Holy Boobs, Batman: Buying a Corset
I bought my very first corset last weekend. I know, I’m a big girl now!
Getting fitted for one is definitely an experience. This is not an in-and-out kinda shopping trip. If you’re gonna do it, give yourself some time.
The saleslady at Frederick’s of Hollywood was a pro. Fun, polite and professional. She noticed me perusing the racks of corsets (on sale!) and asked if I had ever tried one on.
“Um, no. But I’m thinking about it.”
“Oh you should! They’re fun! Keep in mind that our styles go by your bra size, so if you need help finding one, just let me know.”
I grabbed a couple that I liked in what I thought was my size. The lady, let’s call her Gina, was back in a flash. “I’ll just go start a dressing room for you. Take your time.”
I browsed and picked up a few more things to try on, then headed back towards the dressing rooms. Well-lit. Door that lock. Lots of hooks. Padded bench for sitting. Niiice.
Gina said, “Since this is your first time, I really suggest you let me help you try it on. Are you comfortable with that?”
I nodded and Gina instructed me to “go get ready”…I assumed this meant take off my top and bra, so I did.
The corset was really loose at first, with two sets of laces up the back and a row of small hooks all down the front. I did up the hooks, then Gina really showed off her muscles as she cinched me up. Very tightly. So tightly, in fact, that I was hanging onto some of the garment hooks for balance. Good god, that was tight.
Gina frowns. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “This is way too big, girl. There’s no cleavage at all. I’ll be right back.”
So she brings me back a corset 2 sizes smaller than the one I had picked out (yea!!) and we do the whole thing over again, minus her fingers hooking me up. She pulls. I suck in. She ties. I hold on for dear life. She yanks. I adjust.
The whole time I am thinking, Please let this look sexier than it feels!
I turn around to look in the full-length mirror, and…wow. Holy boobs, Batman. My girls are perfectly showcased in black brocade, looking soft and high and inviting. They’re big to begin with, so the presentation is more than I’d hoped for. And my waist is carved into that hourglass figure I can’t quite achieve on my own. I can’t really breathe, but it looks fabulous. I love it.
Gina smiles and gives me time to admire myself, running my hands over my cleavage and torso. Her next suggestion is surprising but smart- “Now I’m going to leave. Take this off and put it back on again. We want to make sure you can do all the hooks, now that it’s been cinched. Remember to start at the bottom.”
This girl knows what she’s talking about. I ran into trouble once I got to my breasts. I ended up having to lay down on the bench in order to get the thing fastened. But it worked! I even found that after having had it on for so long, it was becoming less and less uncomfortable.
I was thrilled, and thanked Gina profusely. I walked out with my very first corset. And two bras. And some new fishnets. And a babydoll nighty. And some crotchless panties. But that’s another story.