Gene Therapy - III
by Sheer4fears
Here is the concluding part of Sheers4fears personal story, which started here. I like stories with happy endings!One evening, in about 1995, the subject of men wearing tights happened to arise. How, I’m not sure, but I think it was in a television programme we had just watched. Suddenly the deep conviction came to me that I just couldn’t carry on with this secret any more. It seemed the ideal time, so I took a deep breath and told my wife everything – how I had always wanted to wear tights and had even secretly worn hers once or twice in the past.
I won’t say that she wasn’t surprised; she had never suspected anything. Also, I’m sure that she must have felt really hurt to learn of something that she should have been told about before. However, to my undying relief she didn’t tell me to leave, and although she found my desire to wear tights rather puzzling, she even said that if I wanted to wear them under my trousers that would be all right. What a relief after all this time!
The rest, as they say, is history. We now have no secrets. My wife even suggested some tights that might be suitable, and when I mentioned one day that I found them itchy, she suggested (half jokingly, I think!), that I should shave my legs. So I did, and have done ever since. I didn’t feel the need to wear constantly, but knew that I could if I wanted to, and that was marvellous.
Then along came the internet, and last year, thanks mainly to Geraden’s blog, I realised that I was far from alone and that quite a few men actually wore their tights with shorts. Out and about. Amazing! More amazing was that when I told my wife about this, I discovered that she was not averse to my doing the same, taking the view that life is too short to worry about other people think. Sadly, owing to a chronic illness, she is now almost bedridden, but last summer, on the few occasions when we were able to go out together, she didn’t mind if I wore sheer tights under shorts.
One of our sons, now 27, still lives at home, and has never said anything if I am wearing when he is around. It doesn’t seem to bother him. I just don’t make a big thing of it; I’m sure he must have noticed as he normally doesn’t miss anything!
That, then, is the story of my experience with the nylon gene. I now feel comfortable with myself after spending many a year feeling that I must be some kind of freak. As a committed Christian, the thought of wearing what is now normally considered to be women’s legwear has given me some unease in the past, but I think I have come to terms with that in my own conscience. I can only speak from my own experience, but my biggest regret is that I was not more honest with my wonderful wife years earlier – it would have helped so much because she has turned out to be so supportive, for which I will always owe her a great debt of gratitude.
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