Probably a “Well, duh!” statement considering, at least as far as my male biology bits go, I’m heterosexual. But I have indeed thought about boobs.
As in having them installed on myself.
I would get something like a small B cup or something like that—small and perky and making my clothes fit right. It would be a bold step, too: there’d be no hiding that out in public, no more being able to code shift on demand. Nope—part of me would very much be femme.
I won’t do it, if for no other reason than the idea of surgery terrifies me. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it, thought about it. And more than as just a passing thought.