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.
Ah, it’s that time of year again. The weather heats up and we all come crawling out of our solitary caves, out for whatever piece of life that exists beyond our abodes. For us closeted crossdressers, that means skipping all those layers over your pantyhose and bra and getting out there to flash some femininity in public.
One image I can’t get stuck out of my head this time of year is Catherine Bach (you know, Daisy Duke) in her tight little shorts and pantyhose covering her so very long legs. In fact, it even inspired me this time around to try out my own leg show just the other day.
As I sit here painting my toenails today, like a good little girl, and anxiously await my outfit for my night “out,” I finally receive that long awaited ring at the buzzer. Yes, it’s a package! I’m a bit nervous since that means I’ll finally out myself as girly me for a few moments in the next day or two. I’m eager to try on my first fem outfit however.
Hold on a second. I think this package is smaller than expected and begin to wonder if the club shorts and dressy top are skimpier than I had thought they would be. Then I rip the package open to find a gorgeous charmeuse teddy (Shirley of Hollywood). Oh, right, I forgot that I ordered lingerie about a month ago after coming home after a night of drinking with the chums.
Well, I can’t throw this on and take this out on a stroll around the block. At least not yet 😉
As a closet crossdresser (i.e. scaredy-cat), probably the one scenario that scares the absolute shit out of me is hopping into the bathroom, taking a shower, throwing on my feminine attire and then walking out of the bathroom only to find all my friends and family waiting outside. Happy Birthday!
In other words, there is no way I am ready to come out as tranny me. Not yet, anyway. Though the thought of it has continually crossed my mind only to be shot down again and again. What a total pussy I am.
I woke up refreshed but feeling unusually horny this morning. Enough so to make slide into some shiny Danskin tights, throw on a cute black teddy then into my usual bathrobe. I can’t remember what I dreamed about last night but it really has me in a feel sexy mood today.
After my morning coffee, I skip reading the news and head directly back to my bed and pull out the vibrator from a drawer nearby. It’s nice and slim, smooth and about six inches long which is perfect for some womanish masturbation.
I unsnap the crotch on my teddy, turn my little toy on and, remembering an idea from somewhere online, begin to penetrate my ass but through the pantyhose. The stretch on the tights limited penetration to just a few inches but it was all that was needed. Oh, did it feel nice and incredibly kinky at the same time!
From my perspective, one of my biggest fears as a in-closet crossdresser is being caught by someone who notices the tiny speck of nail polish remaining on my finger which I thought was completely clean. That or she notices the strap of my teddy just barely bulging through the sweatshirt I wear over it.
Those were two separate incidents, with me out and about in the city, where I didn’t know the other person. I initially try to avoid, at all costs, any revelation of my feminine attire since it makes me extremely embarrassed. Yet I notice that, as soon as the “shame” subsides, I am left with a gratifying feeling.
Is this how an exhibitionist feels, I wonder? Yep, I think it does.
Actually I can recall one of my most unforgettable moments, exposed as a crossdresser, starting out as an embarrassing situation and leading to a rush of sexual tension.
It’s time for a new way to express myself sexually but in the context of a women. So fantasies of being a slut or porno star and getting gangbanged enter the picture. In other words, how sexy would it be to be fucked for a change? Or suck the proverbial golf ball through the garden hose?
For some reason I have an odd relationship with lingerie. Sure, there are the favorite items, some of which, I paid quite a price to get (but look so good in). When you think about it, too, lingerie should make you feel more intimately feminine than anything else you could slip on.