Hosiery Stories

I turned eighteen the year I graduated high school. I was going to college in the fall and I'd be on my own for the first time in my life, and it scared the hell outta me. I'm still kinda quiet but back then I was almost painfully shy. You know the type, not all that good at sports, nose in a book most of the time, total nerd, 6' tall and barely 155 pounds, not even remotely a chick magnet unless it was to repel them. Loo...

I became familiar with the Plumrose Dossier one cool February morning when it was read to me in the private rooms of Madame H at the Clinic.*****I'd arrived that morning for my weekly 'therapy' and had only enough time to hang up my outer clothes in the Sissies' cloakroom and don my Eva Gabor wig before a facilitator poked her head in and told me I was wanted in Madame H’s office immediately. Even at that point I knew thi...