Girdling My Loins

Stupid observation #34: Wearing a girdle makes your walk more feminine.

This week, I've added an item to my everyday underdressing. Can you guess? A girdle! How'd'ya know?

I've had a longline girdle in my possession for decades. (It was procured from my mother's drawer in my teen years, and probably dates from the early sixties. No, I'm not proud of myself, and no, I'm not gonna return it.) It lives in a box under my dresser with several pairs of panties and sundry scanties. It hasn't seen much action since the fetish aspect of all this disappeared about two years ago. But a light bulb went off with the arrival of much cooler weather, and a new ensemble was born.

I've been consciously working on a feminine walk for almost two years. I break into it when I'm alone, or at least think I am. It's very much a work in progress, and would look like a parody to the untranned eye. (pun intended) The addition of the girdle beneath my boy duds has made my gait much more natural and, I think, feminine. It's actually an effort not to have a womanly walk in its friendly confines. Delightful! In addition, it is excellent for controlling the naughty bits.

Speaking of controlling my naughty bits, the wife doesn't seem to have noticed the crew cut on my legs yet. She did ask me on the phone last night if I had anything I wanted to tell her, and that sometimes means that she wants me to come clean about something. But she was with the kids on her end of the line, so I don't think she would have been inviting a conversation on that topic. We've shared the bed twice now in my current state, and I would think that it feels a little stubbly, yet no comments or accusations. Could she be keeping an epiphany to herself? If you knew her, you'd say that it's not bloody likely. Long-lived outrage would be a sounder bet, so I don't think she's caught up with my antics just yet.