The Lycra One Story - III

by Mike (Lycra One)

This is the final instalment in Mike's personal hosiery story.

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The biggest day, and I don’t even know when that occurred, was when I forgot I was wearing them. I didn’t think twice about buying them, standing there in shorts and hose. I wasn’t sub-conscious getting out of my truck anywhere for anything. It was great.

Except.

When I went back to Michigan to visit. I am a truck racin beer drinkin redneck can do anything with my hands GUY. No freakin’ way I could wear openly in front of the people I grew up with. In front of my family. No way man, this had to stay in Chicago. Dang I was so naive. So anyway, back to hose, blue jeans, and work boots in Michigan.

One day we were up at Silver Lake where there are dunes to run your trucks around, and a friend has a bunch of property we camp on and party at night etc. I had a new girlfriend (accepting as she met me in hose and shorts) and we were having some adult beverages by the bon fire. ALL my friends were there, including my brother. A little silence comes up and my buddy Frank says, “Hey Elwood (my nickname in my circle), why do you wear pantyhose?” Holy crap. Almost dropped my beer. My ears started ringing. Laugh it off Mike, laugh it off. “What? I don’t wear pantyhose! Are you kidding?” Lisa puts her arm around me. Frank says, “Dude for as long as I’ve known you I’ve seen the ‘L’eggs Sheer Energy’ tag stick out of your jeans more than once.” Another buddy says, “I’ve seen it too.” My brother says, “I don’t know, he’s worn them since he was a kid.”

W H A T ! ? ! ?

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t give these guys the normal ‘excuses.’ They already know. THEY DIDN’T CARE. They just wondered why. So I explained that I wear them because they feel good and I just plain like to. That’s all they needed, on to another subject. Next morning Lisa and I came out of our tent, she bare legged to get some sun, but me? I was in shorts and hose! Everyone would glance now and then, give me some crap, but just about everyone said, “It’s not that big of a deal, we’ve just always wondered and had to bring it up.” Wow. They knew. And they knew that I thought they didn’t know. Amazing. I’ve got great friends.

Back in Chicago working 80 hours a week was killing me. The current owner of my old hot tub company got a hold of me, he needed help. They couldn’t get good production numbers and could I come take a look? So I came over one weekend and spent some time and had a ton of ideas. Long story short I took a huge pay cut and HUGE drop in hours and moved back here to Michigan. I moved into a room in a friends house, wearing openly of course.

The folks here at work now first thought I was crazy – we have no dress code – just thought I was crazy for wearing pantyhose. I offered the reasons why, great for being on your feet, etc. A couple of guys tried for some weeks and dropped out. One guy here still wears, I think he’s got the gene. I’ve been back here for 6 years and in shorts with hose on every day over 50 degrees. Customers, clients, employees, or delivery people either don’t notice or care. Sometimes truck drivers ask, but most of them wear anyway.

Pantyhose have become a piece of clothing to me. I don’t even THINK about them anymore. Funny story, we’ve made some more friends to add to our ‘circle’ and one of them confided in another, “Do you know Elwood wears pantyhose?” My buddy yells to me, “Hey Elwood – Steve says you’re wearing pantyhose and wants to know where you buy them!” Everyone laughs. He’s standing there with mud on his face, we move on. Queue the “pfffst” of a beer opening.

I’ve got lots of pantyhose stories. But they’re not stories to me anymore because they are just life’s adventures. There are no more pantyhose stories in my life. Just me and the people around me and my experiences. I might have said, “I got married wearing pantyhose.” But the truth is, I got married. To the girl of my dreams and the love of my life.

Oh and as far as my Dad goes? He’s retired in Florida and we visit him every winter. Three years ago we visited my friend in California that used to be my customer. We had great times.

Now the reason for my novel. As you can see from reading this, I started out making pantyhose a part of everything. “If I wasn’t wearing pantyhose I wanted to be.” “I changed into long pants.” “I came out of my tent in shorts and hose.”

That’s not me anymore. Pantyhose are not the reason I do things. Pantyhose are on my legs and that’s that. I don’t think about it, worry about it, or most times realize it. I don’t need support to wear them, I don’t need to know I’m not the only one. I’ve grown out of all of that. It’s hard for me to read stories in this forum that are so centered on wearing pantyhose. And yes, I know, I WAS THAT GUY. I understand it, but my perspective has changed so much. It’s not about ‘getting away with wearing pantyhose’ to me anymore. It’s about living my life free of the shackles of the taboo. Trust me, I’ll never leave this forum, it’s gotten me to where I am today.

You’ve just read my story. You should have a pretty good idea of where I’ve been and where I stand. I hope this gives you some insight on why I say what I say and I do what I do.

Good luck, you hosers!

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