What Are The Real Benefits of Wearing Rago 6210 Girdle Everyday -- Tom Seifer, 07:39:53 05/09/23 Tue [1] My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain, as this meant she would get to stay up longer. 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 returned the clothes to my mom and she said if I wanted to talk about it. I said I was sorry and just wanted to know how it felt to wear a dress. She agreed to not tell dad and after that moment I made sure to never get caught like that. My mom didn’t asked me about it again and I think I feel more comfortable like that. I slipped them on, and wow, they really put my walk in a different swing. My hips moved and I really had a bounce to my new breasts. I loved the way my feet slipped into the heels with my nylon’s on. Never had that feminine feeling before.

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? ” All these new feminine feelings, padded bustline, my breasts bouncing, padded hips, nylons; wow I think I love all these new girly things. I described to mum how the evening had gone whilst getting undressed into my nightwear and she was well pleased with the result. I was less sure however. Whilst I had enjoyed being treated as a woman and would always remember my first kiss, I doubted that Brian would feel the same way if he ever found out. Inevitably I would hear his version of the events, which naturally varied from mine. As for Emma, who knew what had fate had yet in store for her, but her clothes were returned to mums wardrobe, apart from the nightgown, bra and pants which I was permitted to wear for just one more night. Donning a short coat and scarf we left for Brian’s house, walking arms linked until my confidence increased in my new female role. Just before arriving at Brian’s I realised that I didn’t know what to say or do, but Mum told me to relax as she had everything planned. So we arrived and —-well you know what happened next.

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I'll massage them for you." I said it without thinking and was instantly embarassed. I thought she probably assumed I was a freak or a creep. But she smiled and said "okay that sounds great to me. I could really use it." I finally was able to go to bed. I climbed into the crib, and my mother put the side up. I tossed and turned for awhile, aware of the diapers and wondering why they felt so good to me. A week after the phone call, she died. There wouldn’t have been enough time for us to have a baby together. She probably knew that. She thought a thin stretch of rubber could come between a human being and death. She didn’t want what was killing her to touch me. While Aunt Doris was in the middle of telling me how she and my mother got their first apartment together with no deposit or key fee, I asked if she wanted to dance. Dancing without music works fine. Aunt Doris was a good dancer. She used to shake it like crazy at my mother’s parties. But that night we just held on. She stopped talking about old times with my mother and I was glad. There was plenty I didn’t want to know. Like who my father was. Long list of names to choose from. I had a feeling that’s where her story was headed. I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose.

Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing. He waited for a couple of moments, and then said “Grey pants.” He grabbed them and then hesitated.

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private]Since home life was the way it was, I stayed in school, hit the library when school let out. School plus library equals college scholarships. You better believe I went to college. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. Always dreamed of wearing a padded bra with inserts so my bustline would look pretty and feminine, like other girls. I look at all the girly sales catalogs, wondering what it would be like to wear a padded bra like those pretty models. Re: RE; Wearing A Vintage Girdle Daily Is Essential To Your Health -- marcie, 14:19:22 05/01/22 Sun [1] 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”!