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My Summer In Pantyhose - Chapter 8 free porn video
[NOTE TO READERS: Thanks for all the comments and words of encouragement.
Sorry this one took so long. I got stuck trying to figure out where to go
with this.]
Chapter 8
Monday morning found me at the computer, dressed in a t-shirt, my new jean
shorts, suntan pantyhose, and slippers. My mother and sister were still
getting ready for work. I scanned my inbox hoping to find something from
Elizabeth but no luck. After accepting her as an IM friend, I had sent her
an email asking when she would be around for chat. I read a message about
a new version of an RPG I had downloaded. I wondered how I could get
Megan's IM or email. I could just call her. Her number would be in the
church directory. I was feeling uncharacteristically confident.
"You ready to go?" asked my mother.
"Sure mom." I logged off and swapped my slippers for my new sandals.
My mother was waiting for me by the back door to the garage. "That outfit
looks much better Jamie, although you might want to tuck in the t-shirt."
I worked the shirt inside my shorts. "Better?"
"Much better," she said.
I looked down my front. I saw a trim torso, girls short jean shorts, and
two tan silky legs that ended in open-toed sandals with nylon clad toes
peeking out. Except for the lack of breasts, I could be looking at the
body of a young girl. I didn't recall seeing many girls who didn't tuck in
their t-shirts if they were long enough to tuck in.
"What's the matter honey?" asked my mother. We had been traveling in
silence and I was staring blankly out the passenger window.
"Why do you want me to look like a girl?"
My mother pulled to the side of the residential street and put the car in
park. "I am not trying to make you into anything Jamie. I want you to be
who you are. And I want to help you get there. I want to be a part of who
you are."
"What?"
My mother sighed. "I caught you wearing my pantyhose. You admitted that
you had been wearing them regularly in secret. How do you want me to deal
with that Jamie?"
"I don't know."
"And then you agree to wear them all summer. And you barely protest when I
buy you some new clothes. You need to decide who you want to be Jamie. I'm
trying to figure it out but I can't do it for you."
"Oh, okay. Well I, I just don't want to be a girl."
"Well I'm glad we've established that much." My mother started driving
again. "Let's talk more about this tonight. I want you to think about it,
okay?"
I nodded. Did I know who I was? I didn't even understand why I liked to
wear hose. I wiggled my toes, feeling the nylon that encased them. But I
certainly enjoyed them.
"Your grandmother might have a doctor's appointment today so you'll have
to go with her."
"No problem."
My grandmother talked to my mother for a few minutes in the driveway while
I went inside, exchanged my sandals for my slippers which were waiting for
me beside the door, and stretched out on the couch to read a book. My
grandmother joined me in the living room when she came inside.
"Your new shorts and shoes look nice Jamie. Do you like them?"
I wondered what my mother and grandmother had been talking about. "Yeah,
the shorts are cooler and the shoes are easier to take off than my
sneakers."
"I think they suit you well."
"Thanks."
"I'm probably going to have a doctor's appointment today. You don't mind
coming along do you? We may have to wait a long time."
"That's okay." My mother didn't tell my sister and I what was wrong with
my grandmother but she acted very serious about it. "What kind of doctor
are we going to?"
"A cardiologist."
I knew that meant a 'heart doctor' but not much more. I wasn't likely to
see anyone I knew there and maybe my grandmother needed my support. After
a quick call to the office, my grandmother and I were off to her
appointment. She told me they were going to work her in between the other
appointments so we would likely have to wait awhile.
The office was full of old people, old from my perspective anyway. I took
a seat next to an end-table with some magazines spread out on it while my
grandmother talked to the receptionist. I was glad I had brought a book.
The magazine pile consisted of ARP, Time, Newsweek, and some home and
garden publications.
My grandmother returned and told me that we would probably be waiting a
couple hours. The woman sitting across from us smiled and asked my
grandmother if I was her grandson. They made small-talk for a few minutes
while I buried my nose in my book. My grandmother was soon thumbing
through a garden magazine. I raised my eyes at one point and found that
the woman across from us was staring at my feet. My hose were sandlefoot
but the seam was running across the top of my toes. It was obvious I was
wearing pantyhose. She looked up at my face, saw my eyes, then quickly
looked away.
We spent over three hours at the office. I finished my book and had to
spend the remainder of the time watching some bad TV talk shows. The woman
who noticed never said anything to me or my grandmother about my hose. She
was called and left before my grandmother was called. I don't think anyone
else noticed. I figure they had more pressing concerns on their minds.
My mother picked me up as usual but I had to wait in the car while my
mother and grandmother talked on the porch.
"How's grandma?" I asked when my mother got in the car.
"She seems to be okay. Her doctor told her that she checked out fine."
"That's good to hear."
"So," my mother began as we were nearing home, "Did you think about what
we talked about this morning?"
Actually I hadn't given it much thought. I got wrapped up in my reading,
then I worried about my grandmother, and I day-dreamed about IMing with
Elizabeth. "A bit," I answered.
"Well let's have a talk before we get Julie, okay?"
We were soon sitting at the kitchen table. Really serious stuff happens at
the kitchen table and my mother had that "we need to iron this out" look
on her face.
"Earlier today you said you didn't want to look like a girl."
I nodded.
"Do you think you look like a girl?"
"Sometimes I look like a girl from the waist down."
"Hmmm. But from the waist up you're all boy."
"Well, yeah. I guess so."
"I'm not going to put you into a skirt or dress. You didn't protest much
about the shoes and shorts and I see you're wearing them. Are you trying
to tell me this is were you want to stop?"
"I think so. Yes."
"Okay, we can work with that. Do you regret agreeing to wear pantyhose for
the summer?"
I wiggled my toes, reveling in the soft touch of the silky fabric. And
what about Elizabeth and Megan, I thought. They would have never noticed
me before. "No, I don't regret it. Sometimes I really like it. A lot of
the time anymore I don't even notice and sometimes it's really hard." I
thought about telling her how much I liked the attention from some of the
girls, including Samantha, but that's not something I wanted to talk to my
mother about.
"Is this helping you to figure anything out? Do you know more about who
you are now?"
"I think so." I didn't understand what she was asking but she seemed so
serious about it. "You know you have come out of your shell a bit. You've
even made some new friends."
"I know."
"Well, let's go get Julie," she said rising from the table. "If you ever
want to talk about this some more, just tell me. Okay?"
"Okay Mom."
Julie was waiting outside when we pulled up to the mall's main entrance. I
smiled to myself as she walked toward us in her skirt and hose. Mom was
not going to let her get away with sloppy dressing. Once home we helped
Mom heat up some left-overs for dinner. I was getting antsy to check my
email for a message from Elizabeth so I ate quickly and headed for the
computer.
As soon as my IM manager opened I saw Elizabeth's icon and handle. She was
online. I took a deep breath. My heart was thumping and my fingers shaking
a bit. I clicked her icon to open a chat window.
Jamie: Hi Elizabeth. This is Jamie.
Elizabeth: Hi Jamie. How are you?
Jamie: Great.
Jamie: Are you doing anything exciting this summer?
Elizabeth: You mean like a vacation or something?
Jamie: Yes.
I waited and waited.
Jamie: Are you still there?
Elizabeth: Sorry. There's talk about going to Yellowstone or one of the
big parks.
Jamie: That sounds cool.
Jamie: Where do you hang out?
I waited and waited and then waited some more.
Jamie: We could chat later if you're busy.
Elizabeth: Sorry. I'm chatting with my boyfriend too.
Jamie: Won't he be upset about you talking to me?
Elizabeth: Why would he care? I mean you're gay aren't you?
Jamie: No, I'm not.
Elizabeth: But you wear pantyhose.
Jamie: They're clothes. That doesn't mean I'm gay.
Elizabeth: I'm sorry. I just assumed you were.
Jamie: I'll talk to you later.
Elizabeth: bye
I shut down the chat window and then shut down the computer. I wanted to
cry and smash something at the same time. I felt sick. Did Megan think I
was gay too? Even my mother had asked if I was gay. Women wear jeans and
t-shirts. I don't ask them if they're gay. I went to my room and lay face
down on the bed. I thought about talking to my mother about not wearing
hose anymore but a part of me shouted no. I wanted to wear hose. I lay on
my bed debating with myself for a half hour.
Julie's door was shut. That usually meant she didn't want to be bothered
but I needed to talk. I knocked.
"Who is it?"
"Jamie. I need to talk to you."
Julie opened her door without any protest so I must have sounded serious.
"What's up? Are you okay?"
I walked past her and sat on the edge of her bed. She didn't like me
sitting on her bed or even being in her room but she didn't say anything
this time.
"Do you think I'm gay?"
Julie closed the door. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you think I'm gay because I wear pantyhose?"
"No."
"Elizabeth does."
"Who's Elizabeth?"
"That girl I called the other day that gave me her phone number. I was
IMing with her tonight."
"Oh, I'm sorry. She doesn't really know you."
"She has a boyfriend. She only talked to me because she thought I was
gay."
"Jamie, anyone that knows you doesn't think you're gay. I know Samantha
doesn't think that. I'm sure Megan doesn't either." Julie sat on her bed
and hugged me. "I'm sorry Jamie. It's really tough to get rejected. You
just met her anyway."
I kept my head down. I didn't want her to see the tears welling up again.
"Okay, thanks sis." I got up to leave. "Don't tell mom, okay?"
"Of course not."
To be continued
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