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Omero Luxor Pantyhose, A New Pantyhose Just Like a Fine Wine

I happen to believe pantyhose are like fine wine and, coincidentally, treat them as so. Therefore, I have my “cellar” with dozens of pairs of Wolford, Oroblu, Pierre Mantoux… you name it. I even lucky to own a couple select pairs of Victorias Secret tights that could probably get a good price on eBay. But, no, those are for that special day I want my legs to feel extra glammy.

So when a new pantyhose comes around, I always have to try them to see if I should add a few bottles to the cellar, so to speak. Indeed, the Omero Luxor 40 pantyhose caught my eye since 1) They are from Italy, the center of premium pantyhose manufacturing and 2) They are nice and shiny, exactly my type. I bought a couple pairs and began the long anticipated wait to slip into them.

To my surprise, they were all the sexiness and then more than I expected. I’ve tried so many pairs of pantyhose that new ones most often don’t stand up to my favorites and end up being used for bank robberies (kidding). In other words, I usually set myself up for disappointment. After all, isn’t there a sometimes a new wine you try that makes you wince and nearly vomit?

Well, the Omero Luxor 40 does not fall into that category, rather, I would call it the fine wine. Immediately after opening the package in a Playa Nature shade, I could tell these were very high quality. So, I took an unprecedented step of putting the pantyhose right down (instead of excitedly slipping them on), going into the bathroom and shaving my legs, getting ready for what might be an orgasmic experience.

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Ten Reasons Why My Life Will Never Be the Same With Pantyhose

I quite simply love pantyhose. It’s hard, though, to love something so much and not have it change your life in some way, if maybe a little perverted. Yet perversion is lovely, fun and sexy thing to dwell in so here are my reasons why my life will never be the same with pantyhose. Well, besides the obvious really…

10. Three words: hand wash, ugh.

9. The razor for my legs is more expensive than the one for my face.

8. I say things now such as, “bare legs… ewww!”

7. I spend more on a pair of pantyhose than on a date.

6. Suntan has a whole new happier meaning now.

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Top Ten Things Crossdressers Need to Stop Doing, Now

Sure, we as crossdressers like to have our fun and our whole motto is “we do whatever the fuck we want, dressed as women” am I right? While we surely do not live by a behavior code (or any kind of code, really), there are some things, however, we might want to pay some mind to. As in please, for the sake of our beloved crossdressing community, quit doing this shit!

So without further ado, I present ten things crossdressers need to stop doing right this second.

10. Using the terms “passable,” “lesbian,” “slut” or “whore” to describe ourselves unless, of course, a vagina was recently installed.

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Seven Things I Hate as a Crossdresser

Unfortunately, I’m in one of those negative moods today. Enough so to make me hate everything… well almost. Slipping into some Wolford tights, however, just isn’t the same, seemingly lacking in joy of digging into my femme side to ease the bad vibes. I don’t think new heels could even cure my case of get the hell away from me today.

So, in honor of negative bullshit, I feel it is my duty to call out on the seven things I really hate as a crossdresser, not in any particular order. They all pretty much suck, er, I mean can go suck.

1. Hair, That Which is Not on Thy Head

Have you ever shaved all of your body hair? It is a fucking tedious process that takes a minimum of two hours. And don’t get me started if the Remington isn’t fully charged. Afterwards, though, is a bliss of silky smooth delight, sliding around on your sheets and your pantyhose not having to hold back the wild forage overgrowing your crotch.

Then a week later, back to hairy and hours trimming. Maybe this time, I’ll remember to charge the damn shaver.

We’re not even talking about the beard either. Not even Estee Lauder can hide that 5 o’ clock shadow when you doll yourself up. Oddly enough, some other Eurovision winning singers can pull it off with class. Just don’t let this become a trend though.

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Blackmailed, A Reluctant Slave Crossdresser, Part IV

Part IV: A Toy Now Broken

Danielle, still bound tightly to the table, ankles bound one to each leg of it, doesn’t attempt to writhe herself free nor even says a word. The beautiful crossdresser that she is in her lovely black corset, black pantyhose, wig and now-smudged makeup lay helpless and broken, having been violated quite extensively at “both ends” by Greg and Alicia.

In a slight bit of irony, she somewhat enjoys her first foray as a crossdresser slave, having lived out one of her own secret fantasies of being bound by another and forced into submission while head to toe in silky lingerie and pantyhose. Unfortunately, it comes at the expense of that blackmail hanging over her head on the part of her captors. The world would end for her if news about her crossdressing became known to her girlfriend and family.

“Is this over now?” she wonders, pondering the wetness on her ass, now full of Greg’s come.

Alicia turns to Greg, both still on the sofa, and says to him “I want his ass.”

Greg smiles knowing exactly what is on her mind. He gets up and unties Danielle’s ankles and the long piece of cord securing her to the table. Yet he leaves her wrists still bound tightly behind her back. He then flips her over on the table so she is lying on top of her bound arms. Danielle doesn’t even resist, practically giving in to whatever they desire. A good slave she is, no doubt.

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Blackmailed, A Reluctant Slave Crossdresser, Part III

Part III: A Perfect Toy For Couples

“Don’t you think she could use a quick makeover?” Alicia asks Greg smiling while looking down at Danielle, now passed out on the sofa from the spiked wine. Greg nodded in agreement, not really hearing her question, but rather, staring at Danielle’s body, draped in the black corset and pantyhose, and lusting for all of the things he wanted to do to it.

While Alicia went off to grab her makeup kit, Greg propped Danielle upright giving her a soft kiss on the lips and whispering “your all mine now little crossdresser slave.” Seconds later, Alicia returns with a makeup tray and wig, which she immediately places on Danielle’s head.

You can say the wig that was all that Danielle needed to complete her transformation from Daniel. Instead of the crossdresser that he was, she has a slender body and a somewhat feminine profile where adding the wig is like flipping the switch between male to female. Alicia applying the finishing touches of makeup to her face was just the icing on the cake.

Indeed, all of this didn’t go unnoticed by Greg, gaining an erection by the second as he strips off his clothes. Not quite into crossdressing himself, he does have a quite the fetish for pantyhose to which his wife, Alicia, happily enjoys with him. Of course, he also has that “thing” for very convincing crossdressers, something Alicia also finds appealing and exciting in her own way.

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Blackmailed, A Reluctant Slave Crossdresser, Part II

Part II: A Proposition She Couldn’t Refuse

Daniel finally arrives home after a day of casually running errands, just the usual weekend catch up tasks in his normally busy schedule. He enters the lobby of his apartment complex, checks his mailbox and finds inside a letter, completely unmarked of a name or address. “This is odd,” he thinks to himself curiously looking at the envelope as he locks his mailbox and goes upstairs.

As soon as he enters his apartment, he grabs a knife and rips open the envelope to find a letter containing a printed image and a message, seemingly sinister looking in all capital letters. Daniel gasps in shock as he recognizes the image as himself crossdressed in a rather sultry pose on his bed wearing nothing but a teddy and pantyhose. He suddenly remembers now that this could only have come from his “Danielle” Facebook page.

Then he reads the message. “What? Tomorrow night at the corner store?” he thinks out loud to himself. “Is this some kind of joke?” Daniel begins to worry that this appears to be an attempt to blackmail him by outing him as a crossdresser in public.

Little did he know of what was really in store to come, so to speak.

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Blackmailed, A Reluctant Slave Crossdresser, Part I

Early one Saturday morning, Daniel and his girlfriend, Jan, were just exiting his apartment when they ran into Greg, who lives two doors down and on his way out to grab a cup of coffee at the corner store. They make their typical friendly but superficial small talk as neighbors usually do. You know, how are you? Weather looks great today, doesn’t it? The same old bullshit regurgitated over and over each time they saw each other.

What wasn’t obvious, however, were the secrets between them, one in particular, held by Daniel.

Daniel, to those that know him, is the typical young professional that most aspire to be. Fit, attractive, has a good job as a banker and quite the attractive girlfriend in Jan, who he plans to propose to sometime in the near future. Yet for pretty much all of his life, he has secretly dedicated his time to another passion of his. That is, crossdressing.

There was nothing he loved more, when Jan wasn’t around that is, than to pull out that locked trunk from under his bed and drape himself in the magical contents contained within. Expensive pantyhose, sexy lingerie, expensive dresses, makeup, wigs and, of course, the two pairs of Louboutine heels to round out the collection.

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Oh, The Narcissist Pantyhose Loving Crossdressers We Are

I was on Twitter the other day (a more frequent occurence now) and had a look at a long lost tweet I had saved a while back…

https://twitter.com/WTFCrazyLaws/status/351320491564351489

I retweeted and saved it for a reason. I pondered in those very words a bit and I couldn’t help but to think that this was directed right at me. When you think about it, though, isn’t it directed at likely the majority of hot blooded crossdressers, transvestites and other “T’s” out there?

Yes, those of you who can’t pry themselves from the mirror dreaming that you’re either some kind of pantyhose model goddess or high-priced glamour hooker whose phone won’t stop ringing (my hand raised too). I’m fairly confident there is a huge narcissistic component to our feminine alter-egos that probably just comes with the territory.

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A New Look

If you’ve paid a visit here before then you probably notice things around here look a little different now. Don’t worry, you’re still on the correct website. Yes it’s dark, a change from the white and bright, which probably reflects the purity of my soul. Or maybe the Anthracite shade of Wolford Neons I just came in the other day (yes, I cleaned it off).

So, on to the updates . Here were some of those lovely changes done…

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