Onto adolescence

Without the blue tights to wear, I had little choice but to wear the purple tights.  And each time I did, there was a risk of damaging them, stretching them out enough to be noticed, or getting caught.  I couldn't ever remember my sister wearing them.  I really don't know why... maybe they had been meant for a certain outfit that fell out of favor.  They didn't go with anything else she typically wore.  But I was thankful of that because without them, I don't know what other tights I could have gotten.  And now, my time with them was growing short.

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[Another couple of years went by.  I was now twelve years old.  I had tried wearing the tights less often.  It would be once every couple of weeks, maybe even longer.  I did get busy with other things.  There was also my rising interest in girls.  I really did like them and had a crush on a couple in my school.  But... I was not a confident boy.  I was timid.  I was also dealing with bullies.  Oh yeah, the bullies.  How could I completely forget to write about them earlier?  But then, this is a tights diary.  Perhaps it might be worth mentioning that it wasn't just the wearing of tights that weakened my self esteem, but also the atrocious horrible nature of boys who like to bully.  I was a sensitive boy and it was very hard for me to hide my feelings.  The perfect target.  Funny enough... good looking kid, reasonably strong physique, and academically smart.  I should have been a popular kid, top player on a school team, desired by girls.  Well, I was desired, as I'd later find out... oh how many times I missed realizing that those compliments were given in a friendly off-hand way because girls hate being obvious.  But, they weren't obvious enough for me.  I didn't have the awareness, the understanding of the subtle cues that signaled "she likes you."  And so... when I was not responsive enough for a few girls, they started thinking I might be gay.  Well, I wasn't very close with any girl in particular, only engaging in just friendly chit-chat with the ones I knew; no broadcast of signals like "I'm attracted to you."  Yet, I was... I was just unsure about how to show it.  So, in time, there would be a couple of more hardened girls that would decide to make me a target as well.  You're not interested in me?  Then you're a faggot.

All of this social pressure began to take its toll on me.  I attributed it partly to the tights.  That wearing them weakened me, feminized me, made me less appealing.  So, I attempted to practice abstinence.]

Tempting fate

It was a Friday night and I didn't have anywhere to go.  I didn't make any plans to be with friends and just expected to be home.  My mom went out and left us to our own resources--no baby sitter.  My sister Nina had a couple of her friends over.  One named Betty and the other one Theresa.  I didn't find any of them attractive, but Theresa came over wearing these stunning red tights.  She took off her black low heeled shoes and walked around the house with her tights covered feet.  At one point my sister asked her if she brought a nightie with her, but Theresa said she didn't.  "What will you sleep in?  Do you want to borrow a nightie of mine?"  "Um, no that's OK.  I'll just sleep in my tights."  "Your tights?  Huh... are you sure you don't want to borrow a nightie?"  "Nah, that's OK.  I like wearing tights."

Of course that last bit perked my ears up and raised my opinion of Theresa considerably.  :-)

The nylon trigger

[After my first experience with the purple tights, having my first orgasm, I stopped wearing tights for nearly half a year, maybe longer.  And then, something triggered it...]

Each year in school, I see most of the same kids.  But there is almost always a new kid or two.  This month we started 5th grade, and a girl named Melissa joined our class.  She is almost my height, with dark blonde hair, and a nice smile.  I really have a kind of crush on her.  But, she seems more interested in two other boys in our class.  I'm jealous of that attention.  I've tried talking to her a few times, and she's friendly enough, but she doesn't ask me any questions.  She's just not that interested in me.  I felt less of myself because of this.

I wouldn't have mentioned Melissa, except that she has one quality about her that makes her even more attractive to me.  She wears tights.  Lots of tights.  Almost every day she has tights on, and with either sandals or open toed shoes.  It's only in the winter when she wears shoes that cover her feet completely.