Me in tights - IV

by Pantyhose

This instalment concludes Pantyhose's own tights story, starting with what happened when he reached young adulthood. I am sure we are all very glad that he has shared some of his personal experiences, and done so in what is to him a 'foreign' language!

If any of our other readers have an interesting personal story to tell, please do not be shy about submitting it for publication!

Many years later, I worked not so far from a supermarket. In the mall, there was a "Pingouin" boutique. Pingouin is a chain of knitting wool boutiques. Women go there to buy the wool they need to knit, say, a pull-over. Additionally, these boutiques sell tights (I read once that hosiery accounted for some 30% of their turnover). I often went to this boutique to buy tights, and the least I can say is that the tights Pingouin have are good. At the time, I used the "it's for my sister" technique. I doubt the clerk believed me, but at least I bought there excellent tights. My collection started to grow and I put my tights in a shoe box that I hid at the bottom of my wardrobe.

One day, my sister looked for something and found the tights. She didn't make the connection with me, but she took one pair for herself from the box. After a while, I saw my sister wearing my tights under her skirt! These tights were impossible to confuse with hers as she wouldn't have bought this type. They were much more expensive and opaque than hers and I even recognised one of the snags. No doubt was possible. I didn't know what to do. I decided to do nothing and wait and see. The next day, I opened my wardrobe and searched for my tights box, but it wasn't there. Instinctively, I rushed to my sister's bedroom while she was having a shower in the bathroom. I found my box. I took it back to my bedroom, but I didn't take only that. I was a bit angry and I knew my sister had her own tights so I took them too from her drawer. I didn't want to wear my sister's, but I did that to see her reaction.

After her shower, my sister searched for the box she had stolen. As she couldn't find it, she opened her drawers so at least she could wear her own tights. She didn't find them either, so she went to my bedroom in hope she could find the box that could have magically returned to its original location. I was there, she knocked at my door and asked for her tights (she guessed I took them). As I figured she was aware of my liking, I decided to tell her my secret. She answered, "I always knew. I don't know why I say that, but I knew about you and the tights. But I didn't think you wore them yourself. I believed you just looked the packets." I gave her back her tights, then we had a very long conversation. I explained her the whole story. I proposed to go with her to the Pingouin boutique and buy tights for me and for her. Once there, I bought her a pair.

Upon our return back home, she and I locked ourselves into my bedroom and opened the packets. She said she was very much impressed by the quality of Pingouin's tights, which was way superior to the cheap tights she was used to buy herself. We had our period of time, consisting of going downtown to some general store and buy tights. We spent a lot of money. We don't do that anymore now that she has a child to take care of. Thanks to my lessons, my sister is now way more knowledgeable with tights than she was before knowing I wore them.

One day, my sister went to Paris with her boyfriend for one week. Once there, she had the opportunity to visit one of the Parisian general stores and spotted a tights clearance. All the pairs in her size were already gone. The only size she found was mine. So, she bought one pair for me and gave them to me upon her return.

The Internet has been a liberation and a relief. In 2000, I bought a modem, and hosiery sites were one of the first things I looked for. The Internet wasn't well developed at that time, especially in French, so I asked Yahoo (Google didn't exist then) to find every hosiery site it could. Makers or fetish, it was not important. Most were in English. The first site I found was Brianna's, a fetish site. I happened to talk to her and one of her models, a couple of times. The second site was Winnie Cooper's. I was amazed that people wearing openly who told their stories said they got no reaction from other people. At first, I doubted it was true, but after having read countless other similar stories, I realised these stories could not have been just fantasy. I said into myself that the world was changing. First, I was not alone on the earth in wearing tights, and second, acceptance was coming. It was the beginning of a new era. I was right to keep on wearing. It was the society that had to change, not me. It is just clothes. It is not other people's business to criticize what I wear. My sentiment of guilt progressively decreased. The Internet has done me a lot of good.

It was in a chat-room that I met Pat, Sal, Mike, Geraden, Jolt, Paul... Our friendship still lasts nowadays, four years after our first virtual meeting. Thanks to my last trip to the UK, I had the chance to meet some of them in person, people who are hosiery wearers like me. I don't despair of meeting some of those I missed the last time.

One day, my mother said to one of her friends that she couldn't explain why she likes watching babies in tights. Hearing that, I silently jolted on my seat, unable to say a word. Did my liking come from that? Did I unconsciously assimilate one of my mom's secret desires as a baby and turned it into a liking for tights to please her? It is highly plausible. In this case, my liking for tights may have originated at a much younger age than 5, as I had previously thought.

My feeling of guilt has known ups and downs. One day, this sentiment reached a paroxysm. I felt nervous. Because of that, I remember I said something insulting to my nephew when he tried to talk to me at the wrong moment. I apologised. I told him to put that on the account of one of my difficult times. This event made me understand that I wanted my secret to go as it was becoming too heavy. Some days later, I told my mother about me and the tights. She answered she had knew a long time ago after having found tights in my bed. I felt relieved. Now, when there is just my mother and me in the house, I no longer wear socks with my pyjamas each morning at breakfast to hide my tights.

This is my story.

Postscript

I would like my readers to appreciate:

• The importance of my one-time feeling of guilt. All through my childhood and a part of my adulthood, it caused me a lot of hassle. Please, allow me to insist on that, it is very important to me.
• The involuntary role of my sister. (ballet, majorette...)
• The influence of the fashion, I was there at the right time (mini-skirts... like we say in French, I fell into the tights cauldron as a kid)
• Family environment (a thing that I haven't developed too much in this story. A very difficult relationship with my father).

All these facts contributed to my attraction towards tights.

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