Maddening, ain’t it?!
I didn’t grow my breasts until I was 49, having spent the previous years as a ‘man’. Yet, despite all that time socialised as a male, when my ‘man boobs’ started to firm up as the underlying structure changed and became noticeably female breasts I found myself covering up. At night, despite having slept naked for the previous 40 years, I started wearing camisoles etc. Now a small part of this was sparing my wife who was struggling with my gender, but a much bigger part was a sense that I should cover up. WTaF?!
Onward and upward, sister.