Girdle Stories

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The things we remember from our childhood become the talk at the Thanksgiving table. We reminisce about mom’s girdle, dubbed her fifth child: unruly (falls apart), unyielding (holds in the fat), attention-seeking (an egoist). But hail to this piece of rubber that kept our mom, content and secure, in her hourglass figure. My vintage Panty Girdle has Arrived -- Robert (Need thoughts and advice.), 18:19:12 05/13/23 Sat [6] It was 1964, I was 14-years old and my best friend Sue and I were invited to Peter Murphy’s birthday party.

She wasn’t really my aunt. Maybe her name wasn’t really Doris, I don’t know. She was one of my mother’s friends, and my mother had lots of friends. They’d come over, drink, blab. Usually the party went on all night. Aunt Doris used to come into my room to make sure I was still alive. Sometimes she flopped on my cot and told me a story. She smelled of booze, perfume and something else, something I liked. Aunt Doris’ stories were on the short and dirty side, but they were the only ones I got.The Emotional and Physical Health Benefits of Wearing a Girdle -- Tom Seifer, 06:14:24 12/19/22 Mon [1] All these new feminine feelings, padded bustline, my breasts bouncing, padded hips, nylons; wow I think I love all these new girly things. She slid in the inserts and like magic my cups were filling out and felt much more comfortable. My smile showed my excitement and the girls knew it.

Aunt Doris looked slightly haggard in the morning. Not hung-over. I knew what hangovers look like. Aunt Doris asked me to drive her to the nearest airport, about two hours away from College Town. There was a 7:30 flight for Los Angeles. She said she had to be on it. She had appointments in Tinseltown. Important appointments she couldn’t afford to miss. First we were just there through dinner. Then it came time for supper. "You CAN'T leave now, and drive all that way hungry, Junior," they said to Dad. All of a sudden both Sally and Cathy gave each other a high five saying how perfect my new figure looks.Not sure I want more shape, don’t want people knowing I have boobies or that I am wearing a bra, I thought. RE: What Are The Real Benefits of Being Daily In A Vintage Girdle -- Tom Sleifer, 06:22:45 02/07/22 Mon [1] I think so too,” Celeste smiled. “I just thought of one more thing to make him perfect.” She turned to her daughter. “Addie, will you get the padded panty-girdle by Venus? Bring out a large and a medium.” I was now blind and deaf and was surprised to feel something touching my lips. Something was pushing against my lips and when I opened my mouth slightly her fingers forced it opened further and something soft and rubbery was pushed into my mouth. It felt like a heavy deflated balloon. It was pushed deeply into my mouth until I felt more padded leather pressing against my lips and her fastening another strap at the side my face alongside my mouth. I explored with my tongue trying to push this invader out but it was obviously strapped firmly in place.

Sally popped in saying, “It’s all in the fit and the bra we selected for our new Sissy. Don’t you just love your new shape? Soon Cathy might get you a bigger bra like a C cup bra. I think my new Sissy would love that, right? ” A couple of days later I finally got up the nerve to tell her everything that was on my mind. I started by telling her how much I wanted to be a disabled woman all the time. We discussed it for a while and she said she didn't have any problems with it but did I actually want to be a woman. I told her that I wasn't completely sure but I did want to have real breasts and at least try living full time as a woman. She said that I had better make up my mind because it would be hard to live as a man with breasts. She had a good point there and I told her that I was sure I wanted to live as a woman from there on. She smiled and said that was fine with her but she had a few conditions. That she would have conditions surprised me. When she brought out a printed list of her conditions it made me realize she had actually been planning this for quite a while and had done a lot of research. Slipping on my new girdle and nylons changed my whole being. I felt so relaxed, so soft. Sally brought out a new feminine top and as I slipped it on I could see my lacey bra under it. The pink top was a tight stretchy top showing off my new figure. As Cathy threw my old man shirt in the trash she said, “Out with the old and in with your new life John”! Now,” she said, “if you’re a dyke you probably aren’t all that used to makeup so you’re probably going to want to go a little further than straight girl would. Is that OK?” This was great. The high waist extended up to his rib cage and really did pull in his waist. He looked positively darling in the lace and the satin, but there wasn’t a millimeter of jiggle under that monster.I turned bright red and started stuttering and mumbling. She laughed and said "you do don't you! Aw that's so cute! Adam has a foot fetish!" When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets. The nurse turned to Mistress and said, "Dr. Powers will be with you in a few minutes". She motioned at me and added, "She's going to be a cute one with the proper training. It still amazes me what can be done with them". Well dude, she came up to me and asked me for a smoke. She bummed one off and then we started talking." Those rubbers,” Aunt Doris told me, in her normal voice, like she didn’t care if anyone heard an older woman talking to a college kid about rubbers and recent sex, “were for you, not me. I just wanted to protect you, baby, from what I got. Too silly, but I want to keep you safe. What I got’s not even catching, but I didn’t like the idea. Now, I’m sorry. I wanted us to feel each other. I’d love making babies with you, Joe. I’d love nothing better. Honest.”