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>This is as I remember it 52 years ago: > >It would have been October 1973, in the suburbs of a >major city >I had an afternoon newspaper route delivering the >city’s one remaining (now sadly >defunct) afternoon paper. >It was cool and damp. Raining hard enough that I knew >I would have to change my clothes once safely inside. >Not the kind of downpour we often saw in the fall >I had been going through my mom’s >girdle drawer for a while. Mom was very small and >petite never weighing more than 120 pounds even when >pregnant with me and I was a 10-pound baby She did not >have a great figure, and wore girdles that were only >so strong, not much with boning. Certainly nothing to >give her much shape A couple Playtex18 Hour One a >control brief the other a short-leg panty girdle. >Similar things from other brands (mostly but not all >JC Penny.) Disproportionately control briefs but a >couple of nice panty girdles. One particular girdle >was a Rose colored pull on panty(she had no zipper >garments except for one off-brand OBG type all in one) >My mother took a part-time job in the afternoon and >Saturday Morning because my father had a desk job and >carpooled into the city’s downtown >five days a week. He usually but not always got home >just a few minutes before I finished my paperroute. He >always went into the master bedroom to change out of >his suit. I took my time changing. It worked he got >changed first. Mom was not due home until later when >her job closed for the night. She had dinner set up >and set out so that all we had to do was >cook-serve-eat ad save some for her! We did not need >the money She said she was doing it to Teach you(us) >independence and to get some social interaction. Even >now at age 96 my brother and I will get most of that >money in the next few years. >That Rose-colored panty and a white OBG four-panel >were my targets. I could only find the Rose panty >girdle. Turned out she was wearing the four-panel OBG/ >Mom’s job did keep her on her feet >most of the time. Her petite stature was also a >factor in her wearing heels of some sort much of the >time. You would think that would mean that most of her >girdles would be OBGs but NO! That JC Penny four-panel >and one front zip AIO (Her only zipper garment) None >of which had any serious stays. But I digress. > >I was able to get that rose Panty Girdle to my room >without Dad noticing. >I quickly stripped below the waist and started putting >the girdle on, That was when I realized how much it >helped to unbutton the shirt (This was BEFORE I >started challenging my parents and wearing tee shirts. >I managed to get the girdle on, pull it up over my >bulging tummy, and put the shirt and pants over it. >Being a household with no girls except Mom and dog, >the only place with a full-length mirror was in the >master bedroom. The bathroom had the usual(For >American houses built in the mid-1960s) a mirror built >right into the medicine cabinet and inseparable from >it. >Because Mom was so petite she did not get much user >out of the mirror in the medicine cabinet. She had >another mirror mounted on the backsplash which allowed >the bathroom mirror to be the next best thing to a >full-length mirror. The downside was that they >don’t call it a back SPLASH for >nothing! Least of all in a household with 2 boys! >I went in the bathroom. Closed the door and stood >sideways to that mirror. There WAS a modest >improvement, but I also knew I needed so much more! I >also knew I was not going to get that from Mom. Given >that Dad was a lawyer, shoplifting never crossed my >mind! The paper route barely paid enough to, over >several months make enough for a decent Stereo, but >the paper’s circulation was already >slipping and the income from it was gradually >slipping, Somehow, I was going to have to get a job. >I had gone through Pennys and Montgomery Wards >catalogs (Mom was never a fan of Sears and we did not >normally have their catalog) many times and read the >product descriptions. I didn’t know >what “Boning” was. but I >was anxious to find out! >I went downstairs and beat my father to the recliner. >This was a gamer he and I played. The one who >didn’t >“win” had to settle for >the overstuffed chair on the other side of the room. I >particularly liked how it felt in the reclined >position. >I liked the overall “Put >together” feel of the girdle. Not being >gay, I got ZERO erection or urge to masturbate. Never >got it on any other girdle over the years either. The >first time I got an erection when there was a girdle >involved was about 10 years later, the first time I >saw a girlfriend in just an OBG support bra and >stockings. I still remember that first time when I >could really think of myself as good looking. >I wore that girdle around the house on that rainy >afternoon until it got close to the time when Mom was >due home from work. Managed to get it back in the >drawer in time. But I was hooked! >Over the next few months I quit the paper route, got >first a bullshit first job in fast food, then a few >months later a batshit job for a contractor at a >nearby military base. I stuck with that until I got a >“real” job after high >school. A job I always went to in a strong OBG well >stealthed under my clothes.

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