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.
Part 2: A Date With Cherry Knot
In high anticipation, I arrive at Tammy’s studio a little bit early. It gives me some time to calm myself down and stop my uncontrollable shaking from the excitement of starring in an adult crossdressing movie. I take a few deep breaths and chug down the mini-bottle of vodka I bought along the way. Slightly buzzed, I’m ready to go.
Tammy greets me warmly at the door and let’s me in. In plain view is the “studio” with a bed and surrounding cameras in one corner and a dressing area in another. She introduces me to two other gentlemen, one the cameraman Paul and, the other, the producer Tom. Everyone seems nice and relaxed which helps to reduce my anxiety.
Then another rather attractive woman steps into the studio introducing herself as “Cherry Knot,” one of the more frequented stars of their movies. I immediately fixate on her gorgeous long red hair and matching red spandex tank top holding back her huge breasts. Oh, and she mentions she specializes in forced feminization. I’m delighted to meet her.
Part 1: An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse
It was one of those days where I was feeling glad to be feminine but I had the urge to venture out and find something new and sexy to throw on. Not that I didn’t have anything to wear. I mean there were plenty of cute miniskirts, tops and dozens of packages of unopened pantyhose in my closet. Heels practically filled in the rest of the space.
I guess its just the act of browsing and purchasing women’s clothes that I love so much and, admittedly, it does turn me on a bit. It feels good to basically tell the lady helping you that you are a crossdresser without actually telling her. Yet, today I’m going to my favorite lingerie shop where I am known as a crossdresser.
Tanya finally returns to Sam’s house, enters and heads directly to his bedroom where he still lies helplessly hog-tied with just a pair of Wolford pantyhose on.
“I must be a dumb blonde. I couldn’t find a knife so I went home and got one, ” she says, quite obviously a lie.
Sam, still deep in embarrassment, welcomed the delay trying to come up with some kind of explanation for his predicament. He thought up a story about his “girlfriend” getting off on making him wear pantyhose, then tying him up. She just happened to have left momentarily to make him suffer a little bit. You know, Tanya just might buy it actually.
Arguably, a favorite pantyhose among enthusiasts (such as yours truly) is the revered Wolford Neon 40. It’s everything you want in pantyhose: silky, shiny, comfortable, durable and looks incredibly hot on any pair of legs. Yet there is one type of Wolfords, unfortunately discontinued for a number of years, that trumps even the Neon 40.
The Wolford Fatal Neon.
On his day off from work around noontime, Sam dries himself after a shower and slips into his favorite pair of Wolford Neon 40 pantyhose in a gobi (suntan) color. He grabs his strands of nylon cord, sits on his bed and begins to go to work.
Starting with the ankles, he brings them together, wraps the cord around and around tightly binding them, then makes several loops around in the center, cinching his ankles together nice and tight. He finishes it off with a knot guaranteed not to undo itself.
He repeats this step, now with his knees, and finds an erection jutting out from wiggling his pantyhosed legs together testing the bounded knots.
If you are a pantyhose connoisseur, like me, then you would stop at nothing to find what gives you that perfect shine and silky feel. Sometimes that means springing for that $15 exotic European pantyhose or $45 for that luxurious pair of Wolford tights.
The trade-off is an ultimate glamourous you and likely the best masturbation that follows. Or some exciting leg on leg action (wink wink).
Then we have the ultra-rare pantyhose. The kind which have been out of production for years yet still can be found on eBay for a small fortune. Normally I wouldn’t pay more than what these pantyhose originally cost except for one simple fact:
These pantyhose are super sexy!