When it comes to wearing shapewear, the models in advertisements usually look like they do not need any assistance with the female form: Perhaps, a little snugness smooths out a small visual imperfection.
Oooooh Stana I'd love a night out at casa Stana dressed in a nice dress enjoying our boyish gossip enjoying a woman free night knowing she'd want her Wicked way with us when we get home.Stanly does need a girdle or corselet nice body shaping pantihose .xx
The first time I put on a girdle was when I was a young 12 year old crossdresser. I think it was the 2nd or 3rd time I dressed up in mom's clothes. That day I was determined to wear nylon stockings for the first time. At that point in my life I don't think I'd ever seen a pair of pantyhose.
In a back bedroom closet I'd found a panty girdle. It was Snow White with a silver front panel in the crotch. I remember trembling as I slipped it on fumbling with garters and stockings, but I did it!
Next I donned a white slip and then a very mid-1960s styled yellow chiffon cocktail dress of moms. I spent the next hour walking back and forth across my parent's living room, twirling in my dress, adoring its chiffon skirt which flared out and swished around my legs. Then I'd sit a chair I'd placed in front of a mirror and cross my legs gazing at myself, dreaming that I was a beautiful girl.
During my High School years, mom volunteered at a hospital Thrift Shop. Donations were often left at our garage. I borrowed many donated girdles, bras, and lingerie and tried on dresses.
On several occasions I recognized outfits. Knowing the girls who'd previously owned them I had the delightful pleasure of trying on their dresses and wishing they could see me.
My guess is every woman in the 1950's and 1960's had a girdle in their dresser, whether they needed one or not. How else were they to hold up traditional nylon stockings. My mother had one and I tugged it on frequently. Once when the family was visiting my grandparents overnight I stayed home because I had a pre-employment physical with UPS in the afternoon. Of course, I spent the morning stuffed into that girdle along with stockings, panty and bra. When I wiggled out of the girdle I noticed the girdle had left an imprint of the seams of the girdle. Yikes! I tried my best to knead those lines off my body. They lightened but they were still there when I left for the appointment. I do not remember if the lines were gone by the time I had to striped down. The attending doctor did not say a word.
I love the Friday Femulate nothing beats the linebacker in dress look. Us girls come in all shapes and sizes.
ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to wearing shapewear, the models in advertisements usually look like they do not need any assistance with the female form: Perhaps, a little snugness smooths out a small visual imperfection.
ReplyDeleteOooooh Stana I'd love a night out at casa Stana dressed in a nice dress enjoying our boyish gossip enjoying a woman free night knowing she'd want her Wicked way with us when we get home.Stanly does need a girdle or corselet nice body shaping pantihose .xx
ReplyDeleteThe first time I put on a girdle was when I was a young 12 year old crossdresser. I think it was the 2nd or 3rd time I dressed up in mom's clothes. That day I was determined to wear nylon stockings for the first time. At that point in my life I don't think I'd ever seen a pair of pantyhose.
ReplyDeleteIn a back bedroom closet I'd found a panty girdle. It was Snow White with a silver front panel in the crotch. I remember trembling as I slipped it on fumbling with garters and stockings, but I did it!
Next I donned a white slip and then a very mid-1960s styled yellow chiffon cocktail dress of moms. I spent the next hour walking back and forth across my parent's living room, twirling in my dress, adoring its chiffon skirt which flared out and swished around my legs. Then I'd sit a chair I'd placed in front of a mirror and cross my legs gazing at myself, dreaming that I was a beautiful girl.
During my High School years, mom volunteered at a hospital Thrift Shop. Donations were often left at our garage. I borrowed many donated girdles, bras, and lingerie and tried on dresses.
On several occasions I recognized outfits. Knowing the girls who'd previously owned them I had the delightful pleasure of trying on their dresses and wishing they could see me.
My guess is every woman in the 1950's and 1960's had a girdle in their dresser, whether they needed one or not. How else were they to hold up traditional nylon stockings. My mother had one and I tugged it on frequently. Once when the family was visiting my grandparents overnight I stayed home because I had a pre-employment physical with UPS in the afternoon. Of course, I spent the morning stuffed into that girdle along with stockings, panty and bra. When I wiggled out of the girdle I noticed the girdle had left an imprint of the seams of the girdle. Yikes! I tried my best to knead those lines off my body. They lightened but they were still there when I left for the appointment. I do not remember if the lines were gone by the time I had to striped down. The attending doctor did not say a word.
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