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Oh the joy of displaying your crossdressed self on a public walk. Knowing that your bra and the breasts it holds is stretching your sweater tight. Throw your shoulders back as stick your chest out a bit more. Fondle your breast a bit. Lovely! How do I know? My first time dressed in public was an a gray chilly day, walking around a lake. I was nervous, scared even, and so so joyful when I resized I had done it.
