I Enjoy Being a Girl

by Linda Nylons

 

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This is true, not made up or a piece of fiction. As life goes by things change and so do lifestyles. Where once I was the breadwinner, my wife has taken over the roll. Where she was the housewife, I have taken that roll on. The only thing in my life that hasn’t changed is the fact that I have always liked wearing female clothing. That started when I was about 5 years old and tried on my Mummy’s nylons and got caught and told off. Nothing happened again until I would be about 12 or 13 and I started getting strange urges to wear my mothers nylons. I can remember pinching a pair and wearing them in bed at night. I would pull them up tight and with my hands inside my pyjama bottoms I would pull on the welts. It gave me a nice feeling inside, especially around my willie that went stiff. Then one night whilst doing that my willie started to twitch and the next thing was my pyjamas were wet. Once I realised what it was and how nice the feeling was you couldn’t stop me, I was at it every night, undressed, nylons on, in bed, pulling on the welts (stocking tops) with my willie rubbing against my pyjamas followed by gush. As time went by I progressed to wanting to wear other things, so, when my Mum went out to work at 4.30pm and my Dad didn’t get home from work until 6.00pm and my little Brother was either out playing or watching TV down stairs, I would be raiding my Mums drawers for underclothes. I can remember a pair of white satin French knickers and a green woolly dress that smelt of nice perfume. I remember dressing up as often as I could in the bed room and nearly getting caught by my Brother when he wanted to come into the room for some reason and I was on the other side of the door dressed in my Mums underwear and nylons trying to keep the door shut and yelling to him that I would be down in a minute. I got away with it and I think that curtailed the urge to dress, although I still wore the nylons in bed at night until the were all laddered and full of holes. I suppose I was about 15 by this time and after I had carefully put the very worn nylons in the bin I didn't feel the urge to dress in nice things again until I got married when by this time I was 20 years old in the mid 1960’s.

 

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We had been married for about 1 year when the urge to dress started again. She wasn’t keen for me to wear one of her nighties to start with, but sometimes she would relent, and in the 10 years we were married she became quite happy for me to dress in all her clothes (we were about the same size apart from shoes). Sometimes when she came home from shopping she would bring me a present of a pair of nylons, which I always appreciated and enjoyed wearing. However as I said earlier our lives change and mine did when I met someone else, and the grass is always greener, or so we think. After 10 years of marriage and 1 young son we divorced. The new love in my life also had a young son about 4 years younger than mine and he came with her, unfortunately. In those days I had the sort of job were I was out on the road selling, so I could work the hours to suit me, so, not long after we met, we rented a cheap bed-sitter in an old house. The room wasn’t much to look at but there was a bed and a small kitchen. With her son being at school all day, it was a great love nest for us. One afternoon whilst lying together on the comfy bed, she asked me if I’d ever fancied wearing tights, as she thought they looked so sexy on ballet dancers. BINGO. She brought a pair with her the following afternoon and the rest is history. I guided her, shall we say, on to us both wearing nylons and silky underwear and we would be at it like rabbits. In the afternoon, and in the evenings or at weekends, if we got the chance, in the car, and one time we even borrowed the keys to a new show house that was for sale and had it on the stairs.

 

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This went on for about 2 years before I split up with my wife and moved into the bed-sit, every thing for most of the time seemed great as we were both going to leave our spouses, and be together, forever happy. The bottom line was, she split with her husband and managed to get a Council flat taking her son with her. That wasn’t the fairy tale ending I had planned, I had thought it would be just the two of us. I joined them in the flat and lived a 10 year guilt trip about leaving my son to go to a ready made family. Having said all that, her son spent every weekend with his father and when I wasn’t seeing my son we had a great time together dressing each other up and having fun. Once the divorces were out of the way and we had some money put by we jointly bought a house on the coast. She was quite kinky in some ways and I remember the time we went to the theatre in town and all she wore was a black see-through blouse, a red mini-kilt, black fully fashioned nylons held up by a black suspender belt and a pair of patent leather high heels. No panties and no bra, and she was quite a big girl so her nipples stood out as the filmy material rubbed against them as she walked half a dozen paces in front of me through town. I had a raging hard on as her hips swayed and the hem of her kilt moved side to side showing off the tops of her nylons every now and then. The looks on peoples faces was incredible as they turned around to stare at her as she walked past them, her breasts plainly on view. I’m not making one word up, it’s all true, but I don’t know what either one of us would have done if someone had gone up to her. When we were seated in the theatre and the lights were down she parted her legs and asked me to make her come with my fingers. I did. I can’t remember what the play was and afterwards we walked back to the car arm in arm as it had gone dark by then and quite late.

We would go to the Lingerie departments in large stores and purchase 2 pairs of matching panties, slips, bras and suspender belts, one set in her size, the other in mine. We would do the same in the Hosiery dept with our nylons, she took size 9 ½ and I took 10 ½. It was obvious to the sales ladies what we were doing but it was fun. When either of us bought a dress or skirt we would model the purchases when we got back home. That side was good but I couldn’t get rid of the guilt I felt and it showed. In the end she left me. If things had of worked out OK I know we would have done lots of new and exciting things together.

 

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I bought her half of the house from her and one day when I was working away she came and took most of the furniture. Oh well, new start. By this time I had quite a wide range of clothes, shoes and boots and accessories, and being on my own now, apart from seeing my son on a Saturday I decided to wear my fem clothes when ever possible. It also made me feel a bit better because I really missed her. I bought cosmetics and a black wig from a department store. It’s funny but buying female stuff has never bothered me so I was quite happy to buy what was needed. After a while I felt I wanted to go further than just being dressed in the house and as it was January and dark by 5.00pm I decided to go outside dressed. I had bought a grey plastic type mac so I could wear that. The first time was nerve wracking to say the least. I didn’t want to catch any ones attention so I wore seamless nylons rather than the fully fashioned ones I normally wear, with a skirt and blouse and this grey mac on. The house is in a quiet residential area so having looked out of the window and not seeing anyone around I ventured out into the dark. I don’t care what anyone says about going out dressed, my heart was beating ten to the dozen and my hands were shaking. It was exciting walking out side in the street dressed as a women but at the same time I was scared that someone would see me and do something? I made myself slow down and try to look natural, and after being out for a while I began to enjoy the feel of my skirt against my nylon clad legs and the feel of my nylons pulling on the suspender straps. That really is something you have to experience for yourself to know how fantastic it feels. It’s certainly different to walking around the house and it was the same for my feet in these shoes and they began to ache. I made my way back home with mixed emotions of exhilaration and fear and I think by the time I reached the front door, fear was just leading as I tried to get the key in the lock. The first thing I did was to have a large vodka and anything to calm down. After that night I went out a number of times, sometimes taking the car to other towns and then walking the shops at night. Thinking back I also did some stupid things like going one Sunday to the market that is held on the quayside of a City in the North where lots and lots of people mingle around. After I had parked the car I saw a Policeman standing about 50 yds further up the street. I picked up the Sunday paper I had bought earlier, yes that was stupid too, and started to look at it. He eventually went and I got out of the car to look around the market. I was OK until I think a couple of teenage girls read me, maybe it was the way they were giggling and looking at me. I turned and went back to the car and away. The other time was when, for some reason I wanted to go out one Friday morning in June. A lovely warm Spring morning and after I had parked the car in the car park walked through town with my grey mac on. For some reason I walked into the Co-op Store picked up a pair of nylons and took them to the cash point. I cringe now when I think, I was wearing black gloves because my hands at the time looked like mans hands. The woman on the checkout must have guessed as I fumbled with the money in my hand. She handed me the nylons in a bag and I mumbled thank you and left. As I reached the car park and got in the car a wagon drove in I think to mend some holes in the surface, but luckily I managed to get past, or I would have been stuck there until they’d have finished. All the same I’m glad I’ve done it.

 

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Since then I have met someone else who became my wife, although she knew about most of my past exploits soon after we met we are very happy together. In the time we have been together I have been made redundant after over 20 years service, and she now has quite a responsible job. For most of our married life I have worn nylons, suspender belt and panties all the time, and wear a nightie to bed. During the week I am the housewife doing the housework and all the cooking, always wearing sensible but feminine attire. As I am sat here writing this (on a Sunday afternoon) I am wearing a bra, corset, panties, suspender belt, top and slip-ons and crepe baggy pants, all bought for me by my wife. The nylons are tan, fully fashioned, from the 1950’s, which, in a way takes us back to the start of this potted true story.

The nice things about my life now, are that I have nail varnish on my toe-nails, I shave my legs, under arms and body hair, my finger nails are manicured and clear gloss varnish and I wear perfume. I always wear nylons, suspender belt and panties (even under male clothes) and always wear a bra whilst at home because my outer clothes are always female anyway, ranging from skirts, baggy crepe pants to skirts, blouses and various tops, not forgetting slip-on shoes with a small heel. I have my own aprons and rubber gloves for doing the daily chores, which I try to get done in the morning so that it gives me time to prepare dinner. I normally wait until the housework is done, before I have a very close shave, then apply my make-up and put on my blond shoulder length wig. I have shaved my eyebrows slightly, to give a more feminine appearance when using my eyebrow pencil. When my wife arrives home from the office I like to look pretty for her and make sure she has something warm inside her as soon as possible. Sometimes in the evening I will lay on the settee, with my legs on her lap, whilst she slides her hands along the seams of my nylons, pure heaven.

If dear reader you have any questions, e-mail me, linda@stockingheaven.net

 

 

 

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