It's strange to read this, because my own interest in tights started when I was 12 and in a school play with a kid who got to wear green tights.  He was very plainly embarassed and reluctant to be seen in public in his costume.  Although I would have felt the same way if I had been chosen to be the elf, privately I was very envious of this boy.  I liked the look of his legs in tights, and I found myself very attracted to him, because he was extremely cute even without the tights.

After the play was over and everyone had left the auditorium, I snuck into the dressing room because I wanted to take the tights for myself, if I could find them.  But they were gone.

This was a couple of years before I realized I was gay.  I was just starting puberty and I associated this unfamiliar but pleasurable excitement with tights, a link which has lasted 37 years.

So, elf boy, what happened to those particular tights, the ones that set us on our respective paths?