The following day Sis came with some clothes for me to wear. She looked overall happy.
“Hi, Daniela! See what only arrived today! Isn’t it just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”
I looked at it in dull admiration. “Oh no, please, not a corset again!”
“But yes! Just look at yourself! Maybe Dad could do quite a lot to your body, but he definitely couldn’t make you any thinner! You don’t want to be a wall-flower, do you? And besides, I want to have a pretty sister, not a fat one!”
I gulped. I knew it was important for girls to look nice; I just never knew how important it really was.
“Come, we have to suffer for beauty!” She giggled. “At least you have to! Now, come over here and let me help you!”
Right this moment two of the younger nurses entered my room. “Oh, what have you got there? Is that a corset? A real old fashioned corset? Wow! That looks very restrictive! Just look at all the boning and feel how stiff it is! I wouldn’t like to wear one of these!!”
“Me neither,” I said, hoping the two girls would take my part. They didn’t.
Instead, the two young nurses grabbed my by my arms and dragged me out of my cot. “No!” I cried. “Yes!” they cheered. “Come on, little girl! We are just going to help you! We’ll make it nice and tight!” And then to my sister: “Well, what are we going to do? It’s not really a part of our education, you know!”
Claudia laughed. “Of course not! Well, you see, I’m going to hold her hands like this, and then you will clasp the corset around her waist from behind…yes, exactly, just like you are doing, and now, you (pointing at the other girl) may close the studs on her busk, starting with number two from the top…yes… all the way down… and finally the top one! Well, there you are! Now you just have to draw in her laces!”
My sister made a running commentary on how the two girls should lace me into my new corset, and I simply felt like vanishing into the ground. Not only due to the new corset, which seemed to be much more restrictive than the one I had worn before – i.e. mother’s corset from her reenactment group – but also because it was simply so humiliating!
They didn’t spare me and it was hard to believe it was the first time they were lacing someone into a tight fitting corset. Soon I begged them to have mercy upon me.
“Please! That’s enough! I can hardly breathe any more!”
“Nonsense!” my sister replied. “Just go on! You got to lace him… I mean her… all the way in; otherwise he won’t be able to don his dirndl. Make it meet in the back but for three inches!”
“No, please, Claudia! It is already much tighter than ever before…please tell them to stop! It hurts…ouuuch!”
She told the nurses to stop and produced a measuring tape, putting it around my waist. “No, it’s not tighter! It’s only 22 inches now and we’ve got to get you down to at least 20 inches; otherwise the belt won’t fit, even though it can be adjusted. But 20 inches will be the widest, 17 the smallest. Maybe it feels tighter, as it is a lot stronger boned than your old corset. Come on now, we got to get her ready!” And with this, she told the girls to start tugging on my laces again.
Now one of them was trying to bring my waist together with her hands, squeezing as much as she could, whilst the other, stronger girl put her knee in the small of my back for better leverage. “Breathe out!” she commanded, but to be honest, there wasn’t much air left in my lungs to breathe out with. Next, a terrible pressure brought the two halves of my corset a lot more together, and it seemed to me I could hear my ribs crack.
I didn’t see much of what was going on, as there was no mirror in the room, but looking down I was now shocked at this sight! All I saw was an enormous amount of white flesh, almost rising to my nose. Well, not quite, and maybe I do exaggerate a little, but anyway, all I saw were two big, beautiful mounds, and I would have been completely out of my mind had I seen them on any girl (but my sister!), but realizing I now had to carry these things around on my own body made me feel sick. And it was the same with the corset! Oh yes, just a few weeks ago the idea of getting any girl (but my sister!) laced tightly into a stiff, whaleboned corset would have driven me nuts, but now, it was just sheer agony! The girls kept squeezing, tugging and laughing, and I became more and more unsteady on my legs. Finally, panting, they bound the laces into a bow and asked Claudia to measure my waist once more.
“Yes, exactly 20 inches! Good job, and thanks a lot for your help! I couldn’t have done without!”
“We were pleased to help,” the one nurse said, who had been pulling my laces. And to me: “You look gorgeous, Daniela! Every boy will eat out of your hand from now on! If we can help another time, just let us know.”
“Yes, we’d like to get more practice,” the other nurse added. “And we will certainly try to get that thing closed around your waist; there’s another three inches to go!” Smiling and laughing they left the room, leaving me completely breathless, whilst Claudia already ordered me to raise my arms.
What followed was already familiar to me. So without much trouble I was again put into my sister’s dirndl. Tying the apron around my tiny waist . Then she led me into the bathroom to admire my new look.
I was stunned! Had I ever seen this on any girl (but my sister!) I would have had an instantaneous ejaculation! I simply stared at this girl and couldn’t believe it was me. It was… Gosh! It was tremendous, and at the same time It was scaring the hell out of me. If I had to go out like this, I would be the cause to world’s end, at least some traffic accidents. I would glue men’s eyes to my body; destroy innocent boys’ lives !
“Well? You’ve seen enough? Come on now, let’s drive home. It’ll be better to get you in your belt as soon as possible! Let’s go now! Stop admiring yourself and just remember, from now on you are as dangerous as an unexploded bomb!”
She was probably right. She was definitely right! My eyes were still ‘male’ eyes, and it was hard to believe, this could be me.
I sat down in the right front seat and at once noticed that car seats and tight corsets don’t really fit together; an ordinary wooden chair in a van would have been better, but I doubt they exist.
Worse was – a lot worse as I soon noticed – the effect the long and strongly boned tip at the bottom of my new corset had
I gave up after a few minutes. Claudia saw my frustration. “Problem, little sister?”
It made me mad. “Don’t call me that! I’m not your little sister!”
Instead of answering she reached out with her free hand and, grabbing my left breast, asked bemused: “You are not? You better get used to the thought, don’t you think so? Or do you still think, you are dreaming?”
I was fuming mad. If just I could get release! And then something came back to my mind making me smile again! Now one thing was certain, they could definitely not use this means of torture – and it sure was one,
One hour more like this in the car was quite a challenge, and I had seen all these lustful stares I got from young and old men, when stopping at traffic lights, but then we would be home, and I would lock myself into my room, take this dress and this terrible corset off and change into something more normal to wear, jeans and a sweatshirt, I think!
