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Dave Salisbury, United Kingdom

The shame

Today, I found a photo of me as a sad-looking teenage schoolboy. No wonder. Under that uniform, I was wearing women's shapewear. I was a chubby kid and, against my will, I was forced into wearing a firm control panty girdle - ashamed, uncomfortable and terrified of being caught, it really messed me up for life. FML

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Taking pictures

Today, I was teaching a high school calculus class. I wrote a complex formula on the board. As I wrote, students asked if they could take a picture of the board and circulate it. I said yes, and I was pleased as everybody seemed to be taking pictures. Soon, I realized why: my skirt was tucked into my underwear. Within a few minutes, every student in the school had an email with a picture of my ugliest pair of floral-printed panties. FML

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Go on therapy man. You truly need it. And acknowledging what happened to you is a great first step. I’m sure you’ll get better. All the best.

Thanks. It's taken me a long time to work up the courage to be able to tell people. It's not something that comes easy, admitting to having been made to wear women's corsetry, especially when there's so much fetish fiction out there - people just assume I'm making it up. I still get flashbacks, especially when I hear pop music of the time. It takes me right back to when I was just 14, listening to the radio downstairs and hearing my mum shouting at me to hurry up as I struggled into my panty girdle, tears streaming down my face. It's been a long time, but maybe therapy would help, even after all these years.

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Go on therapy man. You truly need it. And acknowledging what happened to you is a great first step. I’m sure you’ll get better. All the best.

Thanks. It's taken me a long time to work up the courage to be able to tell people. It's not something that comes easy, admitting to having been made to wear women's corsetry, especially when there's so much fetish fiction out there - people just assume I'm making it up. I still get flashbacks, especially when I hear pop music of the time. It takes me right back to when I was just 14, listening to the radio downstairs and hearing my mum shouting at me to hurry up as I struggled into my panty girdle, tears streaming down my face. It's been a long time, but maybe therapy would help, even after all these years.