9/18/99
SRU: PANTYHOSE
BY PAUL G. JUTRAS
"Why can't I wear clothes like that." Was the thought that often ran through
Chris's mind. Chris was a pleasant twenty-two year old. Anyone who looked
at him would think he was a normal boy checking out girls. What he was
looking at was the clothes they had on. Clothes he wish he could have on.
His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the early evening
he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk
blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt
he could wear.
He always knew he was different. When he was little he prefered to play
barbie dolls with Missy instead of gun games with Jason. He always hated
playing the father when playing house with his sister and her friend. He
loved it when her friend couldn't come over and he got to play a pregnant
mother to his sister playing his daughter.
After that thril Chris got curious about other things. One day when he was
alone in the house he wondered what it would be like to shave his leg. He
look his mother razor and ran it up his leg cutting himself. Seeing the blood,
he quickly put the razor away and cleaned it up. When his parents got home
his mother made a joke about him shaving his leg not knowing how close to
the truth he was.
When he was in high school Chris got as bold as he felt he could. With the
night club sold and his father working out the county, he would take a pair of
the nude hose his mom wore to the office from the hamper and hid it in his
room during the night. He'd wait till his mom went to work before he had to
go to school and would put the hose on under his pants. He just loved the
feel of them on the surface of the floor and when he walked in his fur lined
boots. For New England winters it kept him warm and cozy from the hips
down to the toes.
Once his mom got home early and walked in when he stepped out of his
boots. 'You get those nylons off right now yonug man!" She screamed not
knowing what to say. He wanted to tell his mother how he felt about
wearing them but didn't have the courage.
When he got out of school and went to work he found himself getting braver.
He found himself able to buy a pair on his own when shopping for other
things. Especially if buying a Christmas or happy birthday mom greeting
card. Finally he got to enjoy seeing his legs encase in black or navy. Colors
other than the nude ones his mother always bought.
One weekend Chris decided to take a walk along the beach. Being one who
never took off his shirt he wished he could wear the one piece suits he saw
girls in. He even wondered what it would be like to wear a bikini. When he
reached the pier's shops he notice one not there before. The sign said
SPELLS-R-US.
"Curious." he thought. "I didn't know the town had a magic shop."
The door opened with a little bell going off. There behind the counter was
awrinkled old man in a long blue robe starring at him. "Chris." The old man
said. "Been waiting for you."
"how did you..." Chris stuttered then changed what he would say. "Who are
you?" "I am a magician." The old man said with a smile as he raised his hand
and caused a puff of golden smoke to raised in the air.
When the smoke cleared there were three containers of nylons on the counter.
"I know how much you love the feel of nylons against skin. I've given you
three magical choices. The one on the left is a Rinestone studded patten on
sheer hose style 7000, the one on the right is a patten pantyhose style 7219
and the middle is net patten hose."
Chris couldn't believe his ears. It took a moment for it to realize that he was
acutally being sold a pair of nylons openly. Having worn fishnet before for a
Halloween costume, he dismissed it right away. He then looked at the other
two. Recallnig a HB0 special where the girls where nylons with tattoo prints
on them, he went with the Rinestone one.
He went home feeling light headed and gleeful. He remembered the SRU
stories on the internet and couldn't wait to see how true they were. "I hope
this works." he said as he removed his socks and pance. He sat down on the
side of the bed and slid his left foot into the stocking. A tingly sensation went
up his leg as he pulled it to his knee. He then put his other foot in and pulled
them up all the way.
He then stepped up the mirror to see the magic work. His whole body felt
weird but not in the way it was described on the web site. He felt his bones
turn to jelly as he shrunk in size. Fearing something was going wrong he
tried to take the hose off but they wouldn't go. Before he could scream, he
was absorbed by the hose.
When the sun rose, someone new rented Chris' appartment. She was
surprise to see a pair of magical self repair, never wear out pantyhose laying
across the bed. Chris, now immortal, would know the feeling of nylon
against human skin for the rest of eternity.
fin.
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