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>>It would have been October 1973, in the suburbs of a >>major city >>I had an afternoon newspaper route delivering the >>city†>â„¢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 >momâ€à >ƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚¢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 >>colorehttps://www.instagram.com/kitkatstitch/https://w >w >>w.instagram.com/kitkatstitch/d 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 >cityâ€� >�ƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚¢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/ >>Momâ€� >�ƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚¢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 >>donâ€� >�ƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚¢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†>â„¢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 >didnâ€� >�ƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚¢t know what >>â€Ã >…“Boningââ >‚¬Â 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†>â„¢t >â€Ã� >�€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“winâââ >€šÂ¬Ã‚ 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 >â€Ã� >�€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“Put >togetherââ‚Â� >�¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚ 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 >>â€Ã >…“realââà >¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚¬Ã‚ job after >high school. A job I >>always went to in a strong OBG well stealthed under my >>clothes. > >Hello Glen, >Nice story. Now that you got us going it would be nice >if you could tell us more. >Thank you kindly, >Sonya

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