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>I don’t know whether anyone will be interested in >this. I am not a wearer myself but have taken interest >in this subject for many years and can recount a large >number of events (almost all from my younger days when >girdles were almost universally worn by women). Here >is a brief note of an early – and not edifying – >exploration. > >We lived in a typical suburban street in middle >England. I had started taking an interest in girls in >my mid-teens but had no sisters, so I had to learn >from encounters with girls around me. A few doors >along from or house lived two girls (I’ll call them X >and Y). X was the same age as me (16) and Y was about >two years younger. Both now wore nylon stockings >(very much a rite of passage in those days), X having >started a couple of years earlier and Y very recently. > X wore nylon stockings to school but her sister still >wore socks, putting stockings on only for special >occasions. > >One weekend the girls and their parents went away to >visit grandparents and we were asked to feed their >elderly cat. My parents fed him on the Saturday >evening and asked me to do it on Sunday morning. As I >walked along with the house keys I suddenly realised >that, if I was careful, I might be able to find out a >bit about what the two girls wore. I was especially >curious about what they might use to hold up their >stockings. I guessed that both girls would have been >“dressed up” for their weekend away. > >Having fed the cat I quickly went upstairs to where I >knew the girls shared a front bedroom. I had to be >careful because I might be seen from houses opposite. >There were two single beds and, to my pleasant >surprise, lying on one bed was a pinkish coloured >elastic roll-on and a worn pair of stockings. I >didn’t know which girl’s clothes I was looking at. >Keeping out of sight, I opened a drawer and, as well >as some bras and panties there was a white suspender >belt. Again, I didn’t know to whom it belonged. >Worried about being noticed in that room I quickly >retreated on to the landing and then, on a whim, went >into the back bedroom where, because the layout was >the same as our own house, I knew there would be a >built-in airing cupboard which, I thought, might >contain more items. There was no risk of being seen >in that room so I opened the cupboard door to fins >several shelves of clothing and domestic linen >(towels, bedding, etc). > >My time was limited (or my parents might wonder why it >was taking me so long) so I quickly glanced at each >clothing shelf, finding little of interest, much of it >obviously belonging to the girls’ parents. Just as I >was about to close the cupboard and leave I saw, >peeking out at the bottom of a pile, a couple of white >suspenders. I couldn’t resist pulling out the garment >they were attached to. It was a hook-side girdle >about 10 or 12 inches deep with a couple of elastic >sections but non-stretch, probably cotton material at >what must be the back and front. The hooks were all >undone so I could roll the girdle out flat. It must >belong to one of the girls because its size was much >too small for their rather well-built mother. Two >things struck me: there were quite a lot of bones in >the girdle (I didn’t count but remember feeling some >long ones and some short ones) and there were only >three suspenders. The missing one was a back one. > >I quickly re-folded the girdle and slipped it back >beneath the pile, taking care to leave a couple of >suspenders showing, just as I had found it. I went >back downstairs, left the house and returned home. Of >course, I never found out any more about the garments >I had seen but wondered which items belonged to which >girl. I felt sure the hook-side girdle must belong to >X: I couldn’t imagine the younger Y wearing quite such >a structured girdle. I also amused myself – and still >do – wondering what happened to the missing suspender. > With much greater knowledge as I got older, I guessed >that its stitching had broken away from the hem of the >girdle, probably when the girl sat down. I knew that >this sometimes happened because back suspenders were >under a lot of strain and being attached to the >non-stretch back section, there would be no elasticity >in the girdle itself. All the remaining suspenders >were adjustable, with metal clips, and I know that >this was necessary to allow for varying stocking >length on a more-or-less immovable girdle. > >All these years later, I still wonder what else I >might have found if I had been able to spend more than >a few minutes exploring. I remember, too, watching >those girls as they walked to school or went out with >their parents and thinking they might be wearing one >of the garments I saw.

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