Gene Therapy - II

by Sheers4fears

We continue Sheers4fears' personal story, which started here.

Managing once again to suppress my feelings about legwear, I lived a normal happy life. My career and a busy social scene took care of that. By the mid 1970s I had found the girl of my dreams and we were soon happily married. With all this going on I can honestly say that it was as if I had completely lost the nylon gene.

Any desire to wear seemed to have disappeared completely – until one evening after we had been married for a couple of years or so. My wife had gone out for the evening, I was doing a few jobs around the house, when suddenly there they were! An old pair of her Marks & Spencer tights (the colour was mink, I believe), in the bathroom bin ready to be thrown away as they had gained a small hole. All the feelings I had suppressed for so long suddenly hit me. The inevitable happened. I just had to try them on, and spent a wonderful hour or so enjoying the feeling of wearing them under my jeans, then guiltily removed them before my wife came back.

Now this was really serious, I knew. There was a secret in my life that I had kept from the most important person in my world (admittedly because until then I had completely forgotten about it), but what was I to do now? I felt that if I were to tell her what I had done and how I felt, she would be horrified and might not even want to be married to me any more. There was nothing for it, I decided; it would have to stay a secret.

Which it did for probably 20 years. After a couple of repeat performances, I once again managed to stop wearing completely. Life went on as normal, we stayed very much in love, our twin sons arrived and grew into young teenagers, and the nylon gene, although still there, caused no problems except that sometimes I would remember my secret. Somehow I knew that one day I would just have to come clean, as I hated the idea of not having been completely open.

to be continued ...

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