There are several days in my past that I will never forget. One of the most important would be the day my mother
used my grandmother's birthday to get me to start wearing pantyhose, the second is the glorious year I spent under
its control, and the third would be the month that my grandmother spent trying to help me break its hold over me.
It was a month of total hell, and when she gave me the choice to return to my life of serving like her or my
mother, I chose to continue my fight and return to my tomboy ways. I am not saying it was easy, for the longest
time the temptation was always there, a longing, and almost need to slide that glorious fabric back up my legs. As
time went on it got easier, and I saw the life my grandmother had lived through new eyes and felt a saddness for
her, as well as my mother.
After the events that had taken place, my mother and grandmother never were very close again. They would get
together for the holidays, express pleasentries, and talk some, but there was always a bitterness there. My
grandmother never forgave her for tricking me and for that reason she remained distant. Unwilling to change, my
mother continued to try and work me back into the very pantyhose that I fought so hard to beat its control over me.
A few days after I won my battle against it I moved away from her house. She would not, or could not stop trying to
bring me back in the very hell that consumed her own life. I moved in with my grandmother, and we spent a few years
together becoming closer and closer than we ever had. Always around her wonderful pantyhose I remained strong with
her help, and to this day I am still the person she was so proud of.
Three days before her 89th birthday my grandmother passed away. The saddness I felt was like losing my mother,
and best friend. As my mother and I prepared for her funeral, we visited a lawyer to go over the will and discuss
the finances that it contained. As the will was read we found that the house and all her belongings were to be left
to my mother, but any money that remained would be given to me to help me build a new future for myself. Crying as
we left the lawyers office my mother dropped me off at grandmothers house and asked if she could come in. I
knodded, and she came in. We sat at the table and drank coffee working out the details of the funeral, as our plans
finished we sat in silence for a few minutes before my mother spoke up. "Would you be interested in making a deal?"
My brows furrowed and I asked her what she meant. Continuing on my mother said "I know you don't trust me, but I
will make a deal with you. If you wear a dress and pantyhose to the funeral I will sign over the house to you free
and clear. No catches, no fees, it would be all yours. You could even chose the brand, buy them, anything you want,
I just want to see my daughter dressed like a lady at the funeral." I was in shock, I could not believe what she
had just asked of me. Rage started to build inside and I was about ready to lash out at her. "You have alot of
