While I can’t speak for all crossdressers out there, I firmly believe that eventually a line gets crossed where one goes from the occasional pantyhose-under-the-jeans to the full-on appearing (more) like a woman. Or, at least hoping to appear like one.
Calling it growing up or hitting puberty if you will. Really, there are those little things you do just like a little teeny-bopper girl. Shave your legs and armpits (and beard A LOT more), exfoliate and lotion all over, manicures, pedicures, etc, etc. They not only make you look more feminine but FEEL more feminine as well. And feeling more feminine makes you act more feminine, too, which is kind of the end goal of this whole crossdressing thing. Well, in my book anyway.
One way I found to validate myself as a crossdresser was to have at least have a decent photo. That is definitely the hardest thing to do since you either have to hire a friend or photographer to do the deed or learn how to use the auto feature on your own camera. Then, of course, the most important part: the pose.
There is always the easy way out… taking a selfie or a mirror-selfie. How lame is that, though, since the selfie is so ubiquitous that they are really hardly even noticed. Maybe one here or there is OK, but if a portrait collection consists of only selfie photos, then why even bother?
I know I’m being a bit snotty but, coming from a crossdresser who has taken many a bad photo and has quite the collection to prove it, having a good photo of yourself where someone viewing it has to ask, “Man or woman?” is the ultimate joy of growing into my own feminine self.
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While I do have some bodysuits in my vast collection of lingerie, I only have the ones that lightly drape over my body, kind of like a leotard. For the most part, they are comfortable and perfect for lounging around as feminine me. Then there are those bodysuits that are strictly for shaping, tightening you up in all those loose places. Those, however, tend to make me feel like a sausage and look like someone out of a 80’s Sears catalog.
One day, in my occasional lingerie browsing, I came across a bodysuit that looked incredible (of course on a female model) but was a shaper type. Normally that makes me look on but I couldn’t take my eye off of this, the Item m6 Shape String Body. It appeared somewhat like a swimsuit but was a typical style I normally like in a non-shaping bodysuit.
Regardless, I bought one… and was quite surprised by what I slipped into.
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I recently had an epiphany about my whole crossdressing life up until now. Primarily, I’m no longer a little teenie-bopper sneaking around with my stash of girly goodies waiting eagerly for a chance to slip into some pantyhose in my room with the door locked. Those days are LONG past. Yet, given how long it was ago, I can still remember my dress sessions rather vividly, as if it were my first time driving.
I’m not afraid to admit it to myself that crossdressing is deeply rooted part of my personality. I love it, have an inredible passion in it and, well, I just happen to like throwing on a pair of pantyhose and getting off on it… for the last few decades. Is there really any harm in it? Ok, so maybe getting a snag in the nylons but that’s another story.
I find it of interest in my self-assessment, however, that crossdressing is obviously ingrained in my own sexuality. Before you go all Captain Obvious here, think about it. Man throws on pantyhose, some lingerie and maybe a wig and a little makeup. Then dot some perfume on for good measure before stepping into those heels. Typical crossdresser duties and was actually what I did just an hour ago.
Yet that’s where the silky things end and crossdresser me takes the stage. All five senses are heightened (yes, I can taste the “fruit” from my lipstick), arousal is taking it’s shape and I NEED, right then and there, to be missy me. No longer am I the weird dude with the feminine tendencies but rather a transformed me with feminine desires and feelings. And those desires now have to be met.
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How many times do I have to say it? I love Wolford Neon 40 with a big fat exclamation mark. The most gorgeously shiny tights ever made are the hallmark of every crossdresser’s little drawer of silkies. In case you’re a crossdresser or have a pantyhose kink and been in a hole for the last twenty years, here is a little primer on Wolford Neon tights.
It’s also probably safe to say that the go-to choice for color is the lovely Gobi, so beautiful on the legs like it’s namesake hot sands of Mongolia. Personally, I have an old worn pair in Gobi from more than ten years ago and more recently updated my stash to a more pristine pair. An absolute must when the urge to drown your legs in pantyhose overcomes you and you think why not just treat yourself to a bit of caviar this time.
Wolford typically has the Neon 40 in their black and brown variants and then the skin-tone shades of Cosmetic (the lightest tone) and the already mentioned coppery gold Gobi. Then, to round things out, seasonal fashiony shades that only appear for one season. Visiting the website not too long ago, I noticed they had a new color, Fairly Light, but with no image available for a preview (at this time still none!).
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I’m not afraid to admit that I like to get it on… alone. Hey, it’s actually healthy for the sex life to keep the juices flowing and release all that tension when needed. In fact, a lot of you out there seem to agree since my most popular post is some ideas for your kinky mastubation. So I’m not alone here in liking to get down and dirty without the typical wake and wank. A little creative masturbation can actually be quite a thrill.
Hence, I came upon (literally) a new little friend of mine, the Rumpy Butt Plug. You can see, it’s not your average drain stopper, actually looking more like a fat dildo. And so there is nothing like putting a new toy to test, especially one that looks like it can tear quite a hole in you and then some.
The Rumpy has quite the dimensions for a plug: 6 inches (15 cm) of insertable pleasure, 2.25 inches (5.7 cm) in diameter of the large bulb and roughly 1.75 inches (4.5 cm) in diameter of the large penis-like head. It’s nice and smooth with no rough spots or edges and made of a soft PVC that has some flex to it. A pretty sight it is!
Now for the trial. To get into the mood, I slip into some hold up stockings and a bra and a little perfume to top it off. Then I lube up the Rumpy and my asshole very well and attempt to get that bad boy inside. The head of the plug slipped in after a few pushes and gave me quite the jolt when it did. It definitely is unlike anything I ever put up my ass before and I’m thinking with wide eyes “This thing is no joke!”
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While it should be quite obvious by now that I love to get into my femme dress mode, there are some days when I like to theme it out. It dawned on me some time ago after randomly seeing images of go-go girls in clubs. Gorgeous women in their little elevated cages or pedestals dancing away the night and in varying degrees of attire… tight mini dresses with the panty-peek, crop tops and booty shorts just to jog your memory.
Being the part-time girl I am, I had to at least drape some of this scandalous, sexy clothing over my body and dance away, even if just in my own home. I wanted to see if I could really pull off the go-go girl look. Off to Google to do a little searching and there it was, a website that oohed and ahhed me, Gang of Divas (not affiliate link). I was intrigued by their selection of sexywear available and, in particular, their denim shorts that make daisy dukes look more appropriate for Sunday school.
I happen to love my own daisy dukes that I wear all the time, however, the Gang of Divas were more cut and with a fit like panties. I centered in on two pairs of denim booty shorts that caught my eye, one in a thong style and the other a more modest but very low cut short. A week later, my Christmas presents arrived and what better way to inaugurate them than to pair them with some gobi colored Wolford Neon tights, leg warmers and heels.
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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.
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Ok, so I haven’t been around here in a while. Yikes, since February when I was shivering in my tights!
The truth is I haven’t really had the time to ramble on here due to work obligations and the fact that I didn’t have shit to say from my crossdressing world and pantyhose queendom. Years back, no one would have even noticed except for those three or four visitors but it seems that there are quite a few of you who love slipping into silkies and coming here.
Then, from the comments I’ve been seeing, there are those who get a little too hot and steamy under their pantyhose. In case you haven’t read it yet, I can suggest a few ways to play whack-a-mole to handle that. Go ahead, I’ll wait here…
Really, though, I missed writing here. It’s a perfect outlet to express my inner femme side and tell the whole world how I feel, maybe how horny I am while I’m at it. A little secret… writing here sometimes gets me off too. Shhhhh.
Anyway, for those of you who still come back here reading the same post from February, thanks for sticking around. I’m back and have more in store for you girlies and/or pantyhose freaks to get off on too.
Stay tuned 😉
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, a very fine one at that. 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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Ah yes, the dilemma many of us crossdressers will face in our feminine journeys (or unless we’re being blackmailed): to stay in the proverbial closet or come out to the world. Admitedly, it is a tough decision so maybe realizing why we are in there in the first place may help us to dip our pantyhosed toes in the pool.
10. Your dog has been threatening to out you.
9. The crossdresser in me has no problem, but the gay side, well…
8. Might as well, your parents have caught you inside already.
7. Still hiding from those pantyhose monsters your mom told you about after she caught you wearing hers.
6. Still figuring out what that pansexuality thing is. May come out as that instead.
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