These Boobs are UV Noobs.
I was a strange kid.
I know this because a lot of people told me I was a strange kid.
One of the less strange but still strange traits I carried was I really liked clothing.
Not in a “liked fashion” kind of way, more in a “wear a lot of clothing” kind of way. I had a bit of a view that clothing offered some level of protection.
I felt safe in lots of clothing.
Clothes were my armor that kept me safe and unseen.
Similarly I was a strange adult in my pre-transition days.
Again, a lot of people did remark on the strangeness. The “lots of clothing” thing stayed with me and added to the strangeness. Between the ages of 12 and 40, I would only wear short pants under very specific and demanding circumstances.
It was so bad that I even went river rafting in jeans, because I didn’t wear shorts.
The beach was my nemesis.
Jeans, socks, sneakers and sand!
And then in 2017 I came out, hit the ‘mones in 2019 and well you know the rest.
Unlike most trans femmes though, I didn’t dive into an ultra femme wardrobe. I just stuck with jeans, t-shirts and sneakers for the most part.
That was until 2022, I wore a skirt to a work function, and then I bought a dress or six.
Since then my wardrobe has been in a slowly evolving state of both becoming more femme and less “body armor”.
Not only do I wear dresses and skirts more than trousers, but my clothing has gone from hiding my form to being something I use to compliment and highlight my body.
Something has changed in the way I view my body and my wardrobe is reflecting this change. My armor had started to become a burden and I was beginning to lose the need for it.
And then a few weeks ago, some friends of mine invited me to a beach day with them. I took them up on the offer and pulled some shorts and a t-shirt over my bikini and headed to the beach.
I live in Scandinavia, yes we do have warm sandy beaches, and unlike America or the UK, nudity is normal on those beaches. There is no law, either social or legal, against nudity in parks or on beaches in my home country. As long as you are not making a sexual show of yourself, there is no prohibition of nudity.
When I got to the beach I stripped down to my bikini and chilled out in the sun with my friends, like anyone else.
Wearing nothing more than a bikini top and bottom was a massive step.
Lying there in the sun, sipping a drink over some friendly conversation with more skin showing than I have shown since junior school was liberating. Gone was the terror that someone may see me, I simply didn’t care if anyone looked at me.
At some point my friends went down to the water as they wanted to do some stand up paddleboarding and I was left alone in the sun. Looking around I noted that approximately half the women on the beach were topless and decided that I can be topless as well.
So I stripped off the bikini top and lay in the glorious sun. As I lay there soaking in the sun, I felt completely at ease. I wasn’t worried people would look, in fact I didn’t care if they looked. I didn’t care if they thought my boobs or bareness were beautiful or ugly. I didn’t care if they saw my nipple piercings and thought I was a kinkster.
My only concern was if nipples were more prone to sunburn than regular skin.
It’s taken me almost forty years and growing boobs before I am once again comfortable enough in myself to be topless in public.
I don’t need the armor anymore.
