Tights helped make me a sissy

It was tights, at first, that really did it.

I loved them; I thought girls legs looked so cool, and at nine years old, I was insanely jealous.

For some reason, Mom thought I only liked black or dark blue short socks. Actually, I loved my soccer socks most, because being a shrimp, I could pull them up to the tops of my legs even during games if it was cold, and they'd look like tights. Other boys did the same, and I wished we could do it all the time.

I was "forced" to wear them as part of a school play; I had to be Peter Pan. I was secretly thrilled, while at the same time, of course, I had to present an "Oh, no, not tights!" defensive front to keep my peers and mother from knowing how I really felt.

Mom knew, though. Probably my little kid-boner gave me away mostly, but hey, I couldn't help it. She made me wear the outfit at home "to get used to it", and she undoubtedly noticed me asking if I "had" to wear my costume during the evening.

The outfit was a pair of green tights, a pair of plain moccasins with raised cuffs, a tunic (the 'skirt' of which barely covered a quarter of my upper legs!), and a felt hat.

She bought a few extra pairs with no explanation, and for the next couple of years, tights became a fairly regular option of clothing for me.

They felt awesome no matter what they were worn with; totally exposed with just a T-shirt (this was my favorite before-bedtime outfit), because I could see (and show off?) all my legs in there colorful glory, but also under a pair of jeans (Mom supported me wearing them in winter); I never got so used to them that I'd not notice I had them on, under my jeans or overalls at school, because I could feel my pants sliding over them (the tights were all a plain cotton, and I wore longer plain white sports socks over them).

I still love them to this day.

Interesting ill have to try them

Wonderful story!

The smooth sheer feeling of tights softly clinging around the whole of your legs is inevitably, inherently sensual. You've made me want to slip into a pair right now!

Tights are nice. They help support your legs and give you a little bounce to your step. They also help to support your sagging diaper. 😊

My story is similar to yours. I also learned during a school play that wearing pantyhose was so very much exciting. I was around 12, a chubby and female looking boy and singing the sopran voice in an children's opera. I played the role of an medieveal servant wearing a knee length red velvet dress with fitting thick pantyhose and a wide old fashioned hat with a feather on it. I must have looked ridiculous but I felt ver good in my costume. I may also add that I wore some make-up with reddish cheeks and red lips. For the first time I felt so very much feminine and submissive.

The strange feeling between my legs made me aware that being dressed like a girl is a thrilling practice and I was looking forward to all the rehearsals, in which I had to wear my thick pantyhose, which felt hot and soft due to the many spotlights on the stage. Looking at the photos they took of my appearance, I saw that I looked very feminine and could have been a chubby sweet girl instead.

But this wonderful moments in which I officially could act in girls clothes soon were over. That led me to use my Moms pantyhose and stockings secretely, again wonderful hours in which i finally got to know the character of my sexuality. But this is another story.

Hi everyone! I don’t know if tights made me a sissy by themselves, but they didn’t promote me to be JI Joe either!! So I just gave away m age with the JI Joe reference and my first wearing of tights lives in family photos and my oldest sister who once prodded bus phot can roughly describe a bit more. Being 6 years older than me, she would have been 11-12 during my very dressy days. There were a number of times I wore white opaque tights during winter with mother’s favorite outfit. In 1960 I was 6 and wore a dark velvet eton suit it was called. Almost the Sunday church, birthday party, holiday etc “uniform” for boys 4-8 in my little far north of a major city town. Basic before accessorizing(!!) outfit: hip length collarless 3button jacket, very short suspender pants, white Peter Pan collar (with point ends) blouse, knee socks and saddle shoes. Okay so nothing weird back then for a very nice town on a lake with old money. Mother’s enhanced version was velvet vs wool for winter, a round pretty large ruffled collar blouse, white tights and Mary Jan shoes with two horizontal straps and one vertical- they were called T-Straps. Even without the full outfit, in cold months tights were worn until I was 7-8 and my sister remembered that there were several times when I was older. But from 4-7/8 white tights were on my legs. I very much do remember other leg wear and still shake my head. Best to you all, Jaime

I was caught in my mum's tan coloured tights when I was 11 she wasn't best pleased but she did make me wear them for the rest of the day and knowing full well my aunty and cousin would be over that eve , so as you can imagine lots of laughter and teasing but for some reason I loved it and from that day on I was in tights a lot