Today is a beautiful sunny morning so I decide to take a walk down to the mall just as it is opening. It’s a Wednesday, which I have off from work and I think to myself why not start out with a glass of wine at the Ruby Tuesday, just because I feel like it. I walk in, seat myself in the patio area and start sipping away.
A couple of glasses later, I find myself in an elated mood. Maybe it ‘s the bright sun or my one day of freedom from the toils of work but I feel happier than normal. Yet, simultaneously in my joyous demeanor, I being to feel incredibly horny. I just want to rip my clothes off and go into crossdressing mode which means slipping into something sexy (e.g. pantyhose and lingerie) making me feel irresistibly feminine.
After downing yet another glass, I get an idea. Instead of heading home to my silky collection in private, why don’t I just head into the Macy’s and try out theirs. I’m pretty sure they don’t allow you to try on undergarments (nor anyone really) but I feel pretty buzzed and seemingly invincible enough to give it a go. The idea overwhelms me enough for me to immediately pay my tab and walk right into the Macy’s next door.
The Spandex, Leotard and Tights Revival
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Back in the 80’s, I remember my foray into crossdressing developing with the age of the workout video craze. When my parents would take me to a video rental store, I would sneak off to that area of aerobic videos, studying those boxes of VHS tapes on display. Looking at those beautiful, well toned women in stretched poses and in their brightly colored spandex leotards (plus a hint of their matching bright tights showing) made me aspire to be sexy like one of them. I basically viewed them as Superwomen in tights.
To my luck, my older sister would rent one of these videos on occasion. Then I would take my turn to watch it, as if it were a steamy porno, when she and everyone else was away. Unfortunately, my sis never opted for the same stylish workout gear, using a boring t-shirt and shorts without even the tights instead. Thus, she severely impaired my willingness to steal them from her. Nevertheless, while lacking the proper wear, I still could never resist the lure of the spandex era.
Since then times have changed, of course. More recently as an ode to those days, I never bought or used leotards but rather purchased thick, shiny exercise tights such as Danskin or Rumfp, on occasion and add them in the rotation while in my en femme ensemble. I liked these tights for what they were, thick and shiny, yet they never really turned me on quite like the more alluring pantyhose.
That is until recently.
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