The Lycra One Story - I

by Mike (Lycra One)

This is one of the best (and best written) personal hosiery stories that I have read. It was originally posted on the forum Legwear as Unisex Fashion, and I was so impressed that I asked the author, Mike, if I could re-publish it here.

I am delighted to say that he gave his permission, so here is the first instalment for you to read and enjoy.   

I started like I think most in this forum did, as a kid probably 10 or 11 years old. I was fascinated with the hosiery I’d see girls in my school wear. One girl, Michelle B. sat in front of me in two classes (alphabetical) and always wore skirts, hose and heels. I was always enamored with her pantyhose. My first ever hose were ‘borrowed’ from my Mom. But since I had my own ‘business’ mowing lawns I had some money and would buy them when I could.

I would wear them to sleep, under my jeans during the day – not on school days of course, gym class you know. I thought I was the weirdest kid on the planet. A boy that likes to wear pantyhose, that’s crazy! I remember one night I was asleep and awoken by my Dad pulling on the fabric between my hose. My feet were sticking out from under the covers. The normal conversation ensued, but never came up again.

Turning 16 was great, had my own truck, a job, and didn’t have to figure out how to get to a store to buy pantyhose anymore. I had quite a collection going, I’d stock up when I found sales, etc. My stash was found a few times by my Mom, but she never said much. Later I found a great hiding place and it was never discovered again.

Off to college I went, living in a dorm with a roommate. I had a few pairs of hose there, but didn’t get too many chances to wear given the close quarters. I always figured out a Halloween costume that involved pantyhose, even if it meant going as a girl. There were a few times I’d wear No Nonsense (phew, icky!) suntan sheer to waist under my tighty whitey’s and take off my jeans in the dorm room and climb into the loft. As far as I know my roommate never noticed. If he did, never said anything. Given my experience today, he didn’t notice.

After college I moved back in with the folks, and my Dad and I started a hot tub manufacturing company. I was wearing every day now, but not with shorts. Always under my long pants so nobody would know. It was one of those things, if I wasn’t wearing pantyhose, I wanted to be. Hard to explain.

My Grandpa and Aunt lived north of Chicago and I’d visit them once or twice a month. It was a 4 hour drive. This is when I started experimenting with hose and shorts. What a thrill! And there was a L’eggs outlet in Michigan City Indiana that I’d stop in to buy hose on every trip. At first in long pants – I remember too many times sitting in my truck in shorts and hose and at the last minute pulling on long pants. But as time grew on, I started wearing them with shorts, and the world didn’t end.

When I wasn’t building hot tubs, I was building and racing off road race trucks. I’ve been on TV, in magazines, the whole nine yards. Little did anyone know that under my fire suit were pantyhose. Or so I thought. At night I’d be in my shop with my buddies, we’d be having some beers and working on my trucks, their cars, whatever projects were in front of us. It was a great time, but still nobody knew I wore pantyhose.

My Dad decided to retire so we sold the business to a local company, keeping 51% of the stock. He moved to Florida and I moved to Chicago with my Grandpa and my Aunt. This is when I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to wear pantyhose openly! And not on Halloween and NOT as a girl.

I got a job in a Fortune 500 company, was dating a great (accepting) girl, and was well on my way up the corporate ladder. Had the Corporate Jet at my disposal, was doing very well with my nylon clad legs. Our company dress code was business casual, meaning collared shirts and khaki’s on guys and women could wear whatever the hell they wanted. (sorry, that still bugs me) BUT! In reading the dress code policy, it said that shorts may be worn WITH HOSIERY.

Didn’t say women may wear them, but exactly this, “Shorts may be worn with hosiery.” I still remember it clearly to this day. This stewed in my mind for a few months, and I decided to start pushing the envelope a little bit. I had 30 people that reported to my corner office, and we were setting records. I was in a great position in the company, those above me loved me, and those that worked for me said I was the best boss they’d ever had. I wasn’t too worried about losing my job, and these weren’t the Michigan friends I had grown up with (still to scared to admit it to them) so I thought I’d start to push a little bit.

Let’s back up a little bit. It was around this time that I found the original “Legwear For Men” forum here on Delphi. The forum owner, Tony, lived about 2 ½ hours from me, and we met one day in the middle, at a mall. We had a blast. Ended up having some adult beverages at a Chili’s I think it was. Both of us in our hose, neither of us getting any comments. And if I remember right, he was wearing black, and I was in suntan. (always has and always will be my favorite color)

I remember going out in shorts and hose to fill up my truck, paying at the pump. I also remember going to a mall once by myself with shorts and thigh highs. Thigh highs so if I got uncomfortable I could roll them down into my socks if need be. I don’t remember if I rolled them down or not, I just remember planning to have that option. After that I’d just wear pantyhose and long pants out of the house, change into shorts, and go about my normal business. I couldn’t let anyone at home or work know I wore you know. It was a ton of baby steps and I laugh about it now – the effort I had to put in just to wear pantyhose was ridiculous. I think drag queens put less effort into their appearance than I did just wanting to wear pantyhose.

Six Flags Great America wasn’t too far from my house, and my girlfriend and I went there both wearing shorts and suntan hose. I was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. We did, went on all the rides, had a great day. As we say now, it was a non-event. But to me it was a huge event. I ‘passed’ as they say. Nobody noticed, or if they did nobody said anything. As a side note, I’d wear hose and shorts with her all the time in public, we’d go to bars, play pool, sing karaoke, everything. It was great.

All things must come to an end, and so did she and I. Too long of a story, and it really has no bearing on this forum. So I poured myself into my work, and that’s pretty much all I did, was work, work, work.

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