As a high school student, girls were always on my mind. However, I was terribly awkward around them. I place part of the blame on my mother who in junior high, when asked to buy me a required athletic supporter for gym class, replied “Freddy, you don’t have anything to support!” Well, that was painfully obvious to me who changed clothes in the locker room with the other guys, but didn’t need the positive enforcement from mom.
In any case, it seemed like my primary goal in high school was to go to the library and look for opportunities to see girls in their skirts and hope to get a lucky glimpse up their skirts of stocking tops, garter belt straps (oh God!), or the exciting peek of a lace slip. My excitement was often rewarded, and I just loved, loved, loved girls!
I rode a school bus to school and a particular girl caught my eye. Marcia was short, just a little plump, and wore skirts that were a little too short for her body style. but she wore nylon stockings which drove me crazy. I would always try and position myself in a seat where, if I were really lucky, I could get a look at those gorgeous legs. She lived close to me, and I had been admiring her for some time. She noticed my attention and would at first just smile and say hello, but eventually understood that she had a bit of a hold on me. As the bus would slowly empty of students, we were free to move around to other seats. One afternoon she moved to a seat that was diagonal to me and gave me a wonderful leg shot. I felt like a drooling puppy when she said, “What are looking at nosy?” I was tongue tied and did not reply. Then she got up and moved into the seat behind me and that is when I did the bravest thing I have ever done in my life.
My heart was pounding. It was just Marcia and I, and the bus driver who occasionally would look at us in the rear-view mirror. I crossed the Rubicon. I slowly lowered my arm over the seat and touched her stocking clad knee. It was electric. I was so scared but thrilled at my bravery. Marcia did nothing to discourage me and when it got time for me to exit the bus, I walked painfully up the aisle with my notebook hiding the excitement in my loins. As the bus pulled away the sight of Marcia smiling broadly out the window marked a major change in my life. In the weeks ahead we would repeat the exercise and for many years after Marcia would haunt my dreams in the best way.
As I got older, I realized that my attraction to girls was a bit conflicted. I really liked girls, but I came to know that I was just as attracted to their clothes. An encounter with a pair of pink panties before the age of ten planted a seed in me that would never go away. Like many crossdressers, my first foray into wearing panties was taking a pair of my sister’s panties and locking myself in the bathroom and slowly pulling them up my legs, enjoying the confusing thrill, and then quickly taking them off and replacing them in the laundry basket.
Opportunities to wear panties were few and far between, but as I began dating and got into serious relationships with girlfriends and then with my spouse those opportunities increased. I became aware of both the “visual” and the “tactile” elements of my attraction to lingerie. The look and the feel of the garments on my body keep me hooked. I love them on my wife, but I love them on me more! And to be honest, I admire them on other crossdressers.
Lord help me!
Thank you all for taking the time to read my article. I look forward to hearing your responses!
Sincerely, Feliz
Hi,
I certainly identified with your article. I was small, a bit of a nerd in school and not exactly a ladies man, but like you, I was hyperattracted to girls/women and their dressing styles. On of my earliest recollections is being at Mass (catholic) and always positioning myself on the outside of the pew so I could see the women walking to communion in their high heels…I was especially interested (aroused) by the slingback heels and seamed stockings. Probably explains my infatuation with slingbacks and strappy heels now.
Just thought I would add my “two cents" worth.
Thank you Rikki. Nice to know that others were similarly obsessed. Seamed stockings are fabulous in my opinion!
Oh Rikki! I always thought I was the only kind of naughty Catholic ‘boy’ like that. Such a thrill to know I was not, and am not the only one! Seeing my female classmates progress in their wearing of seamed nylons, heels, girdles and garterbelts, and, of course, bras, was the greatest thrill of my adolescence. I was always sinfully jealous, but not anymore! Those joys and pleasures belong to us now, too! Right? Let’s chat more. I will send you a friend request. So much to share.
I can easily relate to your account of your youthful curiosity. I was smitten by a girl named Lorraine who attended the same church when I was young. I would admire her stockinged legs all through Sunday school and then hurry home to watch for her as she walked past my house on her way home.
Thank you Monique. Stockings are a wonderful obsession!
Thanks for sharing your story.
I sympathize with you about being awkward around girls in school and remember those brief exciting leg shots when all girls wore skirts and dresses. I too got excited over nylons but a glimpse of the bottom hem of a pair of long leg panty girdles would put me over the moon. Those were the days when most all women dressed so nicely with nylons, heels, and dresses. Its a lost generation. Now we CD’s dress better than todays average girl.
Thanks for your response Michelle. Pantyhose have pretty much taken over, but I do admit that a nice pair of legs is a nice pair of legs whether they’re in stockings or p-hose!
My Mother had made a similar statement to me while I was bathing in the tub. It stuck with me and I actually love the fact that I can wear my panties and such and my little member can be hidden easily.
Thanks for responding Tiffany. Enjoy those panties!
Wow this article really resonates with me! Life long hosiery lover. Thank you for posting.
Thank you Pauline. I’m a confirmed nylon lover also.
I can identify with your story so well. As I was very much the same in school, but I never had a moment as brave as yours as I was much to shy.
Appreciate your commenting on my story AnnaBeth. Not sure it wasn’t more raging hormones than bravery!
Hi Feliz, gosh, I can relate to your wonderfully written article – especially getting off the school bus…
Hugs,
Jules
Thanks Jules. I knew that notebook would be good for something!
OMG this is a description of my lifelong fancy for lingerie and hosiery and I remember how wonderful it felt to be able to really stare at a nylon clad leg, I still love the sight of legs in nylon. I still clearly remember the almost electric feeling of sitting on my moms lap and touching the nylon on her leg, real fully fashioned nylons without stretch. Thank you for posting, could almost feel it in my palm when you touched her knee.
Thank you Clarissa! It was such a thrill and it doesn’t get old.
Your experiences around the fairer gender sound somewhat similar to mine. I too was socially awkward and drawn mysteriously to the occasional glimpse of a classmate’s lingerie. If I’d managed to control my urges a little better my reality would have better mirrored yours, but I did learn some hard lessons from the experience and have channeled my urges into crossdressing. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Christine. Hard to describe what makes us tick. I’ve heard it said that crossdressing is a learned experience. I’m not so sure. My first excitement at seeing a pair of pink panties before I was 10 years old cannot have been sexual. Hell, I had no clue what sex was at that age, but something inside me, already there, indicated I was drawn to that item.
I liked the story a lot, but it covered way to many years, and I felt there was a whole segment missing around the time where he was becoming a true cross dresser and meeting his wife and getting married.
Sounds like another story Rachel. Thanks for commenting.