It didn’t seem real. I was wearing a girdle! I was sitting there in class with a panty girdle on under my uniform. My brain couldn’t process it. But besides the incredulity and the sheer mortification of wearing women’s underwear was the growing realisation of what an ordeal this was going to be. I wasn’t wearing panties, or a thong, or a suspender belt or anything that was merely humiliating. I was wearing a firm control girdle, and it was starting to get to me.
Category: Best Long Nonfiction (no award: insufficient category entries)
Genre: Best Biographical
Genre: Best Experience
Thanks to WakeUpAndLive~doingNaNo'24 for the ribbon. Thanks also to all reviewers for their feedback, especially the intrepid few who who slogged their way through the entire book!
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