My mom, seeing my interest and fascination with women’s legs in nylons, gave me some stockings to play with if I left the ladies legs alone. I was around 4. The stockings never stayed up so she began giving me pantyhose. Then I saw a pair of heels and put them on. With my pantyhose and heels, I had pretty legs like ladies. Not really. The pantyhose had runs and holes in them and the shoes were way to big. I wanted new pantyose with no runs or holes in them and shoes in my size. Mom told me dad would be very upset if she got me those things and he found them. I would have to be satisfied with what I had. I used to wear my pantyhose and heels with a shirt. That was my dress.
Then I saw some bras and panties. They appealed to me and I wanted them so much. I kept asking for them. Mom let me have a few of her older bras.I really wanted new pantyhose in my size, shoes that fit, my own dresses and matching bras and panties. But I was told I had to be satisfied with what I got.
I began buying my own pantyhose at 13. Then at 17. I bought some short girl’s short and platform wedges. I shaved my legs and began going out wearing those things. Then at 18 I got my own place and began buying and wearing all the clothes I wanted so much for so long. Soon after I began going out wearing them. Then it was college Halloween and theme parties. I was living long time dreams and fantasies and loving it so much.
And it all started with some stockings and pantyhose I got from my mom.