It all started with the tights!
How I got into Spandex
posted 5 months ago
It all started with the tights.
I don’t know exactly when or how but since very early childhood, I had such a feeling of attraction for legs in tights. My guess is that it started around age five as my parents were still married.. There was a child’s show in my area and the hostess always wore heavy tights. I was taken by them. Then my parents took me to a theme park called Pixiland (or something like that) and the men and women who worked there all had on heavy tights. I remember coming back and asking my mother to make me a pixie suit. That was promptly ignored by both my parents and I got the feeling that they were bad or forbidden for me. After my parents divorced at age 7 or so, I somehow found a pair of my mother’s pink tights in a drawer. I loved taking them into the bathroom and putting them on. Feeling them sliding up my legs and over my crotch. Any time I could be alone I did this. I must not have done a good enough job of putting them back as my mother one day asked me about it. She kept asking “why?” and at my young age, I could not formulate an answer. She kept telling me how embarrassed I must be and how I would be when she told my father. I don’t know that she ever did but if so, he ignored it.
I also discovered masturbation around this time. Something about the soft felt inside of a sleeping bag had me rubbing my hips and penis against the cloth. That feeling somehow got paired with the tights in my mind and I was hooked even more. I think it was from rubbing against the inside of the sleeping bag while looking at tights in the Sears catalog. Even deeper into my obsession for wearing them. Having them on my body.
There was a report on the TV about a ballet school. I saw boys wearing tights along with the girls and became instantly obsessed and fascinated. The boys my age were wearing them on their legs and it looked like the were expected to! My childhood brain was making all kinds of connections. I was so confused and excited. While the boys were probably wearing white tights, they looked pink on my TV. My mind was blown! I wanted to be one of them! I wanted to do ballet and be forced to wear tights.
I had a female cousin about my same age from another state and I trusted her with my new fascination. She said that she had tights and a thing called a “leotard” at her place. I couldn’t wait to visit. When we finally did, she and a neighbor girl would watch me change into the tights and leotard. They rubbed the bump in my crotch. God how I loved this feeling! I don’t have many memories but every time I went to visit I tried to spend any moment alone in her bedroom.
I had another male cousin who was taking ballet!! I was so envious and excited. But like most kids, I bullied him for the thing he was doing and I wanted to. But he told me all about wearing the tights for class. Later he got a men’s tank leotard. Again I was fascinated and obsessed. I tormented him all the more.
When I had a little extra money, I bought a pair of tights and a leotard. Both were black. I kept them hidden and wore them every chance I could. Also around this time when I visited my father and step mother I would go through her drawers when they were away leaving me at the house. She had an amazing collection of early spandex dancewear. Danskin was the big name at the time and she had leotards and spandex unitards. I stole a couple of them and later returned them. I don’t think she ever suspected. I knew what orgasms were and it was an amazing feeling that warmed my whole body. When I was wearing a yellow nylon leotard I took from my grandparents house, I was masturbating and this time my orgasm came with a mess for the first time. “Well……. There goes the end of good CLEAN fun!” I thought to myself.
Because I felt so possessed by my obsession with ballet and tights, I found myself calling local dance studios calling for class information. When are the classes? And the most important…. “What would I need for the class?” When I would go to different towns and had private access to a phone, I would run through the phone book making the calls. The local studios I think got so tired of my calls.
Finally at the age of 16, I could drive myself to ballet class. For some reason I could never have my mother drive me to ballet class. That was too weird for me. I just felt compelled and had to take class. I didn’t wear tights at first. I was too nervous and afraid. I was wearing some nylon track shorts with socks and ballet slippers. After a few weeks, I wore a white short sleeve leotard and black tights. I felt so freaked, exposed and vulnerable! This was my super-secret fetish and now everyone could see! Decades later this would be a liberating feeling for me but at this time and this context it was anything but scary. The next few weeks I wore shorts over my tights but then after a while went with tights and usually a Tshirt but sometimes a leotard. I guess I didn’t want anyone to know just how much I LOVED wearing these things! I also heard that some adult dancers are afraid to dress all-out for ballet since they don’t want to dress above their ability. Sad. I had so many opportunities to wear so many things from my collection but kept them secret and in my private hidden box. The teacher was so cute with a solid build and encouraged us to where I just wanted to do MORE!
I had a dance belt and wore it from the beginning. However the Danskin dance belt available at the time, I had no instruction in putting on. Not familiar with a thong (or semi-thong) I wore the narrow part in front. Later I might have seen someone else put it on the right way or figured it out on my own. The Danskin dance belt was so tight that it kept my frequent erection squashed down and not showing. The other guy in the class wore Jockey shorts and black women’s tights with a tank men’s leotard over. I knew the ballet etiquette and never wore my leotard over my tights (though I wanted to so many times!).
After about 9 months of class and some real progression with technique I stopped ballet class. This is something I have regretted the 45 years ever since. However a few years later in college I took class and it was alright. Then I transferred to New York University and was in the heart of the ballet capital! Dancewear stores! Studios! The 1980’s!!!!!! And I did not take nearly the advantage that I should. I felt somewhat intimidated. I took ballet through the school and did okay, but not making the progress I did when I was 16. There was one guy in one of the classes who was wearing a women’s white Danskin camisole leotard under his men’s black tights. It was such a hot look!!!! That building had several dressing rooms and he used a different one. I wish I had commented on how I liked it or better yet used it as inspiration to extend my dancewear use. I took some classes in the city but not nearly enough. I always wore tights and often a leotard under. I also bought an Mstevens unitard which was black short sleeve and I still have it decades later. I loved wearing that with a tight tank top over.
I have had classes off and on ever since. In the 90’s I lived in Los Angeles and got to my best there. Unitards, leotards, tights…….. I wore them all but always in the male etiquette of tights over leotard. I took partnering and pointe. Great Thrills! Off and on ever since.
But it all started with the TIGHTS!
