In which Harisnya tells about a recent male tights fashion photo shoot.

by Anon

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When I was eight years old, my mother caught me in my room one night wearing my sister's white tights under my short pajamas. I was scared stiff, as I thought she would scream at me, and call my father over, who had quite a temper. Actually, she was pretty cool about it, and told me, as far as I can remember, "don't worry about it, there's nothing wrong with it."

I was quite relieved, but because of that, stopped wearing them. In fact, I had been doing so for about a month or two prior to being caught. All I know is that something inside me told me that I should be wearing tights, and that it was not fair that girls could wear tights at any time while I couldn't. Lucky for me, I had a sister 2 years older than me with an ample supply.

The week prior to my being caught, my parents were away, and my grandparents were babysitting. Every night, my grandmother would come into my room and ask me if I had picked out my clothes for school, and I would then show her my shirt, pants, underwear, socks, etc. One night, I was determined to wear tights to school the next day. I took a pair of my sister's brown ones and placed them under my shirt. When grandma came by, I proudly showed her my clothes, just showing her the lower portions of the tights to make them appear as regular socks. Boy, was I excited about the next day! The next day, however, I chickened out and didn't wear them, being scared stiff about being caught in school and being the laughingstock of the grade.

Fast forward until age 12 or so. One day while in school, I looked at a girl's legs, clad in grey tights. The switch was turned on again - I knew that when I got home I had to find tights and wear them. When I got home, I snuck into my sister's room, and it started all over again. In fact, throughout my teenage years I surreptitiously tried them on at any opportunity for a quick thrill, but felt guilty about it afterwards each time. Like others have written, I built up the courage to walk into a store and buy a pair for myself, and somehow got out without being caught! Most of the time, however, I availed myself of my sister's and mom's supply.

The desire to do so more or less fizzled out over the years, although I always enjoyed seeing women in tights/pantyhose, most of all my wife. After seeing an advertisement for Wolford tights, I insisted that my wife buy a few pairs. She was initially put off by the price, but after she wore them was converted over.

After about a twenty-year hiatus with only 1 or two relapses, I was recently traveling for business, and chanced upon a Wolford store. I went in to buy my wife some tights, which I did. The next day, during the meeting, my "switch" was turned on again! I actually left the meeting, went back to the store, and bought some in my size. I felt quite sheepish about it, but on the other hand felt great when I wore them for the first time in many years on the plane ride home. Before I got home, however, I threw them away in a garbage can, my sense of guilt overtaking me.

The next day, I thought: 1) I shouldn't feel so bad, and... 2) I want to buy more! So, I found the nearest Wolford store and bought more. I also felt that I had to tell my wife, since I did not want to hide anything from her. As I explained my history to her, her face had a rather surprised expression, but I think she was actually relieved that I wasn't telling her about an illicit affair with another woman. She looked at me and said something to the effect of "well, that is very weird, but many people have weird aspects to their personality, and this seems rather harmless." She did ask why I couldn't purchase cheaper ones! I explained to her that, as she knew, once you wear Wolfords, you can't go back.

At this point in time, I have realized that, at times, I enjoy wearing them. It is not a full-time obsession, and I can go weeks and even months without them, but at other times I have a "run" of a few days where I do. I never had/have a desire to wear any other articles of woman's clothes, just tights. My wife as mentioned has been surprisingly OK with it, and has even washed them for me at times. I joke about it with her intermittently, and thank her for understanding. 

The way I look at it is as follows: 1) It is harmless and does not hurt anyone, and 2) If I enjoy doing so and it doesn't affect anyone, why not!

After finding your website/blog, it is good to see that my story is not that different from the others.

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