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It had been done so gradually that I didn’t realize it or have any discomfort; just an indescribably pleasant feeling of well being.

I was much too young to realize that the sensations would someday have sexual connotations. For reasons I didn’t know, my knee socks were replaced with even fancier lacy ankle socks or anklets, showing more of my stockings.

Then I noticed some things hanging down from the bottom of the corset. Since the corset wasn’t especially tight at the waist my clothes still fit.

The garters hanging loosely in my pant (short) legs were annoying however.

I didn’t realize that they were actually ladies panties. Just before school was to start, I fell off my bike and wrenched my back.

When I put them on the soft silky feeling was very pleasant. In those days people only went to doctors if they couldn’t stop the bleeding.

As time went on I failed to notice that the ‘shorts’ were becoming snugger. Dad checked me out and except for a bit of pain I seemed all right.

Boys didn’t wear girls’ clothes although I do recall seeing boys who were dressed in an effeminate manner. I glanced in the mirror one night as I got ready for bed and noticed that I was acquitting a girl’s waistline.Besides, fall, with its cooler weather, was on the way and the short pants and sissy knee socks would also have to go. I would have preferred looking like a girl long hair and all. My corset was laced progressively tighter, a little at a time until the back laces met.I had yet another new set of short pants to accommodate my shrinking waistline.As a result, one morning after my bath (everything seemed to take place after my bath) mom brought in what I recognized as a corset. Before I could say a word she had it wrapped around me and fastened the front clasp. “ I won’t tighten it as I do when I wear it.You just need support not a new shape.” She tighten it until it felt pleasantly snug and my back felt better almost immediately.

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