Clear Sheers

by Clear Sheers

Here is a personal story sent in by a reader, who was kind enough to say some very nice things about this site. Personal stories are always popular, and there is a lot here that I (for one) can relate to.

Thanks very much, Clear!

Congratulations on a wonderfully inspirational and uplifting site. And so 'clean' and intellectual too.

For what its worth here is my story which in many aspects reflects others similar experiences, so apologies if it's rather boring. (I am an only child of the mid 1950s batch).

Aged about five I first 'noticed' nylons, everywhere! On the floor, hanging in the bathroom and on legs. My parents ran a small hotel which also accommodated several residents, these being young teacher training students, girls in nylons!

I cannot recall the details of my first experience except to say I found myself slipping on a pair and thinking wow 'these feel as good as they look'. Mum caught me and just said something like 'what on earth are you doing, that's naughty' I went red for sure and that was the end of that.

There was a definite 'tingle' of excitement even at this early age. I remember looking at them with increasing interest and envy on our students legs, the usual things, glass like appearance, swishing, silkiness etc for the next few years. Occasionally I would steal a pair from a waste basket and wear them in bed. I had no idea why, I wondered 'if all boys felt this way? The girls in my class will be allowed to wear them when they grow up, they are so lucky. Even at 6 or 7 there was also a sexual element present.

Fast forward to the mid-late sixties, me twelve-ish and tights arrived. First I knew was round at Mum's friends with Mum. Her young daughter bursts in and her Mum says 'Jeanette show Mrs P your tights", well you could of downed me with a feather! Then followed a lengthy discussion all about this new 'hip' (no pun intended) item which "all the youngsters were wearing, I've even got a pair myself" she said. I hung on every word. After I had composed myself I thought 'yes'!, I can wear those too (before, I had no access/bottle to get suspenders) and they look really comfy too.

I can't recall where I got them from, (they must have been quite good because they were the 'wafty-nylony' type as opposed to the 'prune' type if you get my drift!) but I tried my first pair on not long afterwards. They fitted quite well, they felt brilliant, and despite not looking as good as nylons were far better on. Sheer tights were for me!

During my teens I plucked up courage and bought from corner shops, Cindy and cheap Pretty Pollys, away from my patch of course. Whenever the parents were out I would rush upstairs and put a pair on, never got caught too thou' one or two close shaves. (We had moved by now and sold the Hotel).

One day I was listening to a radio program and it had a woman on talking about here problems, her husband wearing her clothes, then transvestite.....he wont be able to stop etc. Crikey, I must be one of those too I thought. Mmmmmmme..

As the girls at school now had all started wearing sheer tights, instead of being surrounded at home I was now surrounded at school! It was at times very difficult to focus on my work and wow did I admire them whilst at the same time being deeply envious.

To draw breath. Late teens, dating, straight, not interested in frocks or makeup - it puzzled me. It would take me many many years to 'find out' about me and others like me. Oh if only the Internet and this site had been around all those years ago.

With money I could now go into the city and buy better tights, nerves withstanding. What a ball I had! The caress on the leg, that whole tactile thing and the comfort too of STWs, Ultra Sheer deniers, patterns and those wonderful hosiery departments and their displays. Magic. I had cottoned on and started wearing with shorts now too.

Skip forward 30 years early fifties. (Married at 24), two grown up kids, Same 'reasons for tights' same enjoyment within the home but sexual element greatly decreased, sensual definitely more the word. Tried a skirt about five years ago and shoes just to see. Skirt very good, like the freedom and a nice tactile interaction between a skirts lining and tights. Shoes a pain! Now alternate between skirts and shorts.

Marriage still going but additional difficulties have compounded to make spouse very hostile to 'it'. Partially my fault as she 'found' the skirt and shoes and assumed 'the worst'.

Finally at a recent wedding to give us all hope the split between about 100 plus guests was about 60% bare and 40% hosiery, youngsters wearing in particular a surprise with floaty dresses looking very nice indeed.

All the blokes of course were trussed up like turkeys and sweating away on a rare warm day. A couple of chaps caused a bit of a stir, they had shorts and tights on. I jest, but they did not have ties on - to the shock of some. Disgraceful shame on you!!

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