that fitted from my collarbone to just above my stomach, and which had to be reapplied every day. I put some on, and, well, strutted around the bedroom, admiring my new breasts and new profile. He's someone I've known all my life, and I am as close to him as my closest girlfriend.