John finds a pair of shiny black pantyhose rolled up carefully at the bottom of the case. They appear different to any pantyhose he had ever seen before. He strangely feels drawn to the pantyhose and finds himself removing his shoes, socks, and trousers. John was now fully undressed.
This is a story about how I became a pair of pantyhose, permanently. My name is Tom, errr was. I'm just a pair of pantyhose now. I had a huge crush on this friend of mine. Her name was Sarah, and she was a 5'3'' Brunette with a skinny and athletic build. We had met during our second year of college and instantly became friends.
This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she started encouraging me to wear them -- Tracy. Sunday morning, Mom came in my room to pick out my clothes. She got out a nice shirt and dress pants from my closet, and then when she turned around, I saw she had a package of Osco Drug panty hose in her hand.
Stick to the basics when it comes to hosiery and only wear nude or black pantyhose. Colored tights are a different story. See Rule 5.