It doesn’t go away. I first tried on my mother’s nylons when I was 12, hasn’t changed since. I’ve been married twice, divorced once and during the last 9 years since my wife’s death I’ve let my cross dressing imagination run wild. I met a woman who wanted me to go out dressed, and now have a lovely young lady who doesn’t like me wearing bars but appears happy with everything else.
After lots of outdoor trips I’ve realised my cross dressing needs are sexual, and there’s nothing more fun than wearing nylons and then disappearing into a bedroom with a woman wearing nylons.
Nylon legs slipping together are the best.
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