 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Seamless at on 13.04. at 00:22:24 - as answer to: Re: Japanese tights fetish site by Seeker at >Written by AmideP at 20 Mar 2001 18:47:57:> As an answer to: Re: Embarased Brother written by stuart hurdis at 09 Mar 2001 01:11:56:> I observed a very similar incident several years ago. I was running behind in some of my work so early one Saturday morning I was> installing a burglar alarm system in a ballet supply store in the mall portion of a large shopping center. It was shortly after nine when a> lady came in with three children. The two girls were in their mid to late teens but the boy was only about eleven or maybe twelve at the> oldest. I didn't take notice of the boy at first, I was busy working and I figured the mother was buying some dance clothes for the two> girls. Then he loudly said "I'm not going to wear any sissy girls tights and leotards and you can't make me!"> I started listening closely and discovered that his school was putting on a play and his part required him to wear a pair of blue tights and> long sleeve leotard. The four of them had driven quite a distance to the store and the mother was quite put out about his behavior. She> was trying her best to make him behave but when she gave him the package of leotards and tights to try on, he threw a truly horrible> temper tantrum. It culminated with him throwing the packages back across the counter and calling his mother and older sister a number> of very nasty names. Things went rapidly down hill for him after that.> After speaking with the sales lady, his mother grabbed him by his ear and while the sales lady held open the door she and his oldest sister> marched him into the back room. Even with the door closed you could easily hear the ensuing squeals and loud smacks that came from> the back room. Moments later the sister came out with the young man's clothing and returned with the leotard and tights.> Again there were some arguments, and a couple more loud smacks followed by frantic pleading, before the three of them came out of> the back room. The boy, obviously embarrassed, was now wearing blue tights under a blue, long sleeve, turtleneck leotard. It was> obvious he didn't want to be wearing them. I could tell he wasn't happy as he nervously wandered about the room while his mother and> the sales lady finished with his two sisters. They were purposely making him wait because of his behavior. When they finally examined> the fit of his costume they decided that he needed a different size leotard and he was quickly sent back to the changing room to try the> new one on.> I was fascinated with what was happening and continued working behind the counter so I heard the conversation between the mother> and sales lady. The mother was apologizing for his bad behavior, but Karen the manager told her not to worry about it. He was certainly> not the first young man reluctant to wear tights and leotards, and that was one reason why there was a paddle hanging on the wall in the> back dressing room. Karen then suggested that his mother really wanted to improve his behavior she should consider making him wear> his tights and leotard for the rest of the day while they went shopping. Saying it was a natural consequence for his bad behavior and at> the same time it would help him become accustomed to wearing tights out in public. That way he wouldn't be so embarrassed when he> had to wear them in the play.> His mother thought it was a very good idea, as did his two older sisters who were now standing at the counter with their mother. I> started feeling sorry for him, but it was exciting the way his mother and sisters were ganging up on him. By the time he came out of the> dressing room wearing his new leotard, his older sister had taken his pants and locked them in the trunk of their car. The only thing he> had to wear with his tights and leotard, was a white sweatshirt and white sneakers.> I watched him closely as he discovered how he would be dressed for the rest of the day. He quickly became frantic as he pleaded with> his mother trying to change her mind. That's when I discovered that this was only the first stop on full days shopping expedition. They> were going to several more stores in the shopping center for several hours of shopping, lunch; more shopping followed by dinner and a> movie before going home. Understandably he didn't want to do that dressed in a sweatshirt and shiny blue tights.> I had to see more of this so I decided to follow them around the mall for a bit to see what happened. I told the manager that I had to go> get some supplies from the hardware store and would be back shortly. I had a fine view as the mother and two older sisters struggled> with the frantically pleading young man as he tried to change his mother's mind. He was almost hysterical as he struggled with them to> keep from being dragged through the front door and into the busy mall. He calmed down a bit before his mom used the paddle from the> back room, but he still didn't want to go. However he didn't want the paddle used again either. He was still pleading and whining as his> mother and sisters forced him into the mall> I followed them through the mall to JC Penneys. The boy was still upset, I could tell he wanted to be anywhere else as his sisters, one on> each side, tightly held his hands so that he couldn't get away. > As I followed them I had mixed feelings of sympathy and excitement for him as I tried to imagine what he must be experiencing. Excited,> thinking about his spending the entire day dressed in tights and leotards, but also sympathetic to his plight of obviously being forced to> wear them to please his mother and sisters.> He was calmer now but still his garments caused a great deal of interest and mirth as he walked about. People would walk past then stop> and stare at him. The worst reaction came from several groups of girls about his own age. The first group whistled, then one girl called> out loudly, "NICE TIGHTS," before the collapsed into a fit of giggles. She second group not only stopped, and giggled, but they went> back past him so that they could get a better view as he walked by them again. I watched him tense up as one of the group actually> stopped and asked him why he was dressed like that. His sisters had released his hands and he was constantly tugging on the bottom of> his sweatshirt as he vainly tried to pull it down to cover more of his tights.> While it was interesting I couldn't spend any more time watching the young mans punishment and public humiliation. So reluctantly, I> headed back to Radio Shack to get the parts I needed for the alarm job. Radio Shack was outside the mall in the open-air part of the> shopping center at the far end of a long L shaped line of stores. It took me some time to get there. The shopping center was having a> sidewalk sale and the sidewalks were packed with people and merchandise. On my way back to the ballet store, I again passed the four> of them. The mother and the two daughters were slowly going from store to store looking for bargains. The poor young man now> looking more miserable then before, as he stood about on the crowded sidewalk in the bright sunshine. > I saw them one more time before I finished my job and that was when I went to the Morrison's in the mall for lunch. I saw the four of> them about fifteen feet in front of me in the line. > As I finished the job, I asked Karen if she often had men buying tights. "More often then most people would suppose. They always fall> into two groups, those that want to for their own reasons and that group is usually dancers. Then we have the second group, those that> have to, like our young friend earlier. They end up wearing them to please someone else, Mother, Aunt, girlfriend, Fiancée or wife. Just> last week we had another in the second group. Girl came in with her Fiancée. He had proposed to her and she had accepted, but on one> condition. Since she wore an engagement ring she wanted him to start wearing tights under his street clothes as a sign of his commitment> to the engagement.> I finished soon after that but the incident started a number of things for me that will have to be the subject of other letters. But I still> wonder what it would be like; to be forced to go out in public dressed like he was dressed, with no control over where you go and or> long you have to be there.--Wow.Double wow! Even if it isn't true and you just have a clever imagination, you got my attention! Thanks so much for sharing. :-) ~Seamless~ Answers to this message:
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