My Adventures in Nylon
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My Love of Nylon
By Janine Denier
I am writing to tell of my experiences as a heterosexual cross dresser. I am an only
child and have been raised by my mother and grandmother. My mother and I shared
the same room up until my eighth year, this, along with the constant exposure to my
grandmother and frequent visits by my mothers three sisters I believe has lead to my
fascination for women's clothing.
The earliest experience was at age five, I remember a pair of pantyhose had been
used to secure the front driveway gates. I had for some weeks looked and secretly
handled the hosiery with a strange fascination, I decided I would sneak them of the
gate and try them on. The tension was high as I hurriedly untied them from the gate
and ran to the side of the house, I hid under a large leafy bush, sat down and
removed my shoes. I was wearing trousers but decided it was better to leave them on
as there were a number of family members in the house at the time, the fear of being
caught too high. I pulled the legs of my trousers up over my knees and reached for
the pantyhose, they were dark tan and felt soft in my hands. I fed my feet in, one at a
time, to each leg, I could only pull them taught to my knees because of the trousers,
but my mind became entranced in the feeling. Suddenly I heard someone walking
up the side of path and I quickly removed the hose and started to put my shoes back
on as my cousin rounded the corner. I must have had guilt written all over my face
when she saw me, I quickly continued fastening my laces and hedged my cousin
away from the scene, thankfully she hadn't seen the pantyhose. That was my first
experience in donning a piece of female apparel and there were only a couple of
other minor experiences until I reached the age of eleven.
We had moved out of my grandmother's house and my mother and I were living in a
unit, it was new and had a courtyard and garage. I had no inclination toward
women's clothing for any reason for many years until one day I was putting on
some roller skates, I had an odd feeling about the way the straps looked and how the
were similar to a ladies sandal. I had a wave of compelling feelings come over me,
my mother wasn't home and knew she wouldn't be for some hours, I wondered what
it would feel like to put on her stockings and shoes and I needed to find out straight
away. I went to her bedroom and took off my clothes and then opened her wardrobe,
I found a bag full of pantyhose, all of them tan in color, and then under her bed I
selected a pair of high heel sandals, also tan. I had seen my mother put on pantyhose
many times and I had no difficulty in pulling them on, however, I did have trouble
understanding the strange but wonderful feeling the hosiery gave me. To this day,
there is something so wonderful about the feeling of sheer nylon on my legs, it is
soft, slinky, slippery and I never tire of the fascination, they are the most erotic item
of clothing for me.
Once I had stopped swooning from the feeling of pulling the pantyhose on, I
reached for the shoes, I had to pull the buckles in a little from where my mother
normally fastened them, however, they fit quite well and felt fantastic on my stocking
feet. The innersole of the shoes was a padded vinyl and the feeling of the nylon
against them had me swooning again. That was it for me, I was hooked, every time
my mother went out, I would race in to her room to put on a pair of her pantyhose
and shoes. This went on for many months, I had some wonderful feelings when
dressed, however, I didn't know why and I had no idea about what was happening
sexually. I new I had some stirring in that region when dressed but something
happened in my thirteenth year that had a devastating impact on the way I saw
myself, and the habit of dressing in pantyhose and heels. The guilt associated with
deceiving my mother was bad enough, but having orgasms in women's clothes, how
could I be so perverted.
The need to dress was far too strong to stop, I had made promises to myself and
failed them all eventually. The feeling of guilt often made me withdrawn, and the fear
of discovery made me tense. The only time I really felt great was fantasizing about
or being dressed. The excitement, adventure and release had me preoccupied most
days of the week and I couldn't stop. Time went by and at the age of fourteen I
began to experiment with some more of my mother's clothes, they all fitted well, her
panties, bra's, petticoats, dresses all became part of my ritual, the amount depending
on my expected time alone. This added range of female clothes added to the
excitement and the risk of being discovered, sometimes I also put on some of her
makeup, and this also felt terrifically feminine. One day I fantasized about being tied
up whilst dressed as a woman, I needed to try it. The first self-bondage session I
dressed only in panties, bra, pantyhose and heels, I used a pair of pantyhose to tie
my ankles together. This felt good and tight, the fear of not being able to untie the
nylons quickly and being dressed in women's underwear gave me a surreal feeling.
A dressing gown cord with a slip-knot at each end, the spacing between each noose
being adjusted to go across my waist at the back and just long enough for my hands
to reach around to the loops on their opposite hips. This wasn't perfect, and was
reasonably easy to escape from, however, the fantastic feeling of being tied and
dressed began that day and I have continued to enjoy it but with a bit more
sophistication.
Part 2 to follow?
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