I am shit at planning, but I hate being unprepared all the same

So naturally, even though I still need more time to figure it all out, and I'm by far not sure enough that I actually want it, my mind started drifting towards hrt.
The implications it might have, what that would mean for my body and so on. I came to the annoyingly unsatisfying conclusion that I'm uncomfortable with what might happen, uh... down there.

To clear my mind, I searxed for tshirt + skirt outfits, and realized the shirt I was wearing is large enough to be tied up. So I did that and there I am, wearing a cropped-looking tshirt and being annoyed that 80% of my bodyfat sits on my belly.
I shrugged, with that look of a parent who knows damn well what their kid is trying to do won't work, and stood in front of the mirror.

Critically examining my tshirt, I came to the obvious conclusion that there's enough loose fabric to house more. So I gently pulled said fabric away from my chest, and for a split second, it looked like I had boobs.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I had the biggest smile on my face.

But, do I want actual, home-grown boobs with everything that comes with it? Or do I just want to look like I have boobs?

Maybe we'll find out on the next episode of Nathalie explores her body

Wait no, that sounds wrong