#Post-surgical garment

[curekaproducts]

Tynor Medical Compression Stockings upto the length of mid thigh provides graduated compression, which is strongest at the ankle and gradually decreases as we move up, and compression stockings have high-quality, high-denier yarns used that are dermophilic, impart strength, durability, excellent aesthetics, and a long functional life.

[bonyfish]

who wants to see Radish in his special outfit for bad boys who eat entire ribbons

I like how his head looks like a little mushroom where his fur puffs out above his collar.

[toyourliking]

Surgery Date: 10th 24th of November 2023 (delayed 😑)

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The quote I've received states the price will be somewhere between $9900 and $11900. My surgeon informed me the price may be on the higher end as my chest is quite large.

I'm unemployed and uninsured so I could really use the help.

Cost breakdown is included below 🥰

Approximate prices as provided to me by my surgeon's office:

Surgical fee: $6500 (with a rebate of $1300 from Medicare)

Anaesthetist fee: $1000 to $2000

Assistant fee: $500

Hospital stay and theatre fee: $3000 to $4000

2 post-surgical garments: $200

Total cost to be somewhere between $9900 and $11900

[titleleaf]

so many words about historical men's corsetry

(This got way too long to send via Discord -- Dangimace in the Renegade Bindery server asked about men's corset sewing/resource recs so here is my half-assed and non-exhaustive rundown. Most of my historical sewing is focused on fashions of the UK, US, and Europe for the second half of the 18th century and first half of the 19th century, so that bias is reflected here; also disclaimer overall that "menswear"/"womenswear" are socially constructed categories and real people's bodies have always looked a wider variety of ways than fashion and other social forces would dictate. I sew historical garments with enthusiastic disregard for the historical gender binary and I'm barrel-chested, thick-waisted, and narrow-hipped no matter what I'm wearing.)

Onward, lads!

Ok wrt men's corsetry: there's a whole lot of fogginess around how historical men's corsets were constructed for a bunch of annoying reasons but that means there's lots of possibilities to explore in pattern drafting and project planning. Stays and other stiffened body-shaping garments have a whole complex conceptual relationship to the body basically as soon as they start appearing. 16th and 17th century garments do a whole lot of shaping (both compressing and building up) for men and women alike, but things really kick off in the 18th century in terms of the symbolic weight placed on stays and (later) corsets. Whole lot of stuff about gender, social class, race, fatness, morality, etc. getting projected onto these garments. So I'm a little leery about people taking obviously satirical illustrations of fashion-victim dandies or Gross Corpulent Libertines getting laced into corsets as truthful and indicative of the way men were really dressing -- scurrilous gossip and exaggeration are both a pain to sift through if we want to know which men wore corsets, what kind, and why.

In the very late 18th/early 19th century corsets were part of the repertoire for achieving highly fashionable shapes in menswear. (Along with a whole lot of padding.) They weren't mandatory for all dudes, but for fashion-forward dandies and equally fashion-forward military men, male corsets/stays were definitely a thing. The whole Romantic-era pigeon-breasted, narrow-waisted silhouette can be emulated by shapewear worn beneath the clothes, pads in the garments themselves, or both; in addition to waist reduction it helped to maintain smooth visual lines underneath close-fitting garments.

(look at these minxy 1830s dudes and their tiny waists)

As the century goes on the desired menswear silhouette becomes boxier and less fitted, and male corsetry recedes into the background; we start to see patents and advertisements for men's corsetry, so they still seem to have been worn, but there's a lot more language around vigorous manly athleticism and supporting the structures of the body. It can be hard to tell whether a particular piece is intended to be worn primarily for some medical purpose or for its perceived aesthetic benefits. This is giving me such flashbacks to trying to find post-surgical compression garments.

(Side note: there's also a vigorous tradition of fetishist writing about corsetry all through the 19th century, in fairly mainstream channels, which is fascinating. Due to the relatively private and deeply horny nature of fetish tightlacing we don't necessarily know as much about what those same letter-writers may have "really" worn at home, but I hope they were having fun.)

I've seen very few specifically men's corsetry patterns from historical pattern-makers-- not even really big names like Redthreaded. I sewed my 19thc menswear corsets from the men's underbust pattern in Laughing Moon Mercantile #113 which afaik is speculative rather than reproducing a specific historical garment, but it's not too different from the women's late-19th-century underbust patterns in the same pattern pack.

(image credit: LMM)

However, a lot of underbust and waist-cincher patterns from more general historical patternmakers could be made suitable with some minor alterations. Here I'd also rec books like Jill Salen's Corsets: Historical Patterns And Techniques and Norah Waugh's Corsets & Crinolines, though their focus is definitely on womenswear and you need to be relatively comfortable scaling up or drafting from pattern diagrams.

The structural features and desired results for a man's corset are pretty much the same as any other corset (back support, compression in some areas, etc.) even when the desired silhouette is different; commercially-created patterns are drafted with the expectation of certain bodily proportions so like with all corset-sewing it's important to make a mockup for fitting purposes. (I ended up liking one of my mockups so much I finished the process and made it a whole separate corset.) I don't know much about this area but I seem to see a lot more belt-and-buckle closures and criss-crossing straps in corsets designated as being for men -- this might be a byproduct of gendered differences in how people got dressed, but it might be nothing.

There's some weird and wonderful historical examples, both extant and in images -- I appreciated this post at Matsuzake Sewing, "A Brief Discussion Of Men's Stays", and its accompanying roundup of images on Pinterest though the tone wrt historical fetishwear corsets in the blog post is a little snippy. I really want to make a replica of Thomas Chew's 1810s corset (which you can read more about here at the USS Constitution Museum) but it incorporates stretch panels made with a shitload of metal springs and I'm not ready for all the trial and error trying to replicate that.

(image credit: USS Constitution Museum Collections)

There's a pretty rich vein of modern men's corset patterns which seem like they could be easily pattern-hacked for historical costuming purposes, like these with shoulder straps from Corsets By Caroline or DrobeStoreUpcycling's waist cincher which also looks like it could be altered pretty easily to cinch with straps and buckles like some 19thc men's corsetry does. This pattern for a boned chest binder in vest form by KennaSewLastCentury is also really cool but I didn't get a chance to sew it pre-top-surgery. (I think I've also seen someone who made a chest-compressing variation on Regency short stays, but I can't find it now.) 

In general a lot of underbust and waist-cincher patterns should work just fine for silhouette-shaping without much bust/hip emphasis -- my usual resource for free corset patterns (Aranea Black) recently took down all her free patterns but they're definitely still circulating out there. For general fashion purposes the sky is the limit and there are a lot of enthusiastic dudes in corsets out there. This Lucy Corsetry round-up shows a variety of modern corsetiers'  styles designated as being for men or more masculine silhouettes (including a SUPER aspirational brocaded corset with matching waistcoat made by Heavenly Corsets that I'd love to sew a historical spin on) and you can see some commonalities and possibilities for body-shaping.

I can also give some more general corset-sewing resources but I'm very much in the learning process here and I'd love any recs or input from people more experienced in pattern-drafting and corset-sewing.

[ruiniel]

Re your or if bounds explicit post- what about alucard having to drink reader's blood out of necessity and discovering his bite has an aphrodisiac effect? So he goes from starving-near-feral to having to sate other needs 🥴

Love your work, and hope you're having a wonderful day! 💙

Another classic... Since it's the winter solstice, tried to add your prompt into something thematic. Two parts.

The closest warmth

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: M/🔞

Count: 2.3k

Tags & Warnings: aftermath of violence, injury, developing relationship, mutual pining, a pinch of winter solstice magic, unresolved emotional tension, He's just So, Second Person POV, hurt/comfort, blood kink, angst, denial, vampirism, eventual smut, a lot of smut, in part II that's all it is really

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I.

His face is gaunt and his eyes are restless as he looks at you standing in the doorway.  

He’s never been much of a liar, you think, the crumbling facade he tries to keep in place as obvious proof.  

“Please leave.”

You’re still there, a hand on your chest, covering the hot spiral of life within. 

“But you’re hurt.”

“I’m… well aware of that,” Adrian mutters, fumbling with medical supplies, scattering them in the process.

It is useless, since the bounty hunter's blade was coated in an alchemical blend that hinders his fast-healing abilities. You stare at the trickled trail of blood following in his wake, your breath trembling in your lungs. 

He’s long shrugged off his coat, and his gloves lie somewhere on the desk. There is a blooming pattern of blood on his white shirt, right below his ribs. You approach even as he falls into a chair, a needle between his teeth as he undoes his garment, concentrating on cleaning the gash; biting down a hiss.

“Let me,” you say, and when he’d usually scoff and decline, his lashes now tremble as he raises his face to look at you, his hand pressed over the compress to the wound. “Please?”

You kneel beside him without waiting for a reply, “You’ll mend,” you slowly peel away the soaked cloth, rising and finding a bowl to throw it in.

“I… know, I…” your eyes meet as you urge him to change position, and great is your surprise when, for once, Adrian complies with your ask. His face is ashen, and sweat beads on his forehead where silver-gold strands kiss the skin. 

The surgical area provides more items, and swiftly you go and return, bearing other vials and bottles.

He’s taught you some of this, mostly to help yourself—you now wonder at the irony, but commend his foresight. “You needn’t… I can—” Adrian tries, interrupted by a gasp as you apply more pressure to staunch the bleeding. 

“I know you can.” Where is this implausible calm coming from? It seems the lessons haven’t been useless. “But this is faster, isn’t it?” He hasn’t wasted his time on you and a part of you is proud enough to think about it, but not petty enough to bring it up now.

You stare back at him and catch the exhaustion in his eyes, taking root in his composure: he’s turned to sit on the table at your behest, leaning back on his arms. You both escaped with your lives, and the gratitude you feel is only surpassed by the heaviness in your chest because the truth is: it hurts to see his pain. 

But he’s a brave one, the scar crossing his torso a reminder you cannot unsee. The smell of raw flesh and his panting breaths washing over you is more distracting than you’d thought. 

It’s a silent sign of trust, you know, him being here, allowing you to touch him, allowing you to help. Great strides have been made before, despite the wall he still keeps between himself and anyone else with a heart. 

When it’s over and you unwind, the signs of depletion show themselves—he knows it too. His eyes say more than he’s capable of conveying. I’m sorry I’m weak. I’m sorry I needed you. 

And then you’re helping him to his chamber, slowly crawling by the walls in silence, his form stooped and movement sluggish, lacking the speed or elegance you’re used to. 

When he falls into bed, his eyes close, features smoothed by relief. 

Wiping your forehead with your sleeve, you can’t help but feel the same. You sit on the opposite edge of the bed for a moment to catch your breath, to let the reality of this settle. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a gentle shadow on the walls. Silence hangs in the air, broken only by the faint hum of the wind. The scent of disinfectant lingers, as does the sight of his raw flesh. “I’ll come by to check on you.”

There comes no answer, and when you look his way, Adrian has already fallen unconscious. 

A shivering ray spills light over your eyes. Groggily, senses return, as does the need to stretch and move. You find yourself in a strange place. It’s not until your eyes meet Adrian’s, that you remember where you last were—and still are. You’ve fallen asleep right across from him, in his bed, something that any other time might have caused a rush of heat and an urgent need to disappear. 

Your unlikely patient looks at you, a lost expression on his face.

“I slept where I lay, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” And he leaves it at that.

“How are you feeling?”

He shakes his head, and you slide off the bed, going around it. “Fever,” you say as you check. He’s burning, and that sends a spiral of worry down your gut. 

You leave quietly, only to reappear with water, kitchen scraps, and willow bark extract discovered in the laboratory. You’re slightly out of breath, but Adrian makes it easy—he’s silent throughout, barely a groan of pain as you check on the wound, met with visible signs of infection.

“Damn this,” the words escape as your self-assurance crumbles, but you attempt to clean the area as well as you can. 

A hand is placed over yours. “Leave it.”

It rankles how he disregards not only himself but you as well. As if he’s the only one who cares if he lives or dies.

“Truly?” you ask, and the rush of everything comes through the one word, but you don’t look at him as you finish your task. “Do you remember anything at all to help?”

Adrian looks at the ceiling with glassy eyes. “No.”

You rise, desperate to prove him wrong. Your gaze is drawn to the outside, where blankets of snow engulf the world, falling and falling. There is something. There must be.

“Adrian. Adrian, look!” You all but trip in your rush to his side, thrusting a manuscript in his line of sight. “I told you there’s something. Here.”

Still fevered, he throws one apathetic glance at the page, then averts his gaze with a sigh.

There’s a strange irregularity within, as though your heart has failed its rhythm. “You knew.” The manuscript lands on the bed. “You knew, and you said nothing?! Adrian, this will mend you.” You kneel by the side of the bed. 

“No,” he murmurs. “I’ve never done that before.”

Impotent ire. “That’s not a reason to disregard a good chance.”

He looks your way then, with a wretchedness that bares him to you, spirit and fears and all.

“Nothing will happen. It’s… think of it as a medical procedure.”

Adrian shakes his head, brow knitting in pain. “Enough… No.”

Your fists are shaking on the sheets. “Do you want to die that badly?”

Silence. 

“Do you really… not care about anything?” If your voice is frantic, bordering on hysterical, you’re past caring.

Adrian swallows, tired eyes staring at the ceiling. “I don’t… want to harm you.”

Gently, you cup his cheek; he leans into the touch, and desperate affection makes your eyes sting. “I’m not afraid.”

His dry lips part as you slowly rise, but no words come out, nothing to prevent you from crawling up onto the cold bed. “I want you to heal, so you can be your own insufferable self again, all right?” 

Adrian minds not the barb, but frissons wrack his body all the stronger. 

Desperate, you undo the fastenings at your neck, baring skin with methodical care and shaking fingers even as his gaze flies to the soft fluttering beneath. Now you know what would help, but knowing something is not the same as having the courage to offer it. 

The closest warmth to take, to regain balance…

He watches your collected demeanor with a clenched jaw, lying there as helpless as you’ve never seen him. “Adrian.”

He presses his eyes closed, but you feel the weak slide of his fingers between your shoulder-blades when you prop a palm by his head. “You’re shaking,” he says.

“No more than you.” You steal a glance outside, to the hypnotic dance of falling snow, feeling cold fingers gliding to cup your head—but then. “No, I’m… I’m sorry. This is not fair, you’re vulnerable and… I shouldn’t be doing this, I didn’t mean to force this on you…” you slowly take to righting yourself, a ray of reason hissing in your heart like a hot iron bar.

“... Wait …” 

The word, spoken so weakly, has a power on its own—your eyes fly open, meeting his. His skin is ashen, the amber of his eyes dulled, a visible shade, a wraith in the lengthening twilight. “Adrian…” you murmur, tirade ceasing, body mellowing on the thought you don’t voice: I can’t lose you now, in this way. 

And even as the thought dies, your body follows the slow heed of his touch, lower: your clothes feel like shackles over skin even as his grip turns rigid, as your breath washes over his cheek when your face is pressed to the sheets.

“Thank you,” he says, a wisp spoken as his cold nose presses to your skin. 

An arm is wound around your waist, his other hand in your hair; your heart beats against him—now you hear it, slow as dripping honey but it’s there. 

Your eyes press shut against all thoughts of turning away, though this is the very last trial you thought you’d ever be in: of cold fangs grazing skin and your defenses. 

Pain. You might have wailed, or perhaps not, but shadows creep upon the walls as the awful sensation shoots through your being, akin to a burning cut; you are still against him, paralyzed. The ache subsides as swiftly as it burst, and you find yourself listening: to the nervous, imperceptible tautness of muscles beneath, cording around you. A soft groan pressed into your neck, the subtle bob of his throat with each swallow.

The world raging outside is shut away, your perception narrowed to the coil of heat at your center, brimming like a freshly kindled fire. His arm winds around you tighter, the fingers at the nape of your neck trace up and down, feeling every nook in your spine before gliding up again.

Your voice has long left you though your mouth opens to—speak, but all it yields are incoherent sounds, and a wildness ripens inside as you feel the strength returning to his limbs, now winding around you, holding you impossibly tight. It feels… good; exquisite. You murmur or moan, you’ve stopped caring, dropped all inhibitions like old garments no longer suited. You’d want more, or was that him? Your mind melds with something indefinable, as weaved as your bodies have become. You realize this late as a delirious warm lick traces your skin, slowly lapping with a tenderness that quickens your breaths, now that you’ve come to hear them again.

Reality seeps into your mindless wandering, sensations and all, and you perceive what is: at some point, he’s dragged you atop him; his arm is painfully tight across your form, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your rear. You find it difficult to breathe, rising and falling with his chest, so overwhelmingly afire you could fall apart here and now; something hardens against your abdomen, and the slightest of movements elicits a gasp. 

“...Adrian?” You try moving your hips, while a remote part of you thinks it not a good idea in the slightest—but you haven’t a care in the world to show for it. You try again; there’s no answer but a delicious, hot twitch against your abdomen, and a sigh. “Are you…”

He nods against you, his fingers slackening in your hair as you move your head, and dizziness takes hold. The room is spinning, so you focus on him. You ask him, wordlessly, was it enough, did it work? 

The soft stains on his lips should make you uneasy—perhaps? But all you want, all you desperately want is to kiss them off, to taste the bright red. 

And Adrian stares at you with bright copper irises, with drunkenness you've never seen on his features since you've known him. You can’t place it, but it speaks of something you also feel: more. 

Your hand reaches, slowly, to feel along his ribs, gingerly following the bandaged area as you hold his gaze: there’s nothing but hot skin where a grievous wound had been moments ago, and the purest relief has you crashing all over again, the blood leaping in your veins. You let yourself fall slack against him, hands catching in his hair, forehead pressed to his collarbone. “I was so worried… damn it, you’re so stubborn, so-so stubborn…”

It’s the realization of what you’ve done and what you’re doing now that hits like a bucket of ice-cold water. Somewhere between hunger and mortification, you’re trapped in a pitiful balancing act, and you rise so suddenly that your head spins anew. 

“Careful,” Adrian speaks, appearing to regain himself, slower than you to awaken from his trance. His touch weaves off you like silk as you suddenly rise, untangling yourself from him and falling to the side.

You stare, feeling the loss: he looks so alive, visibly better in health, golden in the weak candlelight as he watches you with that same vulnerability from before—and saying nothing.

Outside, night has fallen early, and offhandedly you remember it’s supposed to be one of the longer ones. A blizzard has begun to wail, rising harshly in your ears. Everything reaches deeper, sounds seem to burrow higher and lower than before, and colors vibrate like tiny heartbeats. “I’ll… I have to go. I’m glad, glad-you’re-better.” 

Adrian calls your name once but does not attempt to stop you even as you struggle out of bed, nearly falling over while setting yourself free from the sheets and rushing off on wobbling legs. You make it to the door, towards a pathetic escape.

Something aches and feels as out of place as you do. Leaning against the frigid walls you smother it or try, but the fire burns low in your abdomen, trailing behind you like blood loss as you walk away. 

TBC

[exeggcute]

hey, thank you for sharing your story with liposuction. as an ftm guy this was something i kind of considered, but didnt even know was possible!

of course, happy to spread the word! I figured it wasn't a widely known/requested kind of surgery because the guy I went to does a little of everything and even he was like "I've never done this exact thing before but I'm happy to give it a shot." took a slight gamble with this one lol. but even though people typically get hip/thigh lipo to become more curvy and not less curvy it sounds like the underlying surgical whatever is basically the same, so it really just comes down to having a good eye for which parts to strategically hack away at.

but if you (or anyone reading this) are seriously considering the same then feel free to ask me whatever! I know there's not a lot of info out there about this exact procedure and even though general lipo stuff is broadly applicable when it comes to e.g. recovery or whatever, I was definitely on my own for some stuff. like trying to find a good post-op compression garment SUCKED because all of the lower body ones I found are for women who want to get more hourglass-y, so after I graduated from the stage one garment I got sent home in I just wound up wearing men's bike shorts under my clothes for three months lol. did the job at least

[hootsewers]

amazing gender euphoria moment just now

so, I technically have one more week wearing the compression garment before I'm Free. My nipples are almost entirely healed. My incisions look great. But even though the nurse at my post op said I was able to take the garment off "for a few hours if you're just chillin on the couch," I have only ever taken it off to change my dressings, take a shower, or wash the garment itself, and I had a spare hook-and-loop binder to wear while the main one was drying. So even though I've SEEN my new chest every day, it hasn't felt suuuuper different, mostly because I'm basically still wearing a binder.

Helps that the binder offers some physical compression, which helped with soreness the first few weeks, but I'm no longer feeling any soreness unless I'm moving around a lot. And today's my day off, so I figured...if I'm gonna be sitting at my desk doing computer science lessons, that seems like a chill enough environment to not wear the compression garment for a lil bit. So I got out of the shower this morning and, after drying off but before putting on fresh dressings and silicone tape, I just threw my bathrobe on. I wasn't expecting to feel much different than what I felt before surgery, coming home and taking off my binder.

But feeling, for the first time, the sensation of cloth on my real chest did somthin to me, man. I been grinnin like a goober for like forty minutes, despite the terrible heartburn I woke up with.

And, y'know, Autism (tm), I did my happy wigglebounce, and the sensation of my chest not bouncing with me--that sent me to the moon.

So I slap some fresh dressings on (basically gotta treat my nips like they're five-minute-fresh ink for at least another week), put the silicone tape back on my incisions, and went upstairs and put on a pajama shirt in preparation for a day in of coding and crochet. Even with the dressings on, it just. it feels so GOOD. It feels so RIGHT. For a while before surgery I'd been hemming and hawing on some Gender Apathetic thoughts and, due to the insane number of t*rfs whose shit I was exposed to (before finally leaving twitter lol) I was second-guessing how excited I'd be to not have boobs. After all, I find trans guys with non-op, hairy chests plenty attractive; who's to say I couldn't be attractive like that as well? Just some last minute Big Decision hesitation, like, is this right for me?

I'm so glad I did it. I'm so glad I finally have this. I can't describe how good it is to feel my shirt on my skin, without the skin-on-skin sensation of my chest sagging, or tucking the fabric of my shirt under my boobs to avoid boobsweat. My God, I haven't had to put deoderant on my chest for work! And even after I'm 100% free of the compression garment, I won't!

This is the first step of a few, at least as far as surgical transition is concerned. It sucks that it can't be an all-at-once thing, or just a snap of the fingers. But I'll never again underestimate how good each of these changes can make me feel all by themselves.

[plasticsurgeondelhi]

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[weirdstrangeandawful]

I’m required to wear a compression garment post-surgery but oh my god it hurts in three different ways.

There’s the allodynia which is the worst because it makes the normal surgical pain radiate through my entire body between my head and hips. Then there’s the pain of things under the compression garment dislocating because… compression. And then there’s the fucking velcro…

Also my throat still really hurts from the intubation.

I am genuinely so happy though. Hopefully no more surgeries for the foreseeable future and this is gonna improve my quality of life a tonne.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Saw this and thought of Marigold.

https://www.tumblr.com/apuff/724225345127071744/that-poor-insurance-salesman-had-no-idea-what-was?source=share

Anyway, here’s a related question, how does Marigold choose her victims?

We've kinda outlined this before, we think, but it's a mix of convenience, cover, and what she needs to test. Marigold's test subjects tend to be more or less grabbed off the street, or recruited via job posting, if she has the spare change and someone to route it through. Standard, experimental transmutation tends to be quick and messy - the idea of most of these transmutations is to work with properties of new formulas and iron out any kinks before actually putting them up on the market, and ironing out the issues that lead to transmutation failure is part of the point, here.

Initial trials will spread a wide net, and then further trials will narrow down the issue - going for individuals within a specific range of species, for example, until all the quirks are worked out. The alchemical properties of an individual tend to vary, even within a species, so it can be very valuable to figure out if something failed because of the ingredients, or simply because of the nature of who you're trying to transform.

Complicating all this, of course, is cover - you can't just grab people off the street without drawing attention, and trying not to draw attention is something that Marigold's had to practice quite a bit. Visible people with access to resources and people who care about them spur man hunts - but bugs who are already likely to disappear are easy to simply grab.

Bugs with high-risk jobs or bugs who have already been "disappeared" for her are easy demographics to go after, though the latter is usually only something she runs into on jobs. If an adventurer goes off to Snakemouth Den and never returns, and a few days later a monster turns up gnawing on the handle of their weapon, it's pretty obvious what happened.

Besides that, a handful of antiquated laws in the Termite Kingdom make it fairly easy to pick up discarded arena fodder with a go-between. The downside of this, of course, is that it's expensive, and hirebugs aren't always entirely trustworthy - and bugs bred for the arena are generally divorced enough from your average awakened bug that the data isn't too useful for field use. Lab moths are still useful for rough drafts of formulas, before they've gotten far enough along to use on actual bugs.

For jobs, it's both easier and harder - when you're being hired to turn one thing into another, you really only need to test one species, and matching a reliable transformation with whatever properties the client wants means that you can tailor-make the formula, minimizing the chance of failure to near-nonexistence.

That said, it isn't always perfect - though clothes are a rare enough luxury in Bugaria that it doesn't turn up often, having something in the way of a transmutation can easily lead to undesirable results - if your chest's swelling to twice the size, you do not want any armor restricting it.

Prosthetics, surgically imbedded aids, and other such things can easily cause failure, especially if there's enough charmcraft in them to interact with the transforming enchantment. Tinkering with the base enchantment can negate most of the negative side effects, but the big trouble comes when a client doesn't consider it enough of a point to mention - full physical description is a necessity, especially on jobs where she won't be physically present to watch the transmutation.

With some spells, any garments or implanted aids can be twisted with the spell, but this tends to be both a bit difficult and unreliable - if something absolutely must be used in a transmutation, it's far easier to simply turn the object integrated into a charm, allowing for the fusion and the transmutation into a single step rather than adding the fiddly work of grabbing an object external to the charm's actual subject.

We might be getting a bit off-topic by now but - yeah, it's either whoever she's hired to transmute, whoever's convenient, or whoever's convenient within a certain demographic.

[aeide-thea]

absolutely the most boring braindump of a Post Abt Chest Management Solutions, lmao, ergo cut for length—

am hanging around in one of the cotton fruit of the loom ~bralettes~ i bought recently (3 for $15! unbelievable bargain probably made possible by a sweatshop somewhere! no ethical consumption &c!), which like—truly is any word better designed 2 induce dysphoria. like i already hated talking abt myself and bras in the same sentence and now: a further feminizing diminutive suffix!! rigged for hir displeasure!—and thinking like.

(1) thrilled to have found an approach 2 the problem [some people call their tits 'the girls.' i call mine 'the problem.'] that's as comfortable as these. like i accidentally slept in one last night because i didn't get the discomfort cue that normally prompts me to strip down for sleep. extremely can't complain in that regard.

(1b) …does that mean i should really try a size down for better more flattening compression tho. very possibly! but i guess really it depends on whether this set shrinks in the wash much, so like. stay tuned.

(2) the fabric of these is still probably too heavy for really hot weather, i'm guessing, and regardless of thickness cotton just inherently absorbs rather than wicking, so. problem not fully solved. but for the current warm-but-not-sweltering temps these are pretty good. definitely an improvement over nylon against clammy skin.

(3) it continues to be deeply baffling to me that so many people, if the market is to be believed, prefer non-racerback straps for everyday wear. like—these bralettes i bought are essentially just incredibly basic cropped camisoles with some elastic at the bottom hem, and while they weren't totally horrendous in that configuration, i unpicked the stitching on the straps and reattached them at the center back to make a rough-and-ready racerback like so: _\/_ and it was just. immediately vastly more comfortable not to have the straps crossing my shoulder blades. like i accept that we're all different and have different prefs but part of me is just like '…are ppl who prefer that style sure that isn't just familiarity/false consciousness speaking tho.'

(4) the one thing abt these bralettes that still isn't really ideal, but which would be a much bigger project to fix, is that like. not all of us need this much fabric along the vertical axis, lol. like obviously they make these as long as they do to accommodate the amount of tissue in larger chests, and like, thumbs up for that, but for those of us who don't present with that degree of convexity, it's just like. this garment could've been a solid inch shorter and still accomplished its goals?? and so you wind up with extra fabric and either have to roll the band up to reel in the slack or else just live with it bunching up in the eaves, and like, neither approach is totally terrible but. could be better!!

and yeah, i could unpick the stitching on the elastic and cut an inch off the bottom and then work out how to reassemble things, but like. the strap relocation was easy and i could do it by hand while watching tv, whereas elastic is intimidating and also that's more sewing than i really want to do by hand. so in theory i'd want to figure out how to do it on the machine which. is also intimidating. so i'm just living with it, at least for now.

finally & probably most importantly (5) spending this much brainspace [i mean like. just look at this stupid fucking hydra of a post.] on Problem Management does make me mad, lol. like. most of the time it just feels easier to accept the situation and strap it down to something ignorable than to seek out a surgical remedy that's separated from me by so many barriers (expense/current lack of insurance, soc anx, perfectionism, serious uncertainty abt whether it would actually on the whole be an improvement vs just Differently Wrong, fear of increased transphobia), but when it's like. well now i'm having to actively engage with the problem and spend time and thought and money and effort on it anyway, just in ways that make me feel powerless and resentful rather than self-actualized and hopeful… blegh.

[boyingray]

i know that when the nurse at the clinic said that it'd take me like six months to fully appreciate my chest, she meant the surgical results of everything but honestly i appreciate it so much already.

my incisions are ropey-looking. i'm bruised below them. i was allergic to the adhesive on the gauze they put over my grafts, and the tape that was along my incisions. you can see the stitches in a few spots, and the one spot where they got yanked on when the tape was removed. the compression garment i'm wearing for the next five weeks honestly kind of hurts my ribs. now that i can see everything, i can say for sure that my nipples look dead.

but i'm still okay with how it all looks. despite everything looking like (and being, more or less) an open wound, i feel so happy. i understand, now more than ever, what other trans people say about how they feel post-surgery.

[omophagias]

six weeks post-op, get to stop wearing the surgical binder. feeling my actual clothes on my whole torso for the first time in...i guess since i started wearing bras, even? half my life? is SUPER weird. like oh THAT is textures. actively distracted at work rn because my shirt is touching my shoulder blades.

went through all my clothes last night, have two big ikea bags to sort again and figure out which i can sell to buffalo exchange and which should just get donated. realized i can finally wear my crop tops again, extremely excited; realized i can go swimming, haven't done i think since i had my swim test in college, very excited for that as well once it's june or july or so and the ocean isn't quite so cold. it will also be nice to not have to peel myself out of an awful spandex garment after every time i exercise.

i am also cleared to work out again, so i can pick scottish dance and yoga back up, and i am thinking of trying out for the lgbt softball league (all levels of sporting ability accepted).

[deramin2]

OP you are so right and this is so frustrating.

Highly recommend looking at In-House Pattern Studio. She teaches classes to women of all body shapes, which also informs her extensive free resources. (They also work for men, but she doesn't really deal with men's patterns.) Her methods will work for altering any pattern to your body shape very easily and make your sample pretty close to a correct fit on the first try. She also describes how to use photographs at a consistent angle with drawn on balance lines so you don't need a dress form (I don't use one.) This technique will work on the largest bodies, though you may end up needing to redraft all the curves.

Here's a shirt I made using her techniques and pattern. I wear a men's XL (pattern sizes 18-24 depending on a lot of factors), and my body shape is wildly different than the standard model in every dimension. She also has a video on how to grade patterns so that you can use one that's too small. (I haven't done that though because the basic strategy works for me even when the pattern isn’t the right size at all.)

My biggest piece of advice for fitting patterns to fat bodies is to take the front and back measurements separately and check them against circumference measurements. At one point I just took a skin safe draw on temporary tattoo or surgical marking pen and just marked every single spot directly on my body that I wanted to measure between so that I could consistently place them as I moved the tape measure around with help from a sewing partner. Had some silly marks for a few days but it helped us so much.

And keep the tape measure just skimming the skin. If it’s squishing anything in it’s too tight. A garment that’s slightly too big will always be more comfortable and easier to revise than one that’s too small. When in doubt loosen the tape and round up.

Princess seams fit way nicer and are more comfortable on fat bodies than darts are. (Including on men’s shirts.) That’s what the shirt above is using. It fits really well even after massive revision top surgery (it was originally fit for a binder but there’s still a big shape difference).

I’ve been meaning to sit down and make some kind of master post about techniques, tutorials, books, and experience that’s worked for me as someone who barely has the same pattern by the time I’m done, and I think this is the push I need to do it.

Need to rant for a minute because even though I have very much been enjoying the fruits of my efforts learning how to sew vintage style clothes, I just swapped out old fatphobia (nice plus size vintage clothes never making it to stores) for new fatphobia (trying to find patterns). Cause it doesn't end at what clothes you're able to buy already made.

I finally bought a Friday Pattern Company pattern the other day, and man it made the bare minimum feel like I was being spoiled. The sizes go up to 7X (that's XL, XXL, 1X, 2X, etc, so there's 9 sizes above L) they had a thin and a fat model on the cover! Usually I'm barely lucky enough to get an XL, and I'm just expected to guess how it's going to look on my body. The majority of their patterns have two differently sized models on the covers, and all of them have that full range of patterns inside.

It is so hard to find good plus size patterns, even if they're available, many companies just scale up their mediums and I can't guarantee they're actually sized correctly for a different shape. As good as Friday is, them and other modern indie pattern companies aren't easy to find.

Okay well what if I went another step deeper, what if I forgo patterns all together and decide to be completely independent and draft things myself?

Then I'll need a plus size dress form. I got lucky and found one at an antique mall for 50$ but these are incredibly rare and more expensive than smaller ones. I'll need to learn how to draft patterns, something that was taught to me on a XS form by my college and nearly every tutorial out there. Drafting close fitting clothes for fat bodies is a completely different skillset, because all that extra fat is much squishier and shifts more. Measuring yourself correctly and getting the shape you're looking for is far more important. Before I even got there I'd need to sketch out what I wanted to make, right? Well the patterning book my family got me only shows you how to draw tall, skinny people. A beginner would have to look up their own drawing references and tutorials because what what supposed to be a super accessible beginner's guide to fashion has decided their body isn't normal enough for the baseline tutorial.

We're expected to be the ones who put in the extra effort. Digging to find the pattern companies that fit our shape and actually prove they can, paying extra in shipping or driving farther to pick them up. Having to search specifically for plus size tutorials for drafting and sketching. It's always treated like it's not part of the beginner's experience to be working with a fat body, that's just going to make people more frustrated and lost and less likely to pursue something they're excited about! Especially if it's in response to already being frustrated about the lack of clothing options.

We need a little positivity to this post so to end on a high note, here's me modeling the blazer I just finished with a shirt I made a couple years ago!

Being able to finally wear clothes I really feel like me in has been an amazing confidence boost. It's not fair that there's so many roadblocks in the way for someone who looks like me who just wants to wear things they enjoy.

[westbramphysio]

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[riajoshi]

All About Axillary Breast Surgery

Axillary breast tissue, often called accessory breast tissue, is a common yet often overlooked condition. It refers to the presence of breast tissue in the armpit (axilla) area, which can cause discomfort, aesthetic concerns, and even emotional distress for those affected. Thankfully, axillary breast removal surgery offers an effective solution, improving both physical and emotional well-being.

If you’re considering this procedure, Restore Clinic in Mumbai, led by the esteemed Dr. Ashish Sangvikar, provides expert care and personalized treatment to help you achieve the best results.

What is Axillary Breast Tissue?

Axillary breast tissue is a congenital condition that occurs when remnants of embryonic tissue fail to regress during development. This tissue may remain unnoticed until puberty, pregnancy, or significant weight gain when hormonal changes or fat deposition can make it more prominent.

Common Symptoms - Bulge in the armpit area: Visible swelling that can cause self-consciousness. - Pain or tenderness: Particularly during menstrual cycles, pregnancy, or lactation. - Difficulty with clothing: Tight clothing or bras may exacerbate discomfort. - Infection or irritation: Skin in the area may become irritated due to chafing or sweating.

While the condition is not dangerous, it can impact self-esteem and quality of life, making surgical intervention a preferred choice for many.

What is Axillary Breast Removal Surgery?

Axillary breast removal surgery is a cosmetic and functional procedure aimed at removing excess breast tissue from the armpit area. It helps restore a smooth and contoured appearance while alleviating any discomfort caused by the tissue.

The Surgical Process - Consultation: At clinics like Restore Clinic in Mumbai, Dr. Ashish Sangvikar begins with a thorough consultation to understand your concerns and goals. A physical examination and imaging may also be conducted to assess the tissue. - Procedure: The surgery is usually performed under local or general anesthesia, depending on the extent of the tissue. A small incision is made in the natural folds of the armpit, ensuring minimal scarring. The excess tissue and fat are carefully removed, often combined with liposuction for precision. - Closure: The incision is closed with sutures, and a dressing is applied.

The entire procedure typically takes 1–2 hours, and patients can usually return home the same day.

Benefits of Axillary Breast Surgery

1. Improved Aesthetics: Achieve a smooth and contoured armpit area, enhancing confidence in sleeveless outfits. 2. Physical Comfort: Relief from pain, tenderness, and irritation caused by the tissue. 3. Ease of Movement: Reduced discomfort during exercise or daily activities. 4. Boost in Self-Esteem: Feel confident and at ease with your body.

Recovery and Aftercare

Recovery from axillary breast surgery is relatively straightforward. At Restore Clinic, Dr. Ashish Sangvikar and his team provide detailed post-operative care instructions to ensure a smooth recovery process.

Key Recovery Tips - Rest: Allow your body to heal by avoiding strenuous activities for at least 2 weeks. - Follow-Up Visits: Attend all follow-up appointments to monitor your progress. - Compression Garments: Wearing compression garments as advised can help reduce swelling and aid healing. - Hygiene: Keep the incision area clean and dry to prevent infections.

Most patients can return to work and light activities within a week, with full recovery expected in 4–6 weeks.

Why Choose Restore Clinic in Mumbai?

When it comes to axillary breast removal, expertise matters. At Restore Clinic, located in Navi Mumbai, Dr. Ashish Sangvikar is renowned for his skill, patient-centric approach, and commitment to delivering outstanding results. - Experienced Surgeon: Dr. Sangvikar brings years of experience in cosmetic and reconstructive surgeries. - Advanced Techniques: The clinic uses state-of-the-art equipment and minimally invasive methods for precision and minimal scarring. - Comprehensive Care: From consultation to recovery, the team ensures personalized attention at every step. - Patient Testimonials: A trusted name in Mumbai, Restore Clinic boasts numerous success stories and happy patients.

Is Axillary Breast Surgery Right for You?

If you experience discomfort, irritation, or self-consciousness due to axillary breast tissue, this procedure could be life-changing. A consultation with Dr. Ashish Sangvikar at Restore Clinic will help determine if you’re an ideal candidate for the surgery based on your unique anatomy and goals.

Final Thoughts

Axillary breast removal surgery is more than a cosmetic procedure — it’s a pathway to improved confidence and quality of life. With expert care from Restore Clinic in Mumbai, you can look forward to a seamless experience and excellent results. Don’t let axillary breast tissue hold you back. Take the first step toward a more confident you by scheduling a consultation with Dr. Ashish Sangvikar today.