When I was a kid, I was overweight and got bullied about it at school. Back in the late seventies, girdle ads were still on the tv, and so I got taunted about needing a girdle, asked if I’d forgotten my girdle and so on.

At the start of the new school year in 1979, when I was only 14, I was on my way to school for the first day when some of my regular tormentors accosted me and took me of to a quiet back street. There they handed me a package – it was a box containing a long leg p**** girdle. I tried to escape, but they caught me and started to undress me. As I didn’t want to have my clothes ripped, I stopped struggling and they let me up. And, as they stood and laughed at me, I took off my trousers, took the girdle out of the box, stepped into it, and started pulling it up. They laughed even louder as I got it most of the way on and my eyes started to widen at the growing tightness around my thighs and backside. I sucked my belly in, struggled to fasten the four hook-and-eye clasps at the side, and then pulled up the zip. There I was – a 14 year old boy – wearing a girdle that covered me from halfway between my n****** and my belly button right down past mid-thigh. I hoped that they’d had their fun, but they wanted me to wear it to school, so I had to get dressed again.

And, as I walked stiffly beside them on the way to school, they made it clear that there would be dire consequences if I didn’t wear it every day from then on. A few weeks after I had started wearing the girdle daily, they thought it such a success that they bought me another present – a bra. Not a simple lightweight one, but one of those heavy long-line ones with half-a-dozen clasps to be fastened. (It was weeks before I finally got the hang of fastening/unfastening it.) When I had it on, it overlapped my girdle by a good couple of inches. I always had to wear heavy pullovers – even in summer – to make sure no-one could see bra straps or cups.

And so, for the last four years of my school life, I – a perfectly normal straight guy – had to force myself into women’s corsetry just before leaving for school and wear it all day. I had to travel to school – it was in a town 20 miles away – so I would put this damn stuff on at around 7am and not take it off until nearly 6pm.

You have no idea how long those four years seemed.