Since I bought my groceries myself, I also went through various supermarkets. What was a nice help there - there was usually a Tchibo shelf. Some weeks there were tights in different thicknesses, other weeks skirts. In the meantime I knew my clothing sizes to some extent, i.e. the women's clothing sizes. I opened my eyes to see if I could look around alone and undisturbed. Most of the time I was conscious of the thought that hopefully nobody would see me and who knows what they might think. When no one was around, I would quickly grab the tights or skirts and hide them in the shopping cart under all the groceries so no one would suspect. Of course, at the checkout I had to put everything on the conveyor belt for everyone to see. It was embarrassing, especially when there were a few people still queuing behind me.
Today I don't even know why I was so excited, tense and nervous. It never interested anyone anyway, nobody ever said anything.
At home I was able to unpack and try on everything undisturbed. I got my very first denim and corduroy skirts, wore different tights, black, skin-colored, with different densities. I often tested the comparison of how a pair of jeans felt and how a denim skirt felt. My preference was more for skirt because I felt less constrained in it.
In the winter months on the cold days I gave up those horrible long men's underpants and instead put on pantyhose under the pants. I even found out that thinner tights don't warm less than such a thick men's monster. In the meantime I was mentally to the point where I saw long men's underwear as an invention for masochists. The things were completely disposed of with me.
It was clear: I would only wear tights instead of long underpants. No fetishism, even if some ignorant may assume that, but purely expedient. Precisely because tights feel a lot better because they adapt to the leg and are nice and snug so that nothing rubs or pinches. Nobody would see that anyway if I wear them under my pants. Although I still had residual doubts: maybe someone could guess?
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As a man in a dress
Non-FictionI'm a man. A man who tried out what it was like to wear pantyhose, skirts and dresses. At first there was a lot of tension, because it's definitely women's clothing. But the offer in men's departments is very limited and no longer offered any basis...