Jill's Beginnings
Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 10:16 pm
I remember sneaking my mother's pantyhose when I was a child. I was around 2 or 3 and I remember in a very fuzzy way feeling her pantyhose and nylons. I remember fairly well one time playing with them in my room, with my back against the door so as to keep her out. She tried to open the door at one time and it really scared me. I remember feeling that I shouldn't be doing what I was doing. It's strange to think that at such a young age I sensed that I was doing something that was in some sense deemed unacceptable by many people. Hmm, I suppose 'proper' gender roles are indeed conditioned very early on.
When I became 10 or 11, I remember being curious about my old interest in nylons. The curiousity, of course, was tinged with excitement. When everyone went to bed, I remember slipping on pantyhose in my room and having a wonderful time. A year later, I decided to try on more clothes. It began with pantyhose, bra, and a slip. Then it moved from there fairly quickly to the whole outfit. Make up didn't really come until I was in my early twenties. My mother did have a wig, which I used when I was younger.
I remember the excitement I would feel when my parents left and I had the house to myself I would strip down naked in my room and run to the closet, opening the door and seeing all the high heels, skirts, tops, girdles, pantyhose, panties, etc. I would choose what I would wear and slowly slip on my panties, then put on the bra, and choose which color nylons to wear. It was always exhilarating to slide on the pantyhose and feel them sheer all over my legs, inner thigh, crotch, and derriere. My favorite outfit was this cream/white skirt suit made of this synthetic/cashmere blend, making it soft and very stretchy. I would pull on the short, fitted skirt over my suntan/nude pantyhose covered legs, then place the fitted tank top and fitted matching sweater jacket over it. Slipping into the ankle-straps were the best: i love the way a nylon covered foot just slides into the sexy heels!
I would love the way the skirt would flap against my upper back thighs when I walked on the heels, and the way it would stretch over my my derriere, feeling it stretch over it with the pantyhose. One of the most memorable moments is walking outside for the first time fully dressed up. I distinctly remember feeling the cool night air blowing against my nylon clad legs, caressing them and gently blowing up against my hot inner thighs and crotch under my skirt. It was very exciting!
Then came college, when I first bought my own stuff....
Thanks for letting me share!
When I became 10 or 11, I remember being curious about my old interest in nylons. The curiousity, of course, was tinged with excitement. When everyone went to bed, I remember slipping on pantyhose in my room and having a wonderful time. A year later, I decided to try on more clothes. It began with pantyhose, bra, and a slip. Then it moved from there fairly quickly to the whole outfit. Make up didn't really come until I was in my early twenties. My mother did have a wig, which I used when I was younger.
I remember the excitement I would feel when my parents left and I had the house to myself I would strip down naked in my room and run to the closet, opening the door and seeing all the high heels, skirts, tops, girdles, pantyhose, panties, etc. I would choose what I would wear and slowly slip on my panties, then put on the bra, and choose which color nylons to wear. It was always exhilarating to slide on the pantyhose and feel them sheer all over my legs, inner thigh, crotch, and derriere. My favorite outfit was this cream/white skirt suit made of this synthetic/cashmere blend, making it soft and very stretchy. I would pull on the short, fitted skirt over my suntan/nude pantyhose covered legs, then place the fitted tank top and fitted matching sweater jacket over it. Slipping into the ankle-straps were the best: i love the way a nylon covered foot just slides into the sexy heels!
I would love the way the skirt would flap against my upper back thighs when I walked on the heels, and the way it would stretch over my my derriere, feeling it stretch over it with the pantyhose. One of the most memorable moments is walking outside for the first time fully dressed up. I distinctly remember feeling the cool night air blowing against my nylon clad legs, caressing them and gently blowing up against my hot inner thighs and crotch under my skirt. It was very exciting!
Then came college, when I first bought my own stuff....
Thanks for letting me share!
