I said it before but I’ll say it once again. Yep, I’m still in the closet, safely locked away and with the key still hanging on a nail in the garage. So that part hasn’t changed from a while back. That doesn’t mean, however, that I wouldn’t find it exciting if I happened to be caught in my bra and pantyhose putting mascara on my lashes. It would just make me a bit uneasy to handle the consequences of such an occurrence, despite being in a sexy exhibitionist sort of way.
After all, I am famous and have paparazzi camped out outside of my headquarters. OK, maybe not but replace the pappo with my friends and family would be just the same anyway.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t display my femininity at all. I absolutely love doing so but in more covert terms. Actually, I like to make it more of a game of Can You Tell I’m a Crossdresser? If you correctly guess, I might give that fact away (if you’re, say, a cute crossdresser) or I may not (if you’re my sister). Maybe I’ll just keep you guessing like a sophisticated woman would which could’t be more feminine. Am I right?
But I’ll let you in on my little clues…
This has been a more recent thing for me but has now become an actual necessity. Silky smooth legs are oh so sexy and no more having bear witness to that gorilla hair visibly smushed up against my pantyhose. Ewww!
Luck has it that there’s nothing to really even hide by doing this since it has become (somewhat) mainstream being a practice by male athletes and especially bikers. I actually tell everyone that my runner’s legs are more aerodynamic and far cooler without leg hair. Then I jokingly tell them they are sexier too. Oh, if they only knew…
I seem to be doing a lot of thinking when it comes to slipping into my silken garments and looking at that bright shade of lipstick in the mirror. Oh, the philosophies of life as a crossdresser, way outside the norm, never boring and always making me question myself. Without regrets of course!
Since there is no official day of the crossdresser, that I’m aware of anyway, I’d like to dedicate this to the little things that are appreciated, solely by us and only by us. OK maybe not all, but if you ever donned panties for twenty years and don’t have a vagina, then you’ll know what I mean.
Sure, your favorite color as He-Man you may be blue or black but the girly side craves another shade. Am I right or is it just me? Pinks, pastels and anything prefixed with “baby” all of a sudden become a part of your world (and maybe those twenty-year-old panties). Call it our society’s labels with masculine and feminine colors but I just happen to love fuscia on everything from nail polish to my lace teddy.
For some reason, pantyhose “suntan” seems to resonate with me as well. Not totally feminine but could be just a crossdresser thing?
As a kid, I spent hours and hours in front of the TV, like all proper kids did. I’d say I would spend at least a minimum of eight hours a day watching the typical cartoons that showed up on cable which, coincidentally, was fairly new at the time. Yet during the thousands of hours stuck in front of the tube, there were several specific cartoon episodes that stuck out in my mind.
That is, when certain characters would get into trouble, then are erotically bound and gagged by some gargoyle waiting for someone to save them. I somehow never saw this as something those cartoon writers had intended or, really, how most kids probably innocently viewed it. You know, worry about the character then hope he/she gets saved. Or more so, hope the evil villain just kills them off.
No, I saw this as a version of pantyhose bondage porn, later shaping my future fetishes to come. Of course, we cannot forget that crossdressing era of my life that came about, largely in part to this.
Ever think about that wacky weird path of your own crossdressing days from the very beginning up until now? While, personally, I can’t recall every single time I slipped on a pair of pantyhose and wanked in them, I can recall some of the major points through my own journey into feminine bliss (or is it abyss).
For instance, when I was in my pre-pube days, I had no clue what a crossdresser was or what the hell was going on with me. All I knew at the time was that I was harboring an arousing love of pantyhose and I was the only one in the world who had this freaky side to him. Being a young teenager, that put me in a bit of isolation carrying around a secret that was not really understood but sucked me in with a compulsion I couldn’t resist.
Yet one day on the couch watching an episode of Cheers years back, I can vividly remember a piece of dialog that changed my whole perception of my growing fetish (also an unfamiliar word at the time)…
Oh my, how I love reminiscing about the 80’s in one of those frequent moments I’m caught daydreaming through random crap that flies through my head. Usually it’s the music that brings me back to the days of my childhood. Once in a while, however, surfin’ the net sometimes does it just as well.
That’s when I usually come across images, not created from digital cameras, but scanned from photos or magazines and and portraying beautiful women wearing shiny tights. You know they are from the 80’s either from the graininess of the image or the poofy hairstyles you see. It is then the memories of my developing pantyhose fetish reignite causing me to look on and on for more like the 80’s legs junkie that I am.
And then, there they were, the GLOW Girls. For those out of the loop, GLOW was sort of a spin-off of WWF wresting but for women, created sometime in the mid-eighties I believe. I remember catching them on cable TV a few times absolutely falling in love after watching them (sort of) pounding the shit out of each other while clad in their sexy costumes consisting more or less of leotards (or sometimes lingerie!) and tights.
Unfortunately, I’ve been a bit under the weather this past week. Nothing, however, beats the day that you wake up, sickness gone, and go about doing the things you had planned to do before the illness began.
Take today for example. I feel so good that the first thing on my mind is throwing on some of my girly wear to capture that silky feeling I love so much. But then I thought, “Why stop there?” Since I feel like this is a day that I can dedicate purely to crossdressing, I might as well document it all, right?
Of course it may reveal how absolutely boring I am but I don’t give a shit. I’ll have my fun (alone), then write…
After going through my treasure trove (read: massive suitcase full of lingerie, pantyhose, tights and other womanly things) one recent evening, I came across an item that I have had for over twenty years now. What better way to bring back the old memories of this lovely charm than to slip in on for old times sake and see if I still “have it.”
I remember buying this body slip, when I was sixteen, at a JC Penney after seeing an ad from the Sunday paper. I recall thinking that I absolutely had to have this while, at the time, I was experimenting with wearing lingerie for the first time. Lingerie, along with my teenage pantyhose fix, made me horny like nothing ever before during my youth in those days. Even more so than girls.
If you haven’t lived through the 80’s like I have then, unfortunately, you were unable to experience the era of leotards and tights in the crazy Jane Fonda inspired workout days. What always accompanied those shiny multi-colored tights of those days was a pair of leg warmers scrunched up and beautifully worn on the lower legs.
Oh, the love in remembering those days is always recalled every time I see them worn, usually over thick tights on a cold winter day. While probably not the “it” thing in fashion at the moment (though in my book, all the rage), you can still spot them around here or there on lovely women whose legs get a bit chilly in the cool air.
Of course, sitting at home in my own pair of thick, shiny suntan colored JC Penney tights, my legs also get a bit cold. That’s when I grab my pair of matching tan colored leg warmers, sitting dormant for the last six months and slip them over my tights. A much better alternative to pants, wouldn’t you think?
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A little over a year ago, while on ebay, I stumbled upon a gorgeous red teddy that I couldn’t take my eye off of. It was made of a beautiful red lace with a bikini-tie back and a lace halter at the neck that tied up as well. I remember shelling out quite a sum for it and being only mildly satisfied once I received it.
I have always had my pantyhose fetish, of course, but when I find a piece of lingerie I like I have to have it. You can call it my other prized fetish if you will. Yet this one basically became just another item in my lingerie drawer collection. Kind of fetish-worthy.
Even when paired with some sexy Silvia Grandi pantyhose, it looked great on me I thought, but it didn’t just have that spark of sexiness that I look for while wearing my lingerie. Maybe it would be something saved for a special date around Christmas time. In other words, forgotten.
I have to admit, I’ve had a little trouble coming up with something for you to glance over then move on to your sports, porn or whatever. Maybe it’s something to do with with the fact that my ability to write here is directly proportional to how “in the mood” I feel, usually when I’m all glammed up.
And for a while, the last few weeks at least, it’s been no glam at all. 100% Pure unadulterated masculine me (almost masculine anyway). Yeah, yuck.