early adult part 2
It was then that I became obsessed with this need to feel like a woman, so what's a guy to do?
Right! I first bought a pair of those fishnet stockings from the book store which I promptly tore
apart trying to fit them on my oversize body. It was then that I turned to late night forays to the
local drug store in search of the famous egg. And I was drawn to them like a hobo on a hotdog.
Off black sheer pantyhose in the white egg. Though no one would be in the store, I felt as if a
million eyes were upon me as I made this very odd purchase. I soon learned to buy other things
along with them, trying to deceive anyone looking at me. Yeah, right! Well, it made me feel better
anyway.
So, I became entrenched in this way of life, buying the hose, doing my thing, and wearing
them out at an incredible rate. Would have helped if I had known my size then! And life was good.
Work was beginning to pan out, the new home was feeling better all the time and I was feeling
just what it was like to be a woman, or so I thought so at the time.
Also, with seemingly every purchase I made, after I was done with them, I hurriedly would
discard them as soon as possible, feeling very guilty about what I had done, even though wearing
them made me feel very different and good inside.
My life at this time was filled up with many things. Getting a foothold at work, learning the job
and all that went with it, going out with the boys, playing and coaching softball and basketball year
round and in general having a good time with life, but inside I was harboring a secret, one I myself
didn't even know existed at the time, and one I didn't dare tell anyone else about. The mere act of
putting on pantyhose and enjoying the feeling that went with it was becoming too much for me to
handle.