I can remember when I was a little boy. My parents made me wear overalls for kindergarten one day, although I also had wanted them. They were rigid indigo denim (the stiff, Navy blue kind) with the big brass buckles. It was 1985, I believe. Since they didn't just stop at your waist, I was fascinated by that. I had to be reminded how to put them on. My Dad came up to my room as I was dressing that day, to help me. "First, pick out the T-shirt you want to have on underneath your front bib, and wear that." I did so. It seemed weird to me, putting on pants that came with a bib that goes up and over your shirt. It's like I still needed to keep my food from spilling on my shirt while I ate or something. I asked him do I just wear my briefs (underwear) on under them, and he said, "Yes, start with just your underwear and the shirt that you want to have on behind your bib." "Now, just put on the pants like you would ordinarily." So, I did. Then he said, "You have to button the side bib buttons (that is what he said they were called as opposed to the button in the middle of pant -- meaning the two buttons on each side of a pair of bib overalls near the hips) so they bring the front waistband up in front of your underwear." I remember how the waistband of that particular pair of bib overalls happened to come just to where my T-shirt bottom was and where my underpants began. "Now, bring the bib straps up and over your shoulders," he reminded me. I reached behind me and brought each bib strap up, over my shoulder, one at a time. They felt like seat belts on me, they were so massively wide. I felt the sliding buckle on each strap. "That's the sliding bib strap buckle, you can move it to adjust the bib straps to be like they are a different length." I fiddled with them for a bit. "OK, c'mon, now bring the bib up and over your shirt," he instructed me, "and fasten on the bib clips to the buttons on the top of the bib." Bib clips were what he called the metal buckles on the ends of the straps. I can remember bringing the bib slowly up over my shirt. I felt like it was controlling me. I couldn't see part of the design on the front of my shirt anymore, and I felt like a little kid (to me then, "little kid" meant like a toddler). Guiding the button on one side of the bib, I stuck it through the big round part of the bib strap buckle. Then I pulled it down until it went "CLICK!" "OK, now do the other side," Dad told me. I felt this weird sensation like I was controlled. It made me feel interesting. I went down the stairs to continue getting ready for school. I felt kind of embarrassed to, as I felt like, basically needing to have a bib up in front of my shirt as part of the very pants I was wearing. Like I couldn't not be messy otherwise. I told my Mom, who was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, that I wanted to go upstairs and change into something else. "No, you can't, we'll be late for school!" I cried my eyes out and fussed, I very much wanted to be out of the overalls. But finally, I relented. Then I remember just feeling so completely mortified at school...I was so ashamed, but also excited in a strange kind of way, and kept staring at that bib that was in front my shirt all day. Partly, I kept thinking like other kids would see my underwear through the gap between where the side bib buttons on your hips are and where the fabric is sewn together. Finally, I made it home and got into something different. But I will never forget that day. As an adult, now i wear bib overalls all the time. They are the opposite of my work clothes. And of course, they are comfy and make me feel great. I hope to someday meet someone else who is male and lives in my area -- Washington, DC -- who also likes to wear bib overalls. I love seeing tall men in bib overalls. Wish I could find a nice guy who will be my bib overalls buddy. Let me know if interested.
