I have never had proper bosoms, except for when I had the boys. I well remember the first time, I rolled over in my hospital bed, went to fling my arm over my chest, and it stopped short of where it usually came to rest.
I was as if the boob fairy had been in the night!
I was out of that bed and into the bathroom in a flash, nightie off and in front of the mirror. They really suited me, I was sooo chuffed! ok, so the mirror only showed my reflection from the waist up, which meant that I could temporarily ignore the fact that my stomach resembled nothing so much as sort of half risen bread dough (you know, the way it does a couple of days after you've had a baby.) but for the first time ever I felt in proportion. Ah, the memory!
For years now I have been wearing gel bras, the only way I can make any sort of protruberance in upper body garments.
Dh mark2 and I have been together now for 10 years, but I still remember the first time I disrobed in front of him. I took my bra off and my tits went with it. He managed to hide any disappointment that he may have felt, bless him.