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Pantyhose:
It had been another routine early September day in my dead end job when
I went out for my lunch break.
There were some light clouds high up but not the sort of clouds
(cumulonimbus) that the Celts used to say would fall on your head.
That's it, they were Cirrus clouds.
The news had been about some poor man being murdered for trying to
prevent some other man from stealing his motorcycle. He was about the
same age as me, right in the demographic of being most at risk of being
murdered (male, aged 20-30).
I was tired of life and wanted a change. I was looking for something
different, something magic.
I was walking along the broken pavement between my office and the
shopping centre when I noticed something out of place on the pavement.
A pair of opaque brown pantyhose. Why was this out of place? Well, two
things, firstly it was a quiet suburban street where the residents were
quite house proud. Not only did they not leave litter anywhere but they
were constantly using powerhoses to blast their driveways so a discarded
pair of pantyhose looked out of place.
The second thing I noticed was that normally when you saw discarded pair
of pantyhose by the roadside somewhere they were torn or laddered. This
pair did not look damaged so I picked them up to take a closer look.
Just then I thought of the ridiculousness of what I had just done.
Here I was a twenty four year old man holding a pair of pantyhose in my
hands. What was I doing? I will hand them in to the Police as lost
property I told myself. Don't be ridiculous I found myself thinking.
What woman is going to go to the Police Station looking for a pair of
pantyhose? I'll put them down I answered. What kind of man wonders
round putting down or dropping pairs of pantyhose in the street? A
serial killer, a rapist or a bank robber, I found myself answering, or
any combination of the three. I couldn't be seen putting or dropping the
pantyhose so I quickly stuffed them in my suit pocket, excited by how
they felt in my hand.
I had never held anything like this in my hand before. This was
different to my normal humdrum existence.
I got to the shopping centre and went into the local supermarket to get a
sandwich. Normally I would go for something like a "BLT" or a sandwich
with two or three different types of meat but instead I found myself
buying a vegetarian salad. I put it down to the pantyhose in my pocket.
It must be the "something different" or change I have been looking for.
As I stood in the queue to pay for my sandwich I caught myself staring at
the hosiery and lingerie section near the till. What was I doing?
I paid for my salad and left. As I sat down to eat my salad I suddenly
thought how am I going to do this without cutlery? I was relieved to
find a plastic fork under the lid of the container.
I ate my salad and sat there rubbing the pantyhose in my pocket between
my fingers. I know this is going to sound even more ridiculous than
picking up the pantyhose but as I rubbed them it felt like I could hear a
voice inside my head saying "Surrender to me, Chris, surrender to me."
I wasn't about to surrender to anyone. If there was one thing I wasn't
it was some sissy or faggot, I was a fighter.
On my way back to the office I found myself looking at the pavement for
other clothing. Of course, there wasn't any.
The rest of the day was quite difficult as this fear gripped me that if I
put my jacket down, one of my colleagues would find the pantyhose in my
pocket. And I didn't want to explain that to anyone. So I kept my
jacket on. So it was a very hot and uncomfortable afternoon.
That evening when I got home from work I threw my shirt in the laundry
basket and hung up my suit. As I did this I remembered the pantyhose in
my pocket. I took them out and laid them on my bed intending to go
downstairs and throw them away after I had had a shower.
But when I got out of the shower and dried myself off I realised that I
had forgotten to bring any boxer shorts with me. As I went back into my
bedroom to get my boxer shorts I found myself looking at the bed and the
pantyhose I had put there.
"Try me on," said the voice inside my head.
I can't have this feminine garment round my dick I thought. What if it
had been left there by a rapist, serial killer or bank robber? I might
get excited and then there would be my DNA on the pantyhose and I would
get fitted up for some crime I had not committed.
"Don't worry about the boxer shorts, try me on," said the voice inside
my head.
Now, you are going to think I am slow on the uptake. Perhaps you think
you would have worked out by "Surrender to me" that it was the pantyhose
talking? Or perhaps by "try me on"? But have you never missed something
that other people think is obvious?
So now I had worked out it was the pantyhose talking I tried to argue
with it.
"But I need something under you to avoid damaging you, why don't I just
put on some boxer shorts?"
"You are not that well endowed," came the reply.
I could not believe I was having a conversation with an inanimate object!
"Look I am a magic creature, don't worry about underwear, I will provide
it. Try me on."
I can't believe I am doing this I thought as I gingerly rolled the
pantyhose over my right foot. It was a strange and exciting sensation.
I looked down. My right toenails seemed to be shining under the
pantyhose.
I started to roll a pair of pantyhose up my right leg for the first time
in my life. As I rolled them up my leg the hair on my legs under the
pantyhose appeared no longer visible but the hair above the pantyhose was
still there.
I stopped at my right knee and then rolled the pantyhose up my left leg
and the same thing happened.
I now sat there on the edge of my bed with pantyhose covering both my
legs from the knees downwards. I learnt that this was a turning point.
If the pantyhose had not continued to force itself on me, up to my hips,
maybe, just maybe, things may not have not happened to me as they did.
As I reached my groin I noticed I was now wearing a pair of black silk
knickers so I could carry on rolling them up to my hips without damaging
them. I did so.
They felt amazing and I rubbed my legs under them and thought how I
looked like a woman from the waist down. My hips and backside had taken
on womanly curves and my legs looked hairless.
"Surrender to me, resistance is useless, become what you were meant to
be!" the pantyhose told me.
I felt my crotch.
"Wow, how have you done? It's like I have no penis."
"Feel my power. For once I will let you remove me, but if you put me
back on, you will never be able to remove me again."
I carefully removed the pantyhose.
I was still wearing my panties and my legs were now hairless. I had
candy pink nail polish on my toes.
"Great, how do I get my hair back and lose the nail polish?"
"You don't," replied the pantyhose.
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