In time, all things must pass

The unitard gave me a lot of satisfaction for about a year, until I started dating a girl regularly and we slept together for my first time.  I was so nervous and worried about performing that it ensured I wouldn't.  So crazy how I was so excited all the way up until the moment.  It was as if I didn't want it, while I did want it so very much.  She was understanding.  It wasn't her first time, but she was compassionate and patient.  And on the next try, it finally happened.  I was no longer a virgin... at 23.  Yeah, no doubt it was beyond the average at that time, and today it would almost be laughable.  Well, thankfully I wasn't the 40 year old virgin!

Once I made that breakthrough, the whole idea of wearing tights and unitards seemed so juvenile.  A time that would now be over.  I had moved to the next level.  Now, what to do about my unitard.  I had thought about keeping it as something to use for a future costume.  But then, I also had this nagging feeling about how I shouldn't ever wear it again.  Doing so might entice the fetish, and drag me back to where I felt I'd already moved on.  And so...

 

Yeah.  I felt it was the right thing to do.  I'd never have a costume that would use a sky blue short sleeve footed unitard [although I didn't realize later that I could dye it black].  And so, with a heavy heart, I cut up the unitard.  I probably should have donated it, but then standard used clothing donation centers wouldn't know what to do with it.

I put the cut up pieces of Lycra in a bag, dumped a full waste basket into it, sealed it, and put it out with the trash.  It was gone.