Crossdressing activities often lead to ‘interesting’ situations, many of which in retrospect can bring a smile to the face. I recounted a few such CD incidents in response to a Forum in February 2023 ( https://www.crossdresserheaven.com/forums/topic/funny-stories-both-crossdressing-and-non-crossdressing-related/). But there is one incident that still sends a shiver down my spine whenever I recall it.
It all started about 10 or 12 years ago when I decided I would like to try a corset to see if I could reduce my waist a bit. I decided I needed to find a retailer where I could try one on under guidance. The location of the retailer also needed to fit in with my business trips (I was very much ‘in the closet’ at that time). Using the internet I researched potential sources of corsets and eventually narrowed it down to two options:
1. Camden Market in North London.
I had a business meeting coming up in Camden, so decided it would provide a great opportunity to visit the market which is a huge and diverse variety of outlets crammed into a small area but teeming with visitors. I did find the corset ‘shop / market stall’, but it soon became clear that there would be no privacy for discussing options with the lady and it was far too public a location to try a corset on!! So I chickened out.
2. The ”What Katie Did” shop, nestled under the A40 viaduct in West London.
I had an afternoon business flight out of Heathrow, so I went to the shop in the morning. Was I nervous! I hung around outside at a discrete distance until I was sure there were no other customers in the shop, then plucked up the courage to go in. The young goth lady looking after the shop looked a bit scary but turned out to be really sweet and was very helpful. After a discussion on what I was trying to achieve she suggested a particular under-bust style of corset and offered to lace me into it. Wow! I loved it. It took at least 2” off my waist and made me feel really special. I had to buy it and asked if I could keep it on under my male clothes, so I left the shop wearing it and went to a nearby shopping mall where I had an hour walking around revelling in the feel of the corset, blissfully unaware of the trauma that lay ahead.
But all good things must come to an end, so back into the car and I drove round to the off-airport car park at Heathrow and parked up in a quiet corner. All I need to do now is to whip my shirt off, slip the corset off, shirt on, grab my luggage and hop on the shuttle bus. Then the problems hit me - .how the &*^§ do I manage to get these laces undone? The corset is very tightly laced, the knots are impossibly tight and time is of the essence!
Options:
1. Find a way to cut the laces. Have I got anything in my luggage that I could use to cut them? But why destroy an exquisite expensive corset?
2. Keep it on, risk the steel boning setting off the airport security scanner alarms, get dragged off to a side room for interrogation, risk missing my flight, explain to senior management why I was not in the meeting the following day …
3. Drive back to the shop and ask the lovely goth lady to unlace me. I would definitely miss the flight and face all the associated consequences …
4. Persevere with trying to undo the laces by hand and hope I can get it done in time so that I don’t miss the flight. Also hope no one else decides to park next to me in this quiet corner of the car park. This seemed to be the only sensible option. In an effort consisting of unimaginable contortions that would have made Houdini proud, and 10 – 15 minutes of SERIOUS sucking in and holding in my stomach to try and reduce the tension on the knots, I eventually loosened and undid the knots. I was free! Fortunately nobody parked up near me so my strange contorted behaviour remained unobserved. I quickly got dressed again, ‘calmly’ waited … and waited … and waited for the next shuttle bus and fortunately managed to catch the flight in time.
I still have that corset, though sadly the lovely “What Katie Did” shop under the A40 Westway arches has gone (I think) but they still trade online. In the years since I bought it I have managed to self-lace myself into it a few times, but I never managed to get the waist reduction that I enjoyed on that first occasion. And since I retired 7 years ago I have not had the chance to try again. Maybe one day … but meanwhile I still shudder at the thought of what might have happened on that first encounter with my lovely corset.