This Nylon Life: Update

What's This?

Am I really updating my blog in less than 6 months?

Why, yes! Yes, I am!

An Update

In my last post, I explained the Holiday Pantyhose Challenge that I've undertaken. That was day 26.

Today is day 58, and I'm happy to report that the challenge continues, and that I've worn pantyhose (or tights) for at least 12 consecutive hours for 58 days straight, including today.

To the concept of ever getting tired of wearing nylons, I have concluded that it is quite impossible for me to do so. I simply don't tire of it. I am just as exhilarated to slip on my pantyhose each morning today as I was 58 days ago, and for many decades prior to that.

In Other News

With the Holiday Pantyhose Challenge winding down, I think I may take a few days to wear regular guy clothes. It's not that I'm tired of wearing pantyhose, but I'm tired of being required to wear them.

Additionally, there have been some unfortunate circumstances at home, which may soon result in me being single after nearly 15 years. This isn't an outcome I look forward to, but one that I must be prepared for.

In the regrettable even that I find myself single in the new year, my public crossdressing will very likely increase significantly. The only reason it hasn't already is an agreement I made with my fiancee a couple years ago. Basically, I agreed not to wear anything overtly feminine within the community in which we live, so nobody she knows will see and associate her with my "quirk." The relationship being dissolved, or at least redefined, that agreement will be void, and I will be at liberty to dress any way I like, anywhere I like and at any time I see fit.

I'll probably lean on a friend of mine to help me ease into places where nobody knows about my peculiar fashion sense, and expand from there. I'll wear my dresses and nylons out in public, adding makeup, jewelry and such as I feel appropriate, until I feel that I can truly be myself.

It all sounds very nice, but at the cost of a relationship I have truly enjoyed for most of the time it has existed.

I supposed all things change and all things end, but I was really hoping it wouldn't end this way.

This Nylon Life

I suck at updating this blog!

Yes, I realize I have once again neglected to update the blog for months. I have no excuse. I hope any readers I have left won't be too upset.

What's with that title?

I may have mentioned in a previous post that my crossdressing began with trying on mom's nylons, and that pantyhose have been the one constant of this journey.

Well, I got to wondering if I could ever possibly get sick of wearing pantyhose. The very concept sounds ridiculous to me, but still, it's a question worth asking, and an answer worth investigating.

In late September, I decided to conduct a very simple scientific experiment. I would force myself to wear pantyhose, every day, for 12 consecutive hours, for 30 days. If I am capable of getting sick of wearing the heavenly nylon, surely this would demonstrate that. There are days when I don't care to wear anything feminine. Sometimes these "moods" could last a week or more, during which I would carry on in only male clothes, even at work. How would I react if I required myself to wear pantyhose even on those days? An interesting experiment...

About two weeks into the experiment, I hadn't missed a day. Then it happened...

I developed a medical issue, which made it rather painful to wear anything tight in my groin area. It was much too uncomfortable to wear pantyhose, even sheer to waist, for several hours while at work. Hence, the experiment had to be ended prematurely.

In mid-October, my medical issue was behind me, and I decided to restart the experiment, but this time wearing pantyhose every day for 60 days instead of 30. Why double the time? Because I love wearing pantyhose, of course!

I'd just like to see if I'll get tired of wearing them, every single day, for 12 (or more) hours per day.

Today is day 26, and I'm nowhere near tired of wearing pantyhose every day. Quite the contrary! On the days when I wake up and don't want to wear nylons, I put them on anyway, and without exception, by the middle of the day, I'm very happy that I did.

So that's what's up with the title. Until New Year's Eve, I'm living a nylon life.

OMG

I'm so sorry!

I haven't updated this blog since October, for which I prostrate myself before you, dear reader, and apologize profusely. I am deeply, sincerely sorry to have neglected you. Please forgive me.

The DOT Thing

The DOT re-physical went very well! Better than I could have expected, if I'm 100% honest. I was convinced that I would pass the exam, and be issued a 3-month or 1-year certificate, as I'm diabetic (diabetics can only get 1-year certificates, maximum), and they'd most likely pick up on that. Turns out I have my diabetes under control, and they didn't detect it, so I earned myself another 2-year certificate!

To the other medical outfit I went to for my previous physical, SUCK IT, and SWALLOW.

I returned to my normal job the very next day, and have been back ever since.

I love a happy ending!

Let's Catch Up!

Since October, things have settled back into their old routines. Go to work, come home, rinse and repeat.

Ah, but sometimes change is unavoidable. An excellent example of that is my work attire.

Before you lose your shit, I can assure you that my choice of outfits at work has not been butched up in the least. In fact, I've gone in the opposite direction.

At some point, wearing a skirt and nylons at work became rather ordinary. I decided to take it up a notch. I started wearing dresses in place of skirts. This was very liberating, but still not enough.

Now, I wear a dress most days, along with pantyhose or colored tights (when it's cold), along with a bra and breast forms (I hesitate to call them that, as they're basically just pads I stick in my bra, but I guess a rose by any other name...).

It's possible that the novelty of the bra and "titties" will wear off at some point, and I'll be tempted to wear makeup, feminine jewelry or even a wig. As amazing as that would be, I'm a truck driver, and such things really aren't practical in my line of work, just as wearing heels at work isn't practical (I did for a day, and it was severely awkward). So, for now, I've reached a plateau with the on-the-job crossdressing. I'm OK with it. For now.

I've also been venturing out into the non-job world in my femme finery more and more, and each bold step emboldens me even more.

I still get looks. I'll always get looks. I'm OK with that, too. It isn't often you see a man sporting a LulaRoe dress, bright blue tights and large-ish boobs in public. I get it. As long as it's just looks, I'm not bothered or intimidated.

What if it progresses beyond looks? We'll jump off that bridge when we get to it.

Honestly, I'm not afraid to stand up for myself. I'm not a tough guy, but I'm also not a wimp or a pushover. If things need to get physical, I'll (give and) take my licks like a man, in a gorgeous dress.

The Shopping Thing

I've gone a little nuts buying dresses lately. In the past week, I've acquired 12 new dresses, 9 of which I can wear at work (2 are halter dresses and one is just too short). Added to my LulaRoe collection, that makes around 20 dresses. I barely own 20 t-shirts, so I think I'm done shopping for now.

Except for hosiery...

Ah geez, I can't pass up a good deal on pantyhose! Two days ago, I took a detour after work and picked up 21 pair of pantyhose for $10, more than replenishing my hosiery supply for a good long while. They're all basic, "day sheer" nylons, and will probably be torn to shreds by my job, but c'mon...21 pair of pantyhose! I'm wearing one of them as I type this. I'm such a sucker for nylons...

That Sums It Up

That's all I really have for now. I hope I've entertained you with my rantings, and I'll try to be more attentive to this blog in the future. I promise.