Then almost to the gate I had to go to the restroom.  It was crowded like the hall outside and I had to stand in line waiting for a urinal, only to discover you can't pee standing when you are wearing a leotard over your tights.  I had to go into a stall and take off everything on top of the tights and leotards before I could pull the leotard and tights down. I was so tempted to take the tights and leotard and flush them down the toilet. It was hard, really hard not to. It also took the longest time for me to get the nerve to them back on so I could wear them out in public again. I put them on three separate times only to change my mind again and remove them. The only thing that kept me from dumping them was the knowledge that my situation would get much worse if I did that. There was a neon pink set of tights and leotards waiting for me if I did that.

I was feeling a little better when I came out of the bathroom and headed down the hall for the gate. I stopped for a quick drink of water only to have an older boy come up behind me as I drank. "You are one sick looking little puppy!" He said.  He was close enough that I was the only one who heard him, but the comment didn't help me any.  I started down the hall as quickly as I could without running, when louder now he called out again.  "If my mother tried to make me dress like that I'd run away from home."  Another sure fire confidence-building experience.  I was happy to find a seat open between Danny and Sally. Bad as that was what happened next was worse.

Never argue with a little girl, it annoys the girl, you can't win, and it makes you look very stupid. I had just gotten into my book during the few minutes before we boarded the plane when she came up.  "Boys don't wear tights," She said.

I tried to ignore her, but she was worse then a headache that just wouldn't go away.  Louder now she said, "Don't you know anything, Boys don't wear tights!" "Why." I asked. "You're wearing tights."

"I'm a girl, stupid. Girls wear tights, boys aren't supposed to wear tights."

"Is there a law against it?" I asked.

"No you look funny wearing them. Why are you wearing tights?" She asked.  

I was just about to answer her when Danny jumped in.  Danny has the uncanny ability to say just enough at the right time to turn a bad situation into one that is truly horrible.  This time was no exception.

"They're not his, they're my older sister's tights.  Mommy's making him wear them as punishment because she caught him dressing up in them without my sister's permission.

The little girls eyes opened wide, as she looked over at Danny and said. "You're teasing me, big boys don't play dress up. Then Danny said, "It's the truth, my mommy caught him wearing them after school." Just ask my sister," she said as she pointed to Sally.  When Sally nodded her head yes, that convinced her.  She ran back across the room squealing at the top of her lungs. "Mommy, mommy, come look quick. There's a boy over there who has on girls tights and he looks so silly." Well that made everybody look up and around the room to spot me. I was quickly the center of attention for most of the people in the room. Now she had an attentive audience as she went on in the same loud voice; "He has to wear them because his mommy caught him playing dress up in his sisters tights."

I slowly sank down in the chair trying to hide. I wanted to gag them all, If I had access to Duct tape… Ah, the thought of  Sally, Danny and the little girl sitting on the chairs with shiny Duct tape tightly strapped across the mouths.  The little girl's mother grabbed her arm and told her to sit down and be quiet.  Danny scurried over to where mom was sitting before I could get my hands on her. Then she looked back at me and stuck out her tongue.  I got up and ran back to the only place where I could have a bit of seclusion and safety.  The bathroom.

While hiding back in my favorite stall I made my decision. This time when I came out I had the white tights and leotard safely stuffed in the bathroom trash can. I had made my decision and I stuck with it until I left the bathroom and found Mom was waiting for me right outside the door.  She stared at me for a moment then shook her head and pulled some of neon pink cloth out of her purse.  Recognizing it for what it was, I scurried back into the bathroom. I know I looked silly and I felt incredibly stupid as I dug my tights and leotards back out of the trash can. This time I took my time and stayed in the restroom for as long as I could.  This time when I came out my resolve was in the trashcan and I had my tights and leotard back on.  Mother's pink threat had been very effective.

Nothing further happened to me and I was really glad to finally get on the plane. Danny wanted the window seat and by this time I didn't care that I ended up on the aisle. Thankfully the captain turned off the lights and I fell asleep reading. I slept all the way to Kansas City.

Kansas City was packed also.  The baggage claim was wall to wall people; there must have been hundreds of people there. Mother made me stand crowd by the baggage carrousel and wait for our bags. It was so humiliating having to stand in a crowd with people all around me.

I was quickly discovering that girls had the biggest reactions when they saw my tights.  As I stood there waiting for the baggage to arrive I noticed a boy staring at me for several minutes.  He moved around several times so he could get a better look, then he disappeared.    I looked around for him to see what he was up to when I spotted him on the other side of the carrousel talking to three girls and pointing back over to where I was standing. When I saw the girls shaking their heads and acting like they didn't believe him, I knew they were going to come over and look, I didn't want them to, but I knew they would. I was not surprised when moments later I heard a girl behind me exclaim, "Oh my gosh, he is wearing tights!" I wanted to leave but the baggage was arriving and I had to stand there waiting for our baggage.  

The whole time I was getting our bags I could hear parts of the girl's conversation.  They were trying to whisper but it was still easily heard. They were trying to get up the nerve to come over and ask me while I was wearing tights. I kept hearing, "No, you ask him…. Not me, you wanted to know why so you ask. him." I was hopping and praying they wouldn't find the nerve to come over. I didn't have a good answer for them, and I didn't want to use Danny's explanation.

I was finally saved by the arrival, of my aunt.  She came up behind me and gave me a big hug.  "I'm so glad you all made it, let me help you get those bags." I was happy she was there, but from the perplexed look on her face she wanted to know why too.  

When we got the bags to the car, I could tell from the look on my cousin Erin's face that Sally had already told her what was going on.  Erin was trying to keep a straight face, but was failing.  Robert, my other cousin who is between Danny and I in age was standing with Danny laughing.  I tried to think of some good and convincing reason why I was dressed like I was but once again Danny saved me the trouble, and made it worse.

"Mother's punishing him for stealing Sally's tights and leotards then getting them all dirty and stained when he wore them. So now he has to wear them every day on the trip."  Short sweet and to the point. I wanted to dig a hole in the back seat and pull a rock in on top of me.  Thankfully Aunt Jane quickly changed the subject, and nothing more was said on the way to Aunt Jane's house. I later learned mom and Aunt Jane had a long discussion about it and Aunt Jane deferred to mother on it. I had hoped that Robert would be on my side against my sisters and cousin but he joined in with Danny and started calling me Pantyhose Boy.

Aunt Jane's lived in the house Mom and Aunt Jane grew up in. It had two floors, a full basement and a full attic. Mom got the guestroom, with Danny, I bunked with Robert and Erin and Sally shared a room.  It was late enough by then that nothing more was said and we all fell asleep. I don't think I slept a bit that night.  First, as I recalled the day's events and how I had gotten into this situation, I developed an erection. That's when I realized that while it had been humiliating and embarrassing it had also be very exciting and stimulating at the same time. Some part of me wanted to go out in public dressed in my sister's tights and leotards.  It was as I was thinking about this that I finally drifted off into a sleep.  Even asleep the tights tormented me as I kept dreaming I was dressed in tights and everyone pointed at me and laughed.  It didn't matter what I tried to do I kept finding myself in large crowds of people wearing Sally's Neon Pink tights and leotard.  I was almost happy to hear the alarm go off the next morning, only it wasn't the alarm it was the doorbell.

When I heard the doorbell I realized it had to be Mary Margaret.  Then I heard Danny squeal her name confirming it was indeed Mary Margaret.  Danny adores Mary Margaret and always enjoys it when they can get together.   Aunt Jane had explained last night on the way from the airport that Mary Margaret would be spending the next few days with us.  Her dad was out of town and her mother had to work until overtime until Christmas day so Mary Margaret would be staying with us while her mother was at work.  I really wasn't looking forward to spending a lot of time with Mary Margaret. At times is very difficult to deal with and some kids didn't like her.  She was genius level smart, outspoken, strongly opinionated, stubborn, sarcastic and blunt, very, very blunt.

Now Sally, with a payback time smile on her face, came upstairs telling me to come down for breakfast.  "Breakfast is ready Pantyhose Boy, and Mary Margaret is over to see you," she said. "So you need to get dressed, properly dressed before you come down." By now I knew exactly what Sally meant by that. That however, didn't stop her from explaining in detail. "Mom wants you in your blue plaid shirt, Jean shorts, and the red tights and leotard.  If you have problems with the zipper just give me a call I'll be glad to help.

I hadn't fully checked on what was packed in my suitcase before we left home, so some of it was a shock to me. There were tights and leotards in the suitcase I had never taken from Sally. In addition to the white tights I had already worn mom had packed the following colors of tights, Black (2), Red, Royal Blue, Purple, Ballet Pink, Green, Beige, Navy, Gray and Hot Pink.  Leotards in Black, Red, White (3), Purple and Hot Pink. Long sleeve Unitards with turtlenecks and back zippers in Black, and Red.  Two pair of shiny nylon tights one in Gold with a tapering Purple stripe down each side that spiraled around the leg. The other shiny tights were baby blue. The shiny tights were a heavier nylon then the regular tights and they were footless. I knew now the coming eight days was going to be horrible, you wouldn't be able to tell if I'm a boy dressing like a girl or a girl dressing like a boy."

I quickly put on the required red tights and red leotard.  Wishing that Sally wasn't in love with turtleneck leotards with back zippers.  I was beginning to hate back zippers. There is a point in the center of my back where my arms are too short to push it any higher and it's too low for me to grab it from the top with my arms over my shoulders.  However I didn't want to go downstairs without it being zipped up.  It took some frantic contortions, but I was finally able to pull it up and put my shirt on over it.  The shirt covered most of the leotard and it looked like I had on a red turtleneck sweater on under my shirt.  However the bright red tights easily visible on my legs spoiled that effect. Any girl who saw it would immediately recognize it as a red leotard. In my rush to get dressed I completely overlooked the greatest problem the leotard would make for me today.

I stood by the door for the longest time, trying to get my courage up.  I was mentally beating myself for ever wearing my sister's stupid tights. It was the stupidest thing I had ever done.  I finally took three deep breaths and braced myself to go downstairs.

It's ShowTime, flashed through my mind, and I reluctantly realized just how true that was. Going down the stairs reluctantly started another day of public humiliation, and private excitement and stimulation. While I was dreading, with all my being, what would happen today.  I also knew it was going to be very stimulating, exciting and fun wearing them in public. That didn't mean it would less difficult or humiliating. I now had mixed feeling of not wanting to do it while another part wanted to do it very badly.

Mary Margaret was on the couch across from the stairs waiting for me. I had met Mary Margaret three years ago when we first visited Aunt Jane, and since then we had become very good friends. I was trying my best to act as if nothing was wrong, but I was failing miserably. I saw her eyes open in surprise when she saw how I was dressed. She had this funny little smile on her face; as she stood up to get a better view.  I expected some sort of whistle or comment and she didn't disappoint me.

"When she stood up it was my turn to be surprised. During the last year she had changed considerably.  The last time I had seen her she had been a skinny little beanpole, and she now had a body that wouldn't quit. With her new figure, dark red hair, green eyes, and freckles, she was now a fabulous looking little fox.  I wondered if her personality had changed too.

Why are you wearing those tights? I know, you want to be one of Santa's little helpers for Christmas.  Aren't they supposed to wear those pointy toed shoes that curl up at the end?"

No, still blunt, very blunt.  I wanted to give her a snappy answer when "Third Time is the Charm," Danny zinged me again, just like she had done at the airport. She was doing it on purpose to embarrass me. Now Mary Margaret was laughing at the mental picture of me playing dress up in Sally's tights.  I lunged for Danny, but she ran squealing into the kitchen and the safety of Mother and Aunt Jane. That left me alone in the front room with Mary Margaret. She was trying to control her laughter, but every time she was about to stop, she said, "Playing dress up, that's…" and collapsed into laughter on the couch again.  

I could only stand there waiting for her to stop laughing.  Actually her laughter was easier to live with then her questions.  Once something catches her interest she won't let it go until she completely understands it. I had a sickening feeling that my tights interested her, and I was right.  When she stopped laughing, she just wouldn't let it drop until I finally explained the whole thing to her.  

The more I explained the bigger Mary Margaret's smile got.  A couple of times I thought she was going to start laughing again, but she managed to contain herself, barely. I couldn't tell if she was sympathetic or just found it humorous but I didn't feel threatened by her questions so I explained it all to her. I even included how I felt when I attended Sally's dance recital, and told her about the other tights and leotards packed in my suitcase. When I was done her comment summed it up, but didn't make me feel better.

"Oh my this is wicked, really wicked. Only a boy could have gotten himself into this situation. Then she pointed out something I hadn't seen, a sore point that made obvious something that I hadn't seen. Who came up with this, Sally or your Mother?  No let me guess. It must have been Sally. Only someone with an artistic bent could come up with something this diabolically clever. Then setting it up so you chose it, that's the part I love, you chose it. It's like something out of an O. Henry story. There are a couple of boys at school that I would dearly love to see in this situation.

Friend or not, I was ready to put her on my strangle list, along with Danny, when she said the magic words that helped change my whole trip. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing like this, but you've really gotten yourself into a difficult and embarrassing situation that is outstandingly funny.

"I know it can't be easy for you to wear tights out in public. How can I can help make it easier for you?" Maybe the two of us together can make it less embarrassing for you."

I couldn't believe what she was saying.  I had never expected her to offer to help me. There was no way I could see that my situation could possibly be made better or easier, but I had nothing to loose. I quickly accepted her offer and she went home for a few minutes while I went in to breakfast.

Mary was back in less then twenty minutes; she had changed into a completely new outfit.  She was now wearing bright red tights, and a red turtleneck sweater under a short denim jumper.  Considering the short notice it matched mine remarkably. I had never considered that Mary Margaret would want to wear a matching outfit with red tights just to help me.  The reason wasn't long in coming and was surprising. "You're my friend, and I want to help you. I also am very curious to see people's reactions when they see you wearing them." Then she got an impish look on her face as she whispered to me. "I also I think you look cute in them."  

That remark, and how she looked in a short skirt and red tights, instantly took her off my Strangle List and put her on my Rib Tickle List.  I was really looking forward to tickling her while she had a short skirt and tights on.

Breakfast done Aunt Jane loaned us the Van so we could run some errands and do some shopping.   Aunt Jane still had to work today.  The temperature was hovering between the thirties and forties and we had to wear jackets to go outside. Even with the cold weather it was bright and sunny outside.  I was shocked at how bright my tights looked in direct sunlight.  I almost started pleading again like I had done yesterday evening when we left home. But Mary Margaret came to my rescue.  "Come on lets do this together," she said as she took my arm and helped me past my hesitation at the top of the porch stairs.

The first stop was a surprise for me. I had been reading a book and didn't realize where we were going until we parked in front of the dancing supplies store.  Sally was smiling at me in a way that gave me a very nervous feeling. We were supposed to be replacing her tights, but she intended this stop to be for me.

I didn't want to go in, but I knew if I refused Mom and Sally would just gang up on me so I tried to be subtle,  "I'll just stay in the car and read while you all go in the store." I nonchalantly said. But Mom said I had to come in and pay for Sally's replacements.  A cold spot instantly developed in my stomach, I knew if I went inside something terrible would happen.  Even if I didn't buy anything I didn't want to go into a ballet supply store wearing red tights and leotards.  

"No Andy, we are going to do it right now, we are here, and I don't have any other time for this.  You have to replace Sally's tights now, like you promised, before you spend your money on something else."

I crossed my fingers and hoped the store would be empty but it wasn't. There were a number of other Mothers and daughters buying dancing supplies, and while I wasn't the only boy in the store, I was the only boy wearing shorts and red tights, so of course I attracted attention.  The store was big with racks and racks of tights, leotards, skirts, tutus and ballet shoes all over the room.

At first I waited by the counter, while Sally and Mom made their selections. While I was waiting I watched the girls walking around the store in tights and leotards. Still nervous my heart was again pounding.  I didn't want to be out in front of all those girls and women, dressed so conspicuously.  So I went over by Mary Margaret, figuring the racks of clothing would help hide my outfit. It was better then standing at the counter in tights and leotards. Both Mary Margaret and Danny were going around the room looking at the clothes.  Sally had just gone back to the fitting room when Mom called me back over.  Danny had found a box at the back of the store marked "99 Cents each".  Just as I got back to the counter Mom handed something pink to Danny, who then headed for a dressing room.

Mom, who was now holding several packages of pink tights, asking the sales lady what was wrong with them. The sales lady told her they were closeouts.  It had been a bulk order for a dance school that had gone out of business before the order arrived.  It had been stored for so long the packages had just gotten dirty in the storage room and they couldn't return them.  The store was selling them below cost just to get rid of them.  

That's when Mom handed me two packages of the pink tights saying "Here dear, lets see if these will fit you too.  Quickly I said  "No, " but Mothers look said, "Yes." I lost, and ended up going across the room to the group of small curtain covered cubicles. Just exactly what I had wanted to avoid.

I was soon in a small cubical looking at myself in the mirror.  Reality was drastically different from all the times I had dreamed and fantasized about buying tights in a store. I never had the nerve to go out and try them on by myself and now I didn't have any choice in it. I had never for one minute dreamed that my mother and stepsister, would be the ones that dragged into the store and forced me to wear them. I had a cold frightened feeling in my stomach and I wanted to be anywhere else, doing anything else but this.  I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, took a deep breath and took off my shoes, jeans and shirt.  My heart was racing as I had scary visions of someone pulling the curtain and exposing me as I was changing.

Just then Mary Margaret called from the dressing room next to mine.  "Are you doing OK, are you having any problems?" I almost said I was OK but that's when I realized I had a very big problem, my leotard.  I had my shorts and shirt off but again I couldn't reach the zipper on my leotard. Her close presence helped and when I told her my problem she came out of her dressing room in her tights and turtleneck to help with the stubborn zipper. Damn, she looked nice in a tight red sweater and tights.

I finally looked at the thin plastic bags I was holding. The tights were called Chianti Clear and I discovered they were very soft with a smooth feeling. At first I thought they were too small. But they really stretched as I pulled them over my feet and worked them up my legs. I had never felt anything like them before. They were different from any of the Danskin or Capezio tights my sister had.

Mary Margaret continued to talk to me from the next booth.  Mom had shown her the tights and she was trying on a couple of pairs herself, telling me "So I can help you share your tights experience.  Just thinking about how she looked in her tights and sweater and now wanting to share a tights experience was causing a great deal of excitement for me in my dressing room.

The pink tights had a buttery soft feeling as they smoothly covered my legs, and I really liked how the fabric felt. So did Mary Margaret, "Oh my these feel nice," she said.  Even though they were soft they still fit snuggly against my skin. They were better feeling then most of Sally's. The only problem was the color, pink. I was just pulling them up to my waist when the sales girl came over and asked, "How are you doing? Do you have your tights on yet? "  I had barely answered,  "Oh yes, I just got them on," before she said, "Let's see, " and pulled back the curtain.

I stood there in total shock; my earlier worry had just come true.  I desperately wanted to run and hide somewhere, but I had no place to go.  I didn't want to go out in front of all those people, wearing pink tights, but now I didn't have that choice.

I just stood for what seemed like an eternity before Sally and the clerk finally lead me over to a large triple mirror at the end of the cubicles. I was exposed for everyone to see, wearing only a tee shirt that I had grabbed when she had opened the curtain, and pink tights. I wanted to die. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even speak.  I tried to but all that came out was aaaah, ah, ahh.   The two of them pulled and tugged on my tights pretending to see how they fit while Sally made snide and sarcastic comments about my situation.  In the mirror I could see what seemed like everyone in the store was staring at me.  My heart was pounding and it felt like I could hear everything that was being said in the room. The two girls in the tights and leotards, that I had been staring at earlier were now staring at me, and it was terribly embarrassing. As the salesgirl continued to pull and tug on the tights Sally whispered to me. "Oh my, Pantyhose Boy, I think those girls are staring at you now. I wonder if they thinking now.  I hope them staring at you doesn't make you nervous, after all, you were staring at them."  That's when she noticed.

What do you know, I think somebody's enjoying himself. Getting to stand around looking at all the pretty girls in their dance clothes while he gets to wear his own pretty pink tights.  His little soldier is standing at attention.  Lets really give the nice girls something to look at.  With that she turned me around so that I was facing the center of the room and the counter where most of the girls were standing.  "Mother, I think he needs a different size, you need to check." she said as she pushed me toward the counter.

I wanted to run out the front door and go back to the car, but I couldn't, so I tried to hurry over to where Mom was sitting, to get another pair of tights to try on.  In a hurry I turned and collided with a girl in blue tights and leotards coming out of another dressing room.  We ended up in a heap pink and blue squirming nylon in the center of the floor while the rest of the kids in the room laughed at us. I quickly apologized and scurried up to the counter where Mom and Danny were laughing too.

Thankfully the shock of the collision had cured my immediate problem, but in the commotion Danny had beaten me to the counter and Mom and the salesgirl were checking the fit of the Danny's pink tights. Danny loved hers and was telling Mom she wanted to get some.  I agreed with her on how they fit, but I certainly didn't want to buy any pink ones right now.

I was nervously waiting my turn when the little girl next to me at the counter said;  "Look Mommy that boy has pink tights on."   Her mother hushed her, but the little girls comment triggered another wave of giggling among the watching girls.  It appeared that small, loud-mouthed girls cursed my life.  

I wanted to pull the floor up over my head and hide, but it was now my turn to be checked and I couldn't leave. "Why dear, I think you're blushing, is something wrong?" Mother asked as now she and another salesgirl checked and discussed the fit of my pink tights. Mine fit and I hurried back to the fitting room.  I couldn't believe it that I was eager to put back on my red tights and shorts, happy that this part of my ordeal was finally over. Almost over, I still had to call Mary Margaret back over to help with the zipper on the red leotard.

Replacing Sally's tights and leotards took a huge bite out of my spending money.  I thought we were done when Mom started putting a bunch of the 99-cent, pink tights on the counter. It looked like she had about half of the box on the counter when the salesgirl made the offhand remark that if she would buy the whole box full they would give her a special price.  Mother loves bargains, and after a quick bit of dickering she ended up buying almost three dozen pairs of pink tights and some leotards in various sizes for twenty dollars. I had a sick feeling about who was going to wear a great many of those tights. After that I was ready to go home, but no Mom said we had lots more to do, shopping at Oak Park, Mall, going to a couple of crafts stores and we needed to get some groceries before we went back to Aunt Jane's house. First, Mom had to make a telephone call so we stopped at a 7-11 to get gas and drinks while mom used the telephone. There must have been twelve cars pulled up at the store.  The gas pumps were full; all the slots in front were filled with cars, and through the windows it looked like there was about twenty people standing in line for the one clerk.

Sally, Mary Margaret and Danny headed inside while Mom waited for a spot at the pumps to open.  Then she left me there to fill the tank while she went to use the telephone.  Telling me to get her a coke from inside the store. The gas was easy, if having to stand by the car, in the bright sunlight on a busy street, where everybody could see my bright red tights could ever be called easy. I decided to sneak back into the car and not get the drinks only to discover that locked out that option by locking the car doors on me.

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