Moving on...

[Carol and I continued to date for almost two years, and I did not seek to involve hosiery in our intimate moments.  I completely stopped wearing tights or unitards.  It was as if the fetish never existed for me.

All good things eventually come to an end.  I wasn't planning on that happening with Carol.  But somehow we were just in different places.  I wasn't ready to settle down, but for her the clock was ticking.  And so we parted ways.  Because we worked at the same place, it was tough having to run into each other nearly every day.  Eventually I changed jobs and moved out of state.]

It was a bit stressful being in a whole new place, with only one friend nearby.  The new job was a mixed situation as well.  While I felt very competent at what I was tasked to do, I was faced with a clique situation and I found it increasingly difficult to "win over" my co-workers.  They were a pretty tight knit little group.  I eventually transferred to another group in the company and that worked out much better.  Dating wise, there weren't any real prospects.  Most of the women at work were married, or in a serious relationship.  Those that weren't were not desirable to me.

In retrospect, I wish I'd had a lot more self confidence.  I was terrible with the club and bar dating scene, about the only venue I knew of to meet women.  I'd made some new friends at work and this was all they knew as well.  I tried to branch out and take some classes in the arts, in hope of meeting up with women in the "real world", but nothing came of that.

I still had a lot of boxes I'd not yet gone through at home, so I figured it was time to cut through them and get it over with.  Some boxes didn't have labels on them and so I left those for last.  Eventually when I got into them, I found one having a zip up duffel bag inside.  When opening that up, I found a tied off garbage bag.  And then inside that... a large collection of tights and unitards.  It was strange to see them again.  I felt oddly detached and yet was keenly aware of how I used to feel about them.  The red footed lycra tights stood out among the rest.  Touching them, I was curious to know if they would feel any different this time around.  So, I slipped them on...

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.  :-)

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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