 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Pete at on 14.05. at 07:01:26 - as answer to: Re: new in Philly.-hi pete by Tim at I'm trying to remember where Winter Str. was. I'm not sure if I went down that way. Boston seems to have a lot of cute girls working in the dancewear stores and most of them were very polite (and sometimes very encouraging) with my odd fetish. I'm into the tights thing but, for whatever reason, I'm more turned on by the ballet slippers. I'd go in to these stores and pretend that I'd been cast in a female role in some obscure Shakespeare play and ask to be fitted in leather and satin ballet slippers. They'd always ask if I was going to wear tights or socks with the slippers and, of course, I'd say tights. One time, at the old Capezio store, this incredibly hot girl waited on me. She listened to my story and seemed to take great delight in forcing me to try on a thousand different pairs of slippers. I acted like it was all very strange and embarassing but, inside, I was carefully memorizing every blessed moment to replay over and over in my head. She joked with me about how pretty the white satin slippers looked on my feet and then, as we were walking to the register, she asked if I needed anything else, "a skirt or leotard, perhaps?" She had this devilish grin on her face that was just incredible. As I took my slippers and left the store, I tried to act calm and managed to keep it together until I got out into the street and ran to my car. At another store, Taffy's, I think, after a fitting, a woman (blonde, brown eyes, beautiful) asked what I would do with my slippers after the play was over. I said I didn't know. She said, "Well, this may sound crazy but they make great bedroom slippers. It'd be a shame to spend the money and not get to wear them more often." The slippers were pink leather. I kind of raised my eyebrows, like, 'yeah, maybe,' grabbed the goods (slippers, shiny white full-footed tights) and left the store, all the while trying desperately to not spontaneously c0mbust. I can't believe I was so bold back in the day. I wonder how many of these poor saleswomen knew what was going on? In my fantasies, they all know, of course, but somehow, at the time, I think I managed to pull it off. I have more stories but I'd like to hear a couple from you. What was the name of that place on Winter Str.? Maybe I have a story from there as well. Answers to this message:
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