Sunday Morning Pantyhose Part 30

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Sunday Morning Pantyhose XXX
By
Tracy Davis

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, and then it was all downhill from there. – Tracy

Another little one I had forgotten about………

The fall after spending the month with my sister, dressing every day, I went into tenth grade. My class schedule had me taking gym during the second semester. During the fall semester I Naired my legs, shaved my underarms, and painted my toenails weekly. On the days that I didn’t go out in public, I wore Secret deodorant and the training bra! That Christmas I wore a dress and Char’s beige high heel sandals. Then after Christmas, I had to stop shaving my legs and underarms so I would look like a guy for gym. After a month, I felt so hairy and gross!

One Sunday morning when Mom and I were having our breakfast ‘girl talk’, I crossed my legs, and as my dressing coat fell away, you could see the leg hair under my nylons. “Ugh,” I moaned, “my legs look so gross. I need to shave them so bad.”

“It’s OK,” Mom consoled me. “No one can see it when you’re wearing slacks.”

“I know,” I moaned. “It just feels gross putting pantyhose on over the hair.”

“Oh well,” Mom laughed. “Only, what, four more months to go? Then you can go back to shaving them again.”

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My last gym class was the day before the last day of school. As I was walking home, I was smiling ear-to-ear, and yelled out, “MY LAST GYM CLASS FOR-EVER!!!!!!!!” As soon as I got home, I went in the bathroom and took a shower, Naired my legs, and shaved my armpits. After I dried off, I put on my girl dressing coat and my Secret deodorant, and went into my bedroom and painted my toenails. When they were dry, I put on the training bra, white and red girl’s top, short girl denim shorts, and brown low-heeled woman’s sandals that Char had gotten me the previous summer. I went out into our back yard (behind the privacy fence) and just walked around in the nice warm sunlight, feeling like a girl again, and remembering the previous summer with Char! Marveling at the sun reflecting off my smooth shiny legs!

Late in the afternoon, I set the table for dinner. When Mom got home, I went out in the family room to greet her. “Ta-Da!” I said, extending my arms and legs.

“Wow!” she said. “Looks like someone shaved his legs!”

“And armpits! And painted my toes!” I said. “I am done with gym classes FOREVER! I’ve had my last,” lowering my voice, “damn GYM CLASS!”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I know you’ve never liked gym,” she laughed.

“Maybe if I could have been in the girl’s class, where I was more evenly matched, and not always overpowered, it would have been better,” I said. “And I could have still shaved my legs!”

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sister?

'The fall after spending the month with my sister', I remember his moms sister but not him having one?