
It was in the middle of May, and I was walking home from school one day when I was 10 years old, when some girls in my class came up to me. One of them said, that she would like me to come over to her place. The other girls just giggled, as girls that age do.
“You mean, right now?†I asked, my heart beating at 100 miles/hour because she was a very pretty girl.
“Yes, sure. Right away. We´ve got a surprise for you!†she said, glancing over at the others. I wondered what the surprise was so, of course, I went along with them.
When we came to her place we went into her room and sat down, the girls on her bed and I sat on a desk chair. It soon became apparent, that they didn’t have any surprise for me, so I said, “I can’t understand why you wanted me to come along? I’m leaving!†And with that I prepared to go home, because I had a ton of homework to do.
“No, please stay!†one of the girls said. “We´ve got something we’d like you to try.†And with that, she pulled out a plastic bag from under the bed. “Could you try these on, please? I know they’re pantyhose, but we really would like to see how they look on a boy!†she went on.
“Um, OK†I said. “Do you mean right now?†By now I was sweating.
“Yeah, sure. Why not? We could leave the room while you put them on, if you want to?â€
I was perplexed. Why would they want me to wear pantyhose? And more importantly, what was it?
I told them they could stay and opened the bag. Inside was a pair of pink woolly pantyhose, much to warm for a hot spring day like today.
I put them on anyway. As soon as I had done that, the girls produced a long, red woolly sweater. “Now, put this on.†they instructed. I was already getting really warm just wearing the woolly pantyhose, but I put the sweater on anyway. The things you do for cute girls! I did feel kind of awkward, though. Let me tell you.
They burst out laughing. “Oh, you look cute†they cried. “Take a look in the mirror!†One of the girls pointed to a full-length mirror in the corner. I went over to have a look. I was amazed of how good the clothes looked and how well they fit.
“Now come over here,†they said tapping on the bed. I went over there and sat down. Suddenly one of them pushed me over on my stomach. Then she began to tie my hands behind my back, while the other girls tied my feet together and gagged me with a bandana. They sat me up and took out a digital camera. “Smile for the little birdie!†the girl with the camera chimed. With those words she took some pictures.
I started testing my bonds, to see if I could get loose. I soon discovered I couldn’t. They had done to well of a job, tying me up. So I just sat there, enjoying the whole thing. I actually enjoyed the situation, believe it or not!
After a while, they grew tired of me not doing anything just sitting there, so they turned me loose and I could change back to my own clothes. They said I could keep the pantyhose and sweater.
I know they were trying to humiliate me, but as I said instead I enjoyed the situation! As a matter of fact, the next day I asked for a copy of the photos they had taken. “You’re strange. Do you know that?†The girl asked when she gave them to me.
“Yes I know! Always have been, always will be.†was my reply.
To this day I still wear woolly pantyhose (not pink ones though) on occasion, but only wintertime and only because it’s comfortable. As a matter of fact, I much prefer it to Long Johns and socks.
