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She didn’t know how to handle it so she told my dad to have a talk with me. He told me how wrong it was and to never do it again. I’m sure you know how well I listened to that. WARNING: Males trying these on (with or without panties, bras, etc.) will experience extreme euphoria and may never be able to discontinue wearing them. This can lead to addiction to dresses, makeup, wigs, heels and other items of feminine finery. I do not remember what I said or what I alleged, but surely they were not enough arguments because despite the tantrum I did, I had to try on the costume. I took everything in the bed and took it to the bathroom, angrily I put one leg in the pantyhose and then the other, and then passed each end through the holes in the clown and finally put on my ballet shoes. I went out, they liked it, they smiled and wiped away my tears as they hugged me. I look perfect, they said, even the wire wings and sky blanket that Clara had put together. But at the same time i wore my cousins and aunts pantyhose. I would go to their house and see a pair of pantyhose in the bathroom or in a bedroom just hanging or on a bed or in a clothe basket. I would take them, fold them, and stuff them in my pants so i could bring them home. then i would wear them in my room. At that young age i didn’t know any thing about wearing someone else’s possible unclean pantyhose would not be sanitary. And yet I think there were times my aunt’s would leave them out for me to take and/or wear. As a teenager i would spend time at my Aunt’s house and she would leave to go shopping leaving me home alone with a pair of pantyhose out on the bed or hanging in the bathroom. I knew they weren’t there before so never knew why she had taken them out and then left without putting them on. Well I would put them on and walk about the house, etc. And came very close several times to getting caught with them on as she came home earlier than I thought. I remember running down the hall in pantyhose (NO Shoes) and slipping and sliding on the floors to get to the bedroom to take them off and put on my clothes while returning them to were she had them before. Heart pounding, blood racing, breathing heavy, scared that she would catch me.

So true! i always envied women wearing pantyhose. So to see my legs and maleness caressed in nylons I was hooked for life! I think that this experience initiate the desire. After that day, I started looking up for thigths and underwear of cousins, aunts in law and neigbours. Thats the way the story continues...How could something that felt and looked so good be so wrong? It took me years to work through that!

They talked about something, I did not pay attention to that, I only know that my mother did not like what they told her, but in those days I did not worry and I did not even feel accused of something and since my mother did not comment, I forgot.

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I got angry, I refused, I got angry not only that the teacher had asked for it, but that she - my mother - had accepted it. Why, among so many children in the group, me? What face would go to the festival? What would my friend Juan Octavio say? What would my godparents think? My dad didn't defend me? As time went by, we were all ready for the big day and eager to show ourselves to family and acquaintances that we could invite. The day before the "big day" was from surprise to surprise and the first was the biggest, my mother asked me to hurry up the food because we had to go measure my costume for the festival. So I did, I ate in a hurry and said: I'm ready. The days passed and everything went on as usual, but one good day (yes, one good day) it turned out that all the boys and girls were taken out to the large schoolyard, we were going to rehearse for the spring festival. It was all fun, making lines, tours that we did following colored lines, practicing holding ula-ula rings that would later be decorated and things that made the days before the festival fun and short. if you like me you never forget the day and feeling who new then you be hooked for life they shoud put goverment healh warnings saying men/ boys who put on tights can never give up

I really believe she put them in there for me to take them, and believe me, I did in a heartbeat! Occasionally after that, I would find panties in there and I would add them to my collection. I was 13 when I put on my first pair of pantyhose they were in the neighbor ladies laundry room laying on floor with her panties and girdle. I remember the first pair of tights I borrowed from my sister's room. They were orange fishnet very soft Wow , do you think your desire to crossdress was always there or did this experience initiate that desire. I have no idea why I first pulled on some tights , they were there and I put them on ... the feeling was immense and I was on my journey Yes, with my mother, I complained to her from the next day and until I was 14 or 15 years old, that moment and I did it every time it made me angry, rubbing my disagreement at that day when she dressed me as a butterfly. Over time I discovered that it was an infallible tool for me to buy things and access my simplest requests such as buying a toy or a candy.

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The first time for me was after I got married. And 40 years later I will put a pair on.. Now it's not hers that I put on. My own or another women's pantyhose My mom caught me sleeping in one of her nightgowns. She said nothing at the time because I had to get dressed for school. We stopped by and after a slight chat between the ladies present, they asked me to take off my clothes in the small bathroom, which used to be a dressing room, and they told me to leave soon to measure my costume. So it happened, in between, I took off my pants, the plaid shirt that I wore in those years and the shoes that I still remember squeezed me. I remember well i was 8 years old and put on my moms pantyhose for the first time and it was haven i was hooked now 60 and still wear them and more It turns out, unbelievable as it may seem, that everything started one afternoon in March in 1980, the teacher asked to speak to my mother, I gave the author of my days the summons and the next day there were the three of us: my teacher, my mother and me.