For a moment I wasn't sure what was happening to me. It felt like I was dreaming a bizarre dream. A dream where I am the main person but also just a bystander. It was simply a paradox.
Well it started out like allot of pantyhose wearers first times. I went into the bathroom and found a pair of my mom's pantyhose in the trash can. They were some tan colored pair of hose. I took my pajama's bottoms off and slipped the hose on over my underwear. They felt so good going on.
This happened a long time ago, so I'll tell you the story. I was always close to my cousin Maryanne, we were only a couple of years in age different. Always over her house hanging out. I used to see her all decked out on the weekends when she went bar hopping. I mean she wore mini skirts, tight tops, pantyhose, and very high heels.
The following is a true story, true in every way, except the names have been changed and the conversations have been paraphrased. Now with something to do these holidays, Sam and his sisters were going to require a few more leotards. Once again, I'm sorry about the long delay on this. Along with personal matters, I had felt that I had written myself into a corner for a large length of time. I was previously writing this story as it flowed out from my fingertips, not really having an overall goal for it in mind.