Wearing tights to school

So it is over.  My mother caught me again and is now on the alert.  I don't have a chance at wearing the tights again.  If I get caught, she'd be so angry with me.  I must not do this again.  Tights are not for me.  I must think of something else.

[At this point, I am devastated at having been caught and resolve never to wear tights again.  I was sad, but then I was also determined to do the right thing.  Little did I know what was to come.]

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It was the winter time when I wrote the last message.  It is now fall.  The leaves are changing to bright colors and the air is getting cooler.  Mommy took us clothes shopping and I got some new things.  My coat is navy blue and it looks like I am a navy guy.  I asked mommy for some high black boots, but she said I do not need any more shoes.  Nina got some clothes too, but I didn't see everything she got.  When we were finally home, we went upstairs to put the clothes away.  That is when I saw bright red.  Nina got some new tights, and one pair was red with twisty lines on the legs that you can feel.  New tights.  For my sister.  This is not good for me.

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Wrath of Mom, part II

It has been some months since I wrote last.  I do not know why I am not able to stop thinking about tights.  In school, there are so many girls wearing bright colored tights.  Some girls look sad to me, because the tights are loose and sagging on their legs.  But some girls look delightful where the fit is snug and their legs look so nice.  My favorite color is red, by far.  There was a girl named Tracey who had on very dark maroon tights.  She took off her shoes when she was sitting at her desk and wiggled her feet in the air with her toes pointed.  I was hypnotized by it and again, the teacher called on me when I wasn't paying attention.  I have to get good at not being noticed!

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When I got home, the first thing I did was to go to upstairs before my sister did, go to her dresser, and take the maroon tights.  I went back to my room and put them on.  They fit small, but I stretched them to fit.  I so wished they were thicker and longer.  But I liked them on me anyway.  I don't know why I like them so much, but I don't care so long as I am wearing them.

"Nyle!!"

My treasure is taken from me

 I was going to go over to my friend's house across the street to play.  But before I went, somehow I got the idea that it would be fun to wear tights under my pants.  I got out the navy blue ones and put them on, then put my pants on over them.  I can't remember now, but I think my pants were like dark slacks, not jeans.  The tights were smooth with the pants and walking felt good.  I went over and we played some games.  My friend's parents had just cleared out a room and replaced the floor with a very smooth stuff [probably vinyl tiles].  It was slippery!  My friend took off his shoes and left on his socks, then ran and stopped quickly, so he would slide.  It was neat!  Kinda like being on ice.  Before I took my shoes off, it suddenly came to me that I was wearing tights!  Uh oh.  Well, maybe they wouldn't be noticed.  They are navy blue and so they can look like socks.  I took off my shoes and saw my tights covered feet.  I felt guilty and also kind of happy about it.  So I ran a bit, stopped short, and let my feet slide.  The tights were smoother than my usual socks, so I slid pretty far.  This was fun!  We must have done this for about an hour until we were exhausted.  I quickly checked the bottom of my feet and was happy to see no holes [these tights have a reinforced heel and toe, so they are opaque at the stress points and easily pass as socks].  This was the first time I let anyone (except for mom) see that I was wearing tights, but they didn't know about it.

Later when I went home, I took off the tights and put them back in my drawer.  I briefly wondered about what to do if the tights get dirty or smelly, because I don't know how to wash clothes.

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