Three weeks ago, I made a deal with my mother to wear pantyhose for one full day to my grandmothers 80th birthday. I am not sure what happened, but I have not stopped wearing it since that day. Even now as I cross my legs and dangle the flat off my toes, my legs show the beautiful shine of the suntan nylon that still carresses them. I am not sure what happens, I go to change my clothes, I can swear I take the pantyhose off, but once I leave my room, or finish redressing I realize I am still wearing pantyhose. My friend Jessica tried to help me by putting a pair on herself to show me it was all in my head, but three weeks later she also finds herself still in the very pantyhose we both swore we would never wear. My mother smiles everytime she sees me now, and I flinch knowing she is getting exactly what she wanted, but my grandmother was devastated the first time she saw me in nylon, even more so the next time she saw me in it the next day. I made a promise to her to stop the last time I saw her, she made me promise. However at the three week mark I am just not sure I can keep that promise, not when I don't even understand what happened myself.
Today the sun was warm when I woke up. I got up and scowled as I watched the sunlight shine off my hosed legs. After using the bathroom I set out some clean clothes to change into after I shower. As always I reach into my sock drawer and pull out a pair of socks hoping today will be different than the last. Undressing, careful not to run the pantyhose I hop in the shower and let the hot water finish waking me. After a few minutes I get out and dry myself off. I put the towel back on the drying rack and as I leave the bathroom I grab the hose I carefully washed the day before. Sitting back down on my bed I dress and head to the kitchen. Crossing the threshold to the hallway I look down and sure enough my feet look gorgous in the shiny black pantyhose I at some point slid on my legs. At different points my pants have holes in them which you can clearly see the black nylon showing through. Sighing loudly I go into the kitchen and grab something to eat. Shortly after finishing there is a knock on the door and I see Jessica standing in the doorway. I throw open the door and we hug, then stepping to the side I invite her in. Looking her over as she passes my eyes fall to her legs and a shiver of delight passes through me at the sight of her own hosed legs. Shaking it off I follow her inside and close the door behind us.
Proceeding directly to my room Jessica drops her bag and turns towards me. "I need to know what brand of pantyhose we wear" said Jessica "This is my last pair, and I am not sure what will happen if I don't have any when something happens to this pair." The look on her face told me what I already knew, she was scared, and in all honesty I was too. "I don't know what brand they are" I said to Jessica, as I walked across the room pulling the pair out of the hamper that I had just taken off. Looking at the label in the back I read out one word "CONTROL" written in big bold letters. Dropping them back in the hamper I went to my dresser and opened the sock drawer. Pulling out each pair and reading the label I began shaking badly, every pair, every color had the same word printed on it. Leaving the pile where they fell on the floor I rushed to my mothers room and threw open her pantyhose drawer. As with mine every pair was labeled "CONTROL" and at the bottom was one package. Picking it up, I threw the rest of the hose back in and closed it. Walking back into my own room as I read the package I threw it at Jessica saying "All in my head right? I knew something was wrong, all this time there was a nagging voice in the back of my head, but I didn't listen, what the fuck are we supposed to do now??"
Jessica picked up the package shaking, and read it out loud. "Mind Control Top Pantyhose" she studdered on her words for a second and continued "When you need a bit of help conditioning. These pantyhose are guaranteed to make even the most stubborn person a loyal and obedient user of nylon. Our pantyhose will recondition the users mind, creating a submissive and proper lady." Jessica skimmed ahead to the bottom and continued reading the disclaimer "Users will develope a phyical and mental dependency on this product, not recommended for children, and not responsible for any accidental addictions or dependancy". Jessica squinted as she read the last line that was written in fine print and bearly readable "continued use will result in complete conditioning and submission to our products" I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and Jessica looked like she was in the same state. Fueled by my tears, I felt anger rising within me. I had been tricked, my mother knew what she was doing to me the day of my grandmothers birthday party. In a rage I pulled off my pants and yanked the pantyhose down my legs, once I got them off I threw them across the room. Jessica watched me shaking uncontrolably. "I, I can't do that" she said. "Yes you can, reach deep inside yourself and find that rage". Running her finger lightly across her leg Jessica shook her head no. Reaching out to her I tried to pull her towards me, freaking out Jessica pulled away and tried to move towards my bedroom door. "No!" she screamed, "I can't, and you shouldn't either". Still naked I jumped off my bed and grabbed Jessica as she went for the door and we both tumbled to the floor. "Stop it" Jessica screamed trying to pull away. As she struggled her legs flailed around rubbing against my body, slowly her struggles became less and less and finally she stopped struggling. Rubbing her legs with my hands reaching for the waistband I tried to remember why we were on the floor like this, and why the hell I was naked. Getting up I shook my head trying to clear it, but everything remained foggy. Looking down at Jessica I thought to myself I really need to get dressed. Walking back towards my bed I asked Jessica if we were going to sun bath and swim. Smiling she knodded yes, so I pulled out my swim suit and got dressed. A few minutes later we both raced out the door smiling as our legs glisened in the sun showing how beautiful they were covered in pantyhose.
