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.
