Caught red handed

Oddly enough I somehow forgot about the tights at the end of the next day.  And then it rained overnight.  Then, I remembered them.  Hopefully the trees provided sufficient cover so they didn't get too wet.

In the morning, after breakfast was over and everybody headed out for the day's activities, I didn't have anything immediately pressing.  So, I darted back towards the cabins, veering slightly off the path to check the tree where the tights were stashed.  Sure enough, there they were, still tied to the tree.  But they weren't alone.  A couple of bugs were resting on them!  I quickly brushed them off and then loosened the knot.  Oh damned... they were wet.  I stretched them out and the flapped them in the breeze, which helped get rid of a bit more moisture.  Touching them felt good, though... and I couldn't help myself.

The tree was maybe 10 feet from the path.  It was a big enough tree to hide behind if positioned directly opposite someone else.  But outside of that, it was possible to be seen.  Someone coming down the path would see the tree if the looked at it.  I would have to move along while the person walked by, to ensure I remain hidden.  If I got unlucky and there was two groups of people, then I'd be unable to adequately hide.  Despite that risk... I couldn't resist.  Off went my shorts, underwear, socks, and shoes.  I stood on top of my shoes to keep my feet clean, and quickly slipped on the tights.  There was a nice brief shiver effect, with the remaining moisture evaporating as I slid the tights over my legs.  It sure felt great!

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.]

From ecstacy to misery

[I had a wonderful night with the blue tights in my bed, but couldn't get over the shameful feelings I felt about it.  I would be the next evening, Friday night, when my parents would go out for a late evening and my sister was over at a friend's house again.  I'd had a play date with a friend that night but his parents had to reschedule it for Saturday.  So, I was all on my own again.  Naturally, tights would resurface to occupy my mind.  It was, after all, a fantastic opportunity to indulge in them once more.]

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As soon as my parents were out of the house, I raced upstairs to my room and got out the blue tights.  Excitedly, I stripped off my pants, underwear, and socks, then slid on the tights with deft precision and care.  If you didn't know any better, you'd say I was a ballet dancer with how fast I could get on a pair of tights.

Ecstacy in blue

Now that I had a long forgotten pair of tights for my own, I didn't have to worry about sneaking into my sister's drawers or worry about her tights being missed.  What a relief!  Since my mom had them deep in a box tucked away in the attic, she wasn't planning on wearing them again any time soon.  They were mine, all mine!  :-D