 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Doug at on 13.10. at 22:36:28 - as answer to: How my tights fetish started by Gary It parallels a lot of what I went through as a young kid, the sneaking around, the anxiety over where to try them on, what would happen if I got caught, all that stuff. I remember my first time was in the school play where my first grade teacher had us all be understudies for other parts. It happened that my best friend at the time was in the elf crowd and got sick. At the last moment I was told to put on a green pair of tights (no underwear! I was told sternly) and the elf costume. The moment before I went into the dressing room, my friend having overcome his illness, grudgingly took the costume from me. And it's all history from there. Any girl's houses I would go to might end up in a play time in their rooms, at which point I would take the opportunity to ask to dress up like a superhero. Which worked sometimes, othertimes my friend would get miffed from me stretching out her tights. It was only into my adolescence that things got more involved. I would go through my sister's clothes for a pair of tights or leotard or try to sqeeze my feet into her pointe shoes. I would daydream up schemes to get a leotard and tights and wear them in public without public disapproval. Sears catalogs with the girls arrayed in every color of nylon would be hidden somewhere safe in my house. It wasn't until I worked up the nerve to purchase my own bodywear that I felt that I owned up to this quirk in my personality. I wish I could thank all the dancewear store clerks at this point. I found a little suspicion at first, a young man purchasing women's tights and leotards, but on the whole I've gotten a good deal of unspoken sympathy from them. And I felt like I needed a little understanding. I really haven't felt to this day that I can trust anyone with this rather ridiculous secret. I say ridiculous because usually I end up standing there in a pretty leotard and tights thinking about how my whole life centers around this need sometimes. And it would be hard to tell the world about how much it affects me. But it's really hard to live my life any other way. Whew. So with that said, the only angle that I haven't tried is therapy. Sounds like it's worth talking to someone who has a neutral stance on this (as much as I like looking into this forum now and then). It'll probably be the same conclusion, because I couldn't really see myself giving this up. And it'll be hard to open up this need to anyone I'm involved with. Any help on this point would be greatly appreciated. But it's good to hear your voice on this. Thanks again for writing what your experiences are. Answers to this message:
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