What’s in your lingerie drawer?

Ladies like us wear some kind of foundation garment to help us achieve a more feminine figure. We have a lot of choices including various types of girdles, cinchers, corsets, bras, all-in-ones, shapers, as well as garments that have padding to give us the girlish hips and/or butts that we lack and desire.

During six decades of femulating, I have tried just about all of the shapewear options. Some were better than others and the best was an all-in-one I purchased in the fall of 1974. 

I was quite closeted back then and used the Halloween girl costume excuse for most of my in-person purchases. With Halloween approaching, I decided to purchase an all-in-one using that excuse. 

I visited an old school lingerie store to make my purchase. A middle-aged woman greeted me as I entered the store. I told her my Halloween story and added that I wanted an all-in-one.

That probably tipped my hand immediately; how many guys know what’s an “all-in-one.”

The woman used a tape measure to take my measurements. Then she went in the back room and returned a few minutes later with two all-in-ones.

“Take these to the dressing room, try them on and call me so I can see if they fit properly.”

I did not expect such a hands-on sale, but was glad to have it. I quickly stripped down to my briefs, zipped myself into my all-in-one and called for the saleswoman and by doing so, I tipped my hand again.

“Wow - that was quick,” she remarked. (I assumed that her other male customers were not as fast as I when trying on their “first” all-in-one.)

She checked me out and gushed over my girlish figure. I tipped my hand again when my face turned beet red in embarrassment. I could not pay for my purchase fast enough and get out Dodge.

I loved that all-in-one. It was constructed with spring-like metal stays and it gave me a figure like no other. It was my go-to foundation garment for years; I repaired it as needed and I wore it until it fell apart. I wish I could find one like it today! But as far as I know, no one produces anything like it. 

I approximate that all-in-one with a Rago style 2202* longline bra combined with a Rago style 6207* high-waist long-leg panty girdle. I add butt padding to pad my butt.

So what’s in your lingerie drawer? What is your favorite shapewear and why? Let me know by commenting below or via email. 

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Wearing Boston Proper

Esme Percy femulating in the 1930 Hitchcock film Murder!

Maid to Order

By Gina V

The trans spectrum is a broad one that ranges from hairy panty wearers to full-time post-op transsexuals with the Heinz 57 varieties in between being the costume fetishist. Of course, some could justifiably point out that if a man wears any garment intended for the opposite biological gender, then that is a form of fetishism in itself (if a woman does likewise, it is called “fashion”). However, I am referring to the kind of outfits that would be considered kinky even if real women wore them, i.e. leather dominatrix, rubber doll, schoolgirl, non-religious nun, etc.

Such practitioners usually lurk behind closed doors to indulge their (mostly sexual) interests, although I did once witness one dressed in full-blown “little girl” get-up hanging out in a gay bar. As such, they often pay for private amenities in order to prance about or whatever in their chosen form of expression. 

When I first started lodging with my ex-landlord, he was running a (cross) dressing service with several outfits of that nature available for his clientele. At that point, I still felt like Alice in Wonderland as a result of recently coming out of the closet, although ironically, that was not an available costume. 

Although I have had my fetishistic dressing fantasies over the years (who hasn’t?), to be honest, that kind of thing is not usually my cup of tea. I have always been more at home with the traditional housewife look as long as I can remember, although I suppose that would be considered a fetish in itself in a world where women wear the trousers in more ways than one?

However, I thought one day, after my landlord had gone out for the afternoon that it would be a jolly jape to dress up in an outfit. And once I had done so, I locked the front door so when he returned, he had no choice but to wait until it was opened for him and be greeted by a curtseying housemaid! 

Once he got over the surprise, he grabbed his camera and snapped away while I posed coquettishly and pretended to do various household chores. So a fun time was had by all, but it never went any further than that.

However, when editing the photos for this article, I couldn’t help but notice that I seemed to be quite comfortable in the role. So maybe if I’m on my uppers in the future, that might be an occupation worth considering?

Wearing Saks Fifth Avenue

Yet Another French Maid