A hard lesson to learn. One would assume that a drag queen that, for the most part, wears nothing but corsets, would have learned the limitations of such articles of clothing. Unfortunately I dared to test the gods and mow down on a Double Double with animal fries at In N Out. 

A few of us had just finished doing a photo shoot for a new building going up downtown. It was such an incredible experience:

"Oh what did you do this weekend Ginger?

"Oh not much. Just a few girlfriends and I dressed to the nines, worked with a professional photographer, and ended up with a photo that made my friends and I look like we were the Reno Sex and the City girls ... NBD"

Of course to prepare stuffing myself into my latest instrument of torture, I refused to eat or drink anything for hours leading up to the shoot. So, it was safe to say, that at the end of the photo shoot, I was ready to put up my heels and stuff my face.  We rush to In N Out, procure our guilty pleasures and then proceeded to drive around the corner to our usual hiding spot; a space we have called "The Fat Girl Spot"

Halfway through my Double Double, I noticed a pressure brewing in  my breastal region. I surveyed that the pressure was occurring at the intersection of my spanks and the corsets tightest part. I thought I could plow through the rest of my burger and animal fries and survive until I had returned to the safety and comfort of my home to release my fat rolls from their prison. However, I couldn't keep it in anymore and I had to unzip the corset and tear it from my body. It was at that point that a wave of relief and orgasmic pleasure rushed over me. It also happened to be the point when a couple and their two children decided to walk in front of our car. 

Oops. What? Haven't you seen a topless drag queen stuffing her face under the awning of a Chevron gas station? What? I'm just saying.