Dear Mrs. Rainwater,
I’ve always been very curious when recalling my path leading up to becoming a crossdresser (and likely a future transvestite roaming the streets). It all seems to trace back to you as my teacher in my very first year of school when I was just five years old at the time. Actually those memories of you are still quite vivid in my mind.
I remember you would always wear those blue tights with sandals that would let those glorious hosed feet show. On those days, I would obsess over those gorgeous blue legs adding to the innocent boyhood crush I had on you. Of course, how could I forget, there was that one day where you lined up me and all of the other students and gave each one of us a big kiss on the cheek in appreciation of having us as students.
I’m sure you’re aware that doing that today would send you right to jail. However, I took it for what you intended it to be: reaffirming that crush I had on you was the real thing, even though I was five.
Since then, I wanted to be just like you, starting with the tights.
I became so obsessed with tights, that is, starting with the pairs I stole from my sister, who was catching on to my love for them. Then one day, I scrounged up my allowance money to buy my own pair of L’Eggs Sheer Energy pantyhose in an off-black color. My very own shiny, sensual, nylon-covered legs gave me such a thrill, almost as much as that smooch you laid on me years before.
Usually when I post here, I’m very much “in the mood.” That is, not just dressing the part but living up to it so to speak. It is usually morning time, I’ve had my cup of coffee and am in my cute satin robe that just barely covers my ass. Of course, I have on silky pantyhose, high heels and, to feel extra sassy, throw on some lipstick (now a regular thing).
While it is a major turn-on to see my silken self shine, I’ve embraced my feminine role enough now to go beyond the usual crossdresser frolicking and into a realm which hasn’t been penetrated to the full extent yet (excuse the pun).
Namely, I can’t stop thinking about that feminized penis that wants to violate me and make me believe I’m a true woman.
Maybe five or six years ago, the thought would have never even crossed my mind. I was a happy-go-lucky crossdresser content with throwing on a pair of nice pantyhose with a cheap bra and panties, wank it then call it a day. You know, the typical practice during the some twenty years prior. Then one day something dawned on me, or you can say the little girl in me was starting to bloom.
It feels quite sexy to look like a woman in her skimpies and admire it in a mirror but what would it be like to feel and take pleasure like one? Rolling around in nylon and lace isn’t quite the same so there I was one day, laying in bed (lingerie, hose and all) getting into various positions and pretending I was on the receiving end of a good pelvic clapping. The fact that it made me question my, at that time, heterosexual self (I’m not gay, am I?) actually made it even more alluring.
Odds are that if you are reading this right now then you quite have the pantyhose fetish. You probably even have on a pair right this moment slowly massaging your growing hard-on as you are reading on these words like an erotic fantasy. Don’t be shy or afraid to admit it (I’m not as I am writing this). Let your lust for silky nylon take over and dominate you.
Now I ask, is that all you have on, just a favorite pair of pantyhose from a cache full of others of varying types?
So there you are all dolled up in that skimpy dress, favorite pantyhose and super tall heels and you can’t resist what is looking back at you in the mirror. It gets just a tad boring though with the hand to penis thing that you’ve done for, oh, the 10,000th time in your life. You’re a crossdresser for God’s sake so you are use to an alternative sexual lifestyle.
Why not explore this further? I’ll even let you have a look at my little bag of tricks.
I was lying awake in bed with my little camisole top, panties, some super silky bronze Elly 40’s and daydreaming.
What would it be like to model pantyhose and be immortalized on that package sold all over the world? I have a thin, athletic figure and nice legs. It’s time for a new profession.
There I am in a studio with odds and ends furniture, bright lamps all around, a professional photographer, the assistant, a makeup artist and me, the model, in the middle of everything.
Having nothing on but a barely noticable bra, I’m given a pair of shiny 30d pantyhose to put on, the real star of the show to take place on my body.
Pantyhose enthusiasts (or fetishists, perverts, weirdos if you’re so inclined) generally have a routine whenever there is a day off with some time to kill or the wife and kids have left you alone for a few days. Ah, yes, now free to see the “mistress” that is our beloved woman´s garment. Yes, that includes myself if you couldn’t tell already. So here’s a little insight to a hot date with a longtime love affair…
For some, like myself, being a crossdresser has the rather sad outcome of having to masturbate to relieve that burning tension that occurs frequently. Although I can say that I’ve had a great jerk-off here or there, relying on masturbation alone is, face it, fairly one dimensional and boring. Of course I’d love to share this with another but, well, there’s that whole closet thing I’m locked in.