Man with Breasts At The Emergency Room

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a high fever of 103 degrees, which is a tad high for an adult. At my wife’s insistence, she is a nurse, I called my health care provider and the nurse on call – said I should get checked out. This was around midnight on a Saturday which meant I was going to have to go the emergency room…

Knowing I was going to be examined I did not wear a bra and wore a loose shirt. Eventually though I would end up wearing a hospital gown.

The timing was good upon our arrival, and my wife and I were quickly shown to an examination room,, where I lay down on a typical examination table. As part of my care, a female nurse placed several monitoring electrodes on the front of my body. It should be noted that when I am flat on my back my breasts flatten out and are not so noticeable, if you are not expecting to see them – so I doubt that the female nurse thought I was anything unusual.

So now I was being monitored for my heart rate, blood oxygen level and blood pressure. I was also hooked up to an IV for dehydration. Blood was drawn as well for tests and a urine sample was taken, to see if they could identify an infection.

As we were waiting for the doctor to arrive, a male nurse or technician came in to scan my heart and take a EEG (heart system check-up). This meant more electrodes being attached to my upper chest.

As the male nurse placed an electrode on or near my right breast, something strange happened. As he began to move his hand to place another electrode elsewhere – his hand did a kind of double take and went back and squeezed my right breast. Then he got over his lapse and continued with the procedure.

Intellectually, I am certain that the male nurse thought he was dealing with a normal male patient – not with a man with breasts. So that his momentary groping, was an involuntary reaction to finding a breast where he did not expect it. There was no intent to take advantage of me…

Emotionally though, I felt violated, that I had been touched or groped inappropriately.

This was a completely visceral or bodily reaction. I have not been trained from my youth to protect my body as many women are. I do not think I had any cultural reason to have this reaction. Instead my emotional response to this man’s touching my breast, took me completely by surprise, I have never felt this kind of sense of violation before.

I think this bodily reaction is programmed into my breasts – to know when they are being touched correctly and when they are not. And this feeling of violation, of being fondled incorrectly, was not a momentary one, it stayed with me for a couple of days.

This is one of many incidents where I have experienced new sensations or new reactions that never happened before I grew breasts. I truly believe that my breasts have given my another way to feel or experience the world. What a gift…

By the way, I was alright – nothing medically troubling was found. My fever went away and I returned to my normal blood pressure and temperature, etc.

Spousal Teasing and Male Breast Enlargement

The other day, my wife came up to me and asked the following question:

“What do Sir Isaac Newton and Breasts have in common?”

I shook my head in bewilderment and she answered,

“Gravity.”

One of the wonderful things about growing breasts as a married man, is that a whole new field of spousal teasing and humor has opened up between my wife and I.

I can point out that mine are perkier than hers – since they are only three years old or so, while she has had her breasts for, well, many years. Of course, hers are larger than mine…

So now we have this secret area to explore and share, and it does not just rest in the area of spousal teasing. My new breasts contain a wisdom or knowledge of their own. The sensations and physical changes have given me another way to understand my wife as a woman. There is information in the new pleasures as well as the soreness that sometimes my breasts have. I also think that somehow having breasts invokes within me some deeper, more nurturing sense of being…

It is too bad that all men do not experience having breasts – relationships with their partners would be better and I think the world would thus be a better place.

Nonetheless, sharing this common anatomy with my wife has enhanced our relationship and made it more fun. Good natured spousal teasing leads to lots of laughter…

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Men Aren’t Men, Women Aren’t Women

I recently came across the following poem:

You should ask me,
    Me, me, me
Because I know-
I used to live
    On the Eastern Shore.
Men aren’t men,
And women aren’t women,
And people aren’t people any more.

You will find this short stanza in a Science Fiction story entitled “The Dead Lady of Clown Town” by Cordwainer Smith. The basic theme behind the story is that animals, genetically altered to look and act as humans – are indeed human and that everyone is more than that…

It just reminded me, about one of the things that men who are growing breasts are doing. We are taking all of humanity towards another, greater ideal of freedom. That you and I, that all men, and all women, have the right to our bodies – to decide what we should look like and who we really are.

Society continues to learn that everyone of us has equal right regardless of our personal gender, but it is slow learning for so many of our neighbors around the globe.

As an adult, if growing breasts or making other changes is the right thing for you to do, then go for it. I think that such makes us more human and is helping us reach our greater potential. And this will ultimately be the best for all our future.

Still, we live in a world where part of our local communities and part of whole sections of the world – scorn differences and dictate a narrow vision of who we can be. But we are a part of tide of great change of possibility…

I say, that if you are growing breasts or want to, that you are not alone. Be brave, be careful and be yourself. Hurray for men with breasts!