Review: Mr Right Packing Strap

Mr Right Packing Strap

Welcome to the Babeland-sponsored review of Aslan Leather’s Mr Right Packing Strap. This review is going to be a bit different in that it is largely produced by my partner Emmett, a FtM transsexual and the reason I requested this product to review.

Objective:
The Mr Right Packing Strap is really a pretty simple contraption. It consists of a thicker elastic band to go around the hips of the wearer with a pouch made of leather and thinner elastic strips that rests directly over the groin. The leather, as with any Aslan product, is top notch and buttery soft. This product is made specifically for the Mr Right soft-pack cock, which incidentally is the cock with which Emmett chooses to pack. The pouch is made so that the balls rest behind the smaller elastic straps and in front of the leather backing, and the shaft of the penis hangs free.

Now, I was sent the size medium which is meant to fit hip sizes 34 – 38”, but my voluptuous femme hips are roughly 46” inches around and when I tried the harness on it fit me perfectly, even through the sit-down test. So perhaps that’s something to keep in mind: if you want this harness, get the next size down for optimal snugness to avoid riding up when you move around or sit down.

Subjective:
Even before Emmett tried out this harness I could see one advantage: with the leather backing acting as a barrier between the balls of the packer and the skin of the wearer, the packing cock is less likely to acquire the funky smell that is a rather unpleasant combination of silicone and old sweat—the smell that seems to accumulate no matter how clean the cock is kept. But this is only my theoretical advantage; the rest will come from Emmett actually trying out the harness; thus I surrender the stage.

Unfortunately, reports Em, this advantage is really the only one the Mr Right Packing Strap has. Otherwise it is unfortunately a dud in that the hip strap rode up (which, as mentioned before, may be cured by getting a smaller size) and that the leather backing of the pouch was just wide enough to not sit right and chafe his thighs.

Another problem Em noticed particularly with the pairing of the Strap and his long cut breast binder was that when sitting, the otherwise loose-enough-to-ride up strap would cut into his lower abdomen and the crease between torso and thigh. This may not happen if the individual were wearing a shorter cut binder, but in this case he says it was rather uncomfortable to the point where he had to lean back to alleviate the discomfort.

Conclusion:
In the end I have to say that it is very heartening that companies are taking genderqueer and trans-needs into consideration and creating products that fit a specific need such as this. It goes to show that Babeland really is one of the most progressive and forward thinking sex toy companies out there. With a few tweaks the idea of the Mr Right Packing Strap could be more workable but as it is, it’s a little too awkward to be the first thing Emmett reaches for with the purpose of keeping his packing cock safely ensconced in his briefs. We both look forward to seeing further developments in the area of packing accessories.

The Further Progression of M

So, things are always interesting in the world of transsexualism. There have definitely been new developments since last time I updated about M. For example, did I mention he chose his new name? Emmett. Apparently it means “strong.” That certainly fits.

He got this interesting little gadget that fits onto the top of a doorframe, for working out. You can do pull-ups on it, or put it on the floor and use it for dips, pushups, or fit it into the doorway to use as leverage for situps. He’s been using it a lot, trying to lose that girly softness and build manly muscle. *grin* Can’t say as I’m objecting.

The wardrobe, which has always been tomboyish, is slowly getting more and more masculine. He bought polos the other day. I’ve never been a huge fan of polos before, but wow. He rocks the polos. Especially with a fauxhawk and black Chucks. Funny how easily he combines styles, like wearing a rather preppy polo and punking it up that way.

In less trivial matters (although I guess, really, nothing concerning transsexualism, be it clothes or exercise or anything, is trivial), M came out to his little sister last night. They were just talking about transsexualism and the similarities and differences between transsexualism and other alternative lifestyles – is that really a fitting term? – and his sister came right out and asked. She took it really well, said she was proud of M and would keep it quiet until M is ready to tell the rest of the family. I think M was happy to see that his sister took it so well; it gives him hope that the coming out will go more or less smoothly with the rest of the family.

M has been talking more and more about getting a breast reduction in preparation for total top surgery. He has been reading that in order to get clearance for the more involved surgeries, the doctors involved in the psychiatric aspect like to see that the person can pass as a man for a certain period of time. M, well… has breasts. Very visible breasts that prevent him from truly passing as a man. We’ve been talking about him going to the doctor to discuss breast-related back pain as an opening into breast reduction surgery, but I know he’s worried about finances. Sucks when you can’t be who you need to be because of money.

But, all in all, besides that obstacle, things are going well.

Oh, and may I just say that he looks HOT in boxer briefs?

The Road to M

So a few days ago I wrote a post about my not-quite-girlfriend-anymore M. I don't mean "not quite" in the sense that we're no longer together; I mean "not quite" in the sense that "girlfriend" doesn't really fit anymore. See... M no longer stands for the ultra-girly name she - he - was born with. It stands for Emmett. Here it is.

The Growth & Progress of my Boifriend

Time and exposure to new thought processes has begun to change M in a variety of delightful ways. It’s funny, really. When I first met her she had lonnnng hair. She wasn’t the girliest girl, but she did like to get a little feminine occasionally. Usually the femininity would consist of makeup or jewelry, or a lower cut top. (Of course, now I realize that none of these things are exclusive to femininity or even femme-ininity, but bear with me.) However, when I met her, she was for all intents and purposes straight. Her queer side had not yet been awoken. That’s where I come in!

A couple months of steady flirting and not a little bit of alcohol later, queer M was born. It was a small revelation at first. She didn’t immediately go and hack all her hair off and start buying cuff links and ties. Just realizing she wasn’t straight was enough at the time. But she began to get more and more curious, particularly after we moved out of the state in which we both grew up, away from our families and away from that traditional dynamic that we’d both grown up in. Our families are both amazingly open-minded and welcoming, but still, her family in particular is very traditional in that none of its other members really deviate from socio-sexual and gender norms.

That was when my boifriend really started coming out. The hair was hacked off. All of the girlier jewelry was abandoned. All makeup was thrown by the wayside. More men’s clothing—particularly, dressy men’s clothing like nice slacks and button downs—was bought. Ties were bought. Just about all the clothes with any hint of femininity were tossed into a donation bag. She hasn’t shaved her legs in not even she knows how long. (Funnily enough, I haven’t noticed. I guess it just doesn’t stand out that much on her.) The boi was coming alive.

M has always hated her breasts. She’s always been an active tomboy type, so her large breasts were always in the way and certainly didn’t suit her lifestyle. Well, now they really don’t suit her lifestyle, nor do they suit the image she wants to portray to the world. It goes further than that now, though. She’s becoming more and more interested in fully transitioning. She reads about it on the Internet. We talk about it a lot. She’s looking up books to buy with her tax return money. She wants to meet other transgendered people to talk with. It’s been… well, utterly fascinating to witness. She keeps asking me about it, making sure I’m okay with it; I keep telling her that whatever she wants to do, I’m okay with. It doesn’t matter to me what she looks like. I love all genders. She—or maybe one day, he—will always be my M.

In fact, I almost prefer her this way. I love having an in-between, genderfucked partner. There’s never a dull moment. One day she’s my boyish, dykey girlfriend and the next day she’s dressed to the nines, shoes shined, fedora rakishly placed—indubitably my boifriend.

Whatever name I call her, or whatever pronoun—and that’s another thing; more and more often lately I find myself referring to her as him—whatever genitals or clothes or anything, she is still my M, my it-doesn’t-get-better-than-this-how-did-I-get-so-lucky life partner. We’re sharing our individual journeys with each other, and they’ve only been made that much better by doing so.
M has started his own blog here on Blogger: The Road to M. Check it out - it's pretty good stuff!