I have dated my earliest memories for the longest time to age six. But I was thinking about it the other day and I realized I had these earlier memories. I was three or so and with my mom shopping in downtown Ossining, NY. We were at Hilliker’s, a small department store on Main St. What I remember was, interestingly, these tubes that girdles used to be packaged in.
(Somebody’s random pinterest’s shot – it’s just amazing what you can find)
I was talking with my sister about it. It’s clear my interest at three wasn’t sexual, she suggested and I agreed that it was all about identifying with the woman wearing the garment. So I guess the first memories I have are age three and there probably were earlier ones that I can’t access.
When I was six, immediately before I had my fantasy with the foil and wire and box machine that would turn me into a girl, I was looking through the women’s underwear in the Sears Roebuck catalog. I guess I was identifying there as well.
No worries though, I have no intention to become a girdle wearing woman without an awfully good justification. Too much like a torture device for my tastes.
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