Granger 29
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 29 - We break our chains
This was a great break through, and immediately it did something for her, transforming her shape into much nearer my ideal of what I would have her be. Unfortunately they were only one size and I would have liked her to have larger ones. How I did make them to order myself I may say later. Nevertheless, I was daily going through the city main street on my bicycle to work and I would watch the shops to see if there was anything attractive that I could afford, money was not so tight now. If I saw something that I thought I would like to wear, then I would get her to go in and try it on to see if it suited her.
So one day I spotted a nice black not dress with a pink underskirt on the model, in the window, wearing a black waspie belt, and I could visualise Ethel in this ensemble. It had the type of neckline she preferred and a nice full skirt, and on the model, a nicely shaped waist. Next day we went down together and into the shop and asked to try on the dress. She had on her new bust forms, high healed shoes and was wearing her 14 inch corsets. The dress was put on over her head and was a lovely fit, just the right length, giving a fair display of her legs and heels. Then she tried on the waspie belt. It snapped right in to her tiny waist, where it hung loosely. I said to the girl, "The dress is O.K. but the belt is too big. Can you adjust it for us?"
This astonished the young lady, so that she went out and told the proprietor who said, "I've never had anyone make such a request before. How much do you want taken out/" I said, "Take about 3 inches off the elastic, at least." He replied that was easily done, but was I sure that was what I wanted, as once cut off it could not be put back. He showed me that all that was needed was to undo the stitching on one belt buckle, then cut off 3 inches, which was done, a few stitches and the buckle was back and I had what to him appeared to be a very short little elastic belt. Then I clasped it round Ethel's waist, where it now gripped firmly, pulling the thin dress in, to show off her magnificently tiny waist to perfection.
The shop girl called him over saying, "You must see this waist. It in unbelievable." So Ethel walked out into the shop from the cubicle, and the proprietor just gasped. "I've never seen anything like it for years and even when wasp waists were to be seen, never have I seen one so small. How do you eat and how long has it been so? How did you get it and how do you keep it? What size is it?" To which I replied that it was not so small as it once had been, but it was now 14 inches and had been 13 inches, which we hoped one day it would be so again. That she ate as much as I did and never dieted. That it was the result of many years training, since we had been married and it was all done with good corseting. He called all the girls in to see it before we left.
We left him, scratching his head and I guess he had a lot to talk about afterwards about what he had seen. I must say, that the metal studded belt did appear to sever her in two parts, while above it showed off her improved bust form and below, flowered out over her wide spreading hips, accentuating the tiny waist above. She was indeed a sight for sore eyes. It was Summer time, just the right weather for wearing it, for it could be worn as an afternoon frock or a summer dress, so we packed up old dress and left the shop while she was still wearing it.
If the effect had startled the girls in the shop and the owner, it was no less electrifying in its effects on the people who now saw her fully exposed as she was, a with that tiny waist in all its glory. Women all around wore wearing waspie belts to show off waspie waists, but here was a real wasp indeed on show.
As we walked along I could hear gasps from every side, with ejaculations such as, "I don't believe it is true! What a tiny waist! How does she live like that!" Then some one would say, "My that in Mrs. Granger. You've seen her many times doing this and that." Then someone would say, "She must be pretty helpless, and cannot do much like that." I would hear them reply, "But she does. She has an allotment and I have seen her digging in it." Or, "I've seen her at work for the W.V.S, riding a bicycle etc. You remember she always wears such very high heels and walks well in them too, and her ears are quite unique."
When I made some excuse to hang behind, to look at her rear view, I found quite a lot of people following her, or turning round to stare, perhaps to see if she would fall apart. Then I would hear some envious female say, "What wouldn't I give to have a waist like that. However does she do it?" Or sometimes a man would say to his wife, "I wish you had a waist like that. Wouldn't it be nice to feel my arm around it?" For many weeks, when we walked out this is more or less what happened all the time, until we got so used to it that we became unconscious of it and took little notice, but when ever I turned around, there were people looking back at her. They had done this when she first wore very high heels, they had walked around to inspect her ears, but now they really had something they could not explain away.
Even if we could not hear what they said I could see their reactions. As we approached and they caught their first sight of that tiny waist, one would nudge the other, say something, then both pairs of eyes would be focussed in an unbelieving stare. On looking back, we would see them standing to discuss her waist and this was easily discerned for often they would have their two hands together in a circle, as though they were clasping them around it, to indicate how small it was. Frequently, they would come up and speak to us, saying how much they admired it and wanting to know how long she had had it, and how she got it so small, wishing they could emulate her. Of course it was inevitable that there were some who sneered or laughed, but most were too astounded to say anything, but goggle. It was on that day that we broke one of the chains that bound us for so long, for one inhibition had been cast on one side. We had found our courage to face up to the world and show what Ethel was really like. How I wished then, that we had done so long ago. From then on, we displayed her waist openly whenever and wherever possible.
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