As a major pantyhose enthusiast, there was always that one lingering desire I’ve always had in the back of my head. Ever since I’ve seen those images of those super shiny seamless Wolford pantyhose worn on those lucky-as-hell models, I knew I had to have a pair. Sure, the Wolford Fatal Neon were discontinued in the last millennium, but they can be found. That is, if you don’t mind skipping your rent payment for the month.
Still, the fantasy of draping the queen of the pantyhose over my legs and basking in their shiny glow persisted for years. Years of checking those eBay listings became a routine of window shopping for that one thing I’ll probably never buy in my lifetime. Besides, Wolford makes the Neon 40 pantyhose which are currently the reigning queen and make quite a nice private time in those silken legs they leave.
Yet, recently, I found a pair that only cost the arm and let me keep the leg. I purchased them on the spot, then waited like a kid on Christmas for that delivery. Of course, I opened up that package like that same kid on Christmas.
It’s not news that I’m a lover of Wolford, especially my beloved Neon 40. There’s nothing like draping your legs in pure pantyhose perfection, paying a small fortune to do it and then feel like the queen you always dreamed of being. I have six pairs now that get use on those special occasions and make me 100% happy to be a crossdresser.
If you ever looked around the Wolford Boutique, away from the Neon 40 page, though, those perfect models showcasing the Wolford line of luxury lingerie are quick to grab your eye. Personally, I’m left wondering how that 100 EUR bra and 50 EUR panty would look paired with their luxurious hose. Then I default to the 20 EUR Wonderbra and 15 EUR matching thong panty and use the savings on an alcoholic binge.
One particular item caught my eye, however, which was the Satin Deluxe Stocking Belt which was strange because I don’t really have a thing for garter belts or stockings. Sure, I’d be open to wearing them and, of course, they turn me on like they would seeing them on another sexy crossdresser. I just don’t currently have stockings or a garter belt and haven’t tried one on since I was maybe eighteen years old. Nope, take that back, I do have those black stockings from when I was eighteen. How time flies…
So what the fuck, I got the belt and some stockings to match. Since I’m a lover of suntan pantyhose, I got the belt in a more flesh tone color, cosmetic, and managed to score some Wolford Neon hold-up stockings in a suntan color (Gobi). Note that instead of the Wolford Boutique, I purchased the stocking belt on eBay, where I found a much better price. The stockings were a different story, however, since they were discontinued. You only live once though, right?
I’ve pretty much lost hope for a revival of the pantyhose of my dreams, the gorgeous Wolford Fatal Neon. Sure, if I’m lucky, I could find them on eBay and fork over a small fortune for a pair that quite certainly has been opened and come upon (which, before today, I would have been fine with). I, however, ran across something that nearly brought this pantyhose enthusiast to tears.
If you’ve never been to Shapings.com, they are quite a treasure trove for legwear, like a Walmart for your pantyhose and even some lingerie needs. What really sets them apart is their large selection of imported, high end hosiery, basically a one-stop shop for the serious pantyhose fetishist. They are based in Canada and ship overseas (yes, USA too) and have been a very reliable source for those hard to find items, even out here in Europe.
So imagine my curiosity when I see on their home page an image which looked eerily similar to those I’ve seen of the Wolford Fatal Neon. Not only that but, holy shit, you can buy them. So I did the next logical thing, let out an OMG in a girly shriek (last time you’ll ever see OMG here again by the way), and clicked to the page, mouse hand shaking.
And there it was in all it’s glory, the Krystelle 30 Seamless pantyhose made by… Shapings themseleves? Quite interestingly, they teamed with an Italian manufacturer to produce the Krystelle 30 pantyhose to their specs and then brand them as their own. I say what a genius they are to see the void the discontinuation of the Fatal Neon long ago had created and jumped in to save the day.
I have a small request on behalf of all those with a fine taste in pantyhose, including those with a severe pantyhose fetish, some who just love their legs to shine brightly and others with a general aversion to looking at seams on their pantyhose. Yes, I would fall under all three by the way.
Please, oh dear God please, will you bring back the Fatal Neon yet once again?
Anybody who was familiar with your brand surely remembers the brilliant campaign you did with Helmut Newton way back in the 80’s that still draws raves even to this very day. Why, I can even remember long ago finding an image of the Fatal Neon packaging with that lovely blonde clad in nothing but your namesake pantyhose, butt clinging ever so nicely nicely to it and a camera draped over her shoulder.
Part 4: Punished, And Liking It
Rob was shocked by what he heard. There in front of him was what appeared to be the only other female in the club (besides his own mother) yet was another crossdresser, just like him, who was dressed just as sexy but in a black dress and also wearing black Wolford pantyhose, just like he was. “She,” however, appeared to be several years older, much like the other college aged dudes in the club.
“Oh, well nice to meet you,” said Rob, “I really love that dress and are those Wolfords you have on?” he continued admiring the confident beauty in front of him.
“Thank you darling, I wouldn’t wear anything else just like you,” replied Sandy, the other crossdresser. “What brings you here?” she then asks.
Rob decided enough with the whole psychology project excuse and explained to Sandy the whole story right from the top. First the trip to the mall to buy sexy lingerie and pantyhose, then racing home to try them on, next getting caught by his mother and, finally, being “punished” by going out to a bar and club with his mother as his teenage crossdresser self.
Part 3: “Hard” Lessons Learned
Renee continued to eagerly suck on Rob’s member, or should we say blowing the Wolford pantyhose encasing it. Since it was his first blowjob, albeit while transformed into a very sexy girl by his mother, he didn’t know what to do or what to expect, normal for a teenager. Yet he really didn’t have to as his erection did all the talking that was necessary.
Then came the point of climax a short while later as Renee kept to her task, not missing a slurp over the silky nylon covering his rod. “Ahhhhh,” Rob let out as he came with a pool of hot sticky love juice squirting out through his newly bought Wolfords. Renee was kind enough to lick it all off hungrily not wanting him to “stain” his pantyhose on his one night out as a woman.
“Did you like that?” Renee asked.
Part 2: All Dolled Up
Rob was still in deep embarrassment of having his mother walk in on what was the probably most exciting woman-to-be fantasy he had acted out yet. There he stood in with his new Wolford pantyhose gleaming over his legs, a Wonderbra fitting so perfectly giving his chest a womanly appeal and, let’s not forget, thong panties to match.
Then there was that red lipstick painted neatly over his lips as prime evidence he “borrowed” it from his mother. He knew he was at the mercy of whatever his mother’s reaction was but, when he heard her say she would take his car away, his thought quickly turned to losing his prized Christmas gift.
“We’re going to go out on a night in the town, you and me, and since you want to dress like me then you’ll go out that way too,” continued Wanda. Shaming him in public ought to teach him a lesson and will ultimately set him “straight” again, she thought to herself.
It looks like we already have a winner for pantyhose of the year! In my opinion that is.
With my morning coffee in hand and browsing the pantyhose pages (errr, news), I came across an absolutely gorgeous pair of pink shiny legs at Art of Gloss. That shine is easily recognizable as my coveted Wolford Neon 40 tights (of course there is the label) but the color is something I have never ever seen available: a stunning fuscia.
Of course, I had a look at the availability at the Wolford online store and even did a thorough search on eBay. Nothing.
Later,I tried an exhaustive search on Google. Nada.
It was the day after Christmas when Rob, who just got his drivers license and a junker of a car as a gift, decided to drive downtown to the shopping mall for a little specialty shopping with the money he received, also as a gift. You could say he was shopping for clothes like all the other teenagers with Christmas money to burn, except Rob had something a little different in mind.
You see, for several years Rob has had a fascination with pantyhose. At first it was just a simple curiosity trying on a pair found wadded up on the floor of his mother’s room. The silky feeling and shiny appearance on his legs, however, was enough to make it a habit of his “modeling” pantyhose on a regular basis. As an only child of a single working mom, he had plenty of opportunity to develop his fetish.
Yet as Rob had grown more fond to the feminine sensuality from wearing pantyhose, he began to experiment more with his own crossdressing having grown a curiosity for trying on more feminine things. Starting out with his mother’s lingerie, he slipped on her bras and panties along with his usual pantyhose. This, of course, made him incredibly horny even though the lingerie was a bit ill fitting for him. He wanted his own lingerie to wear.
I am rather lucky to live out in Europe where pantyhose is all the rage the first time the early fall breeze puts goosebumps on the legs. Not to mention the selection and quality in these parts is outstanding. From my point of view, however, the further you are from Europe (e.g. the good old USA), the selection of crossdresser-quality pantyhose quite frankly goes to shit to the point where I would even ditch my longtime nylon fetish for something else.
I can see where it would be a lot more convenient to drive five minutes to the nearest drug store and pick up that “expensive” store brand that happens to be the two for one special today. Or you may really treat yourself by going to a department store while you get off on the sales clerk wondering if you are actually a crossdresser or tranny while she is wearing an even shittier pair herself.