9/18/99
SRU:  PANTYHOSE
 BY  PAUL G. JUTRAS

 "Why can't I wear clothes like that." Was the thought that often ran through 
Chris's mind. Chris was a pleasant twenty-two year old. Anyone who looked 
at him would think he was a normal boy checking out girls. What he was 
looking at was the clothes they had on. Clothes he wish he could have on. 
His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the early evening 
he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk 
blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt 
he could wear. 

He always knew he was different. When he was little he prefered to play 
barbie dolls with Missy instead of gun games with Jason. He always hated 
playing the father when playing house with his sister and her friend. He 
loved it when her friend couldn't come over and he got to play a pregnant 
mother to his sister playing his daughter. 

After that thril Chris got curious about other things. One day when he was 
alone in the house he wondered what it would be like to shave his leg. He 
look his mother razor and ran it up his leg cutting himself.  Seeing the blood, 
he quickly put the razor away and cleaned it up. When his parents got home 
his mother made a joke about him shaving his leg not knowing how close to 
the truth he was.

When he was in high school Chris got as bold as he felt he could. With the 
night club sold and his father working out the county, he would take a pair of 
the nude hose his mom wore to the office from the hamper and hid it in his 
room during the night. He'd wait till his  mom went to work before he had to 
go to school and would put the hose on under his pants. He just loved the 
feel of them on the surface of the floor and when he walked in his fur lined 
boots. For New England winters it kept him warm and cozy from the hips 
down to the toes. 

Once his mom got home early and walked in when he stepped out of his 
boots. 'You get those nylons off right now yonug man!" She screamed not 
knowing what to say.  He wanted to tell his mother how he felt about 
wearing them but didn't have the courage.

When he got out of school and went to work he found himself getting braver. 
He found himself able to buy a pair on his own when shopping for other 
things. Especially if buying a Christmas or happy birthday mom greeting 
card. Finally he got to enjoy seeing his legs encase in black or navy. Colors 
other than the nude ones his mother always bought.

One weekend Chris decided to take a walk along the beach. Being one who 
never took off his shirt he wished he could wear the one piece suits he saw 
girls in. He even wondered what it would be like to wear a bikini. When he 
reached the pier's shops he notice one not there before. The sign said 
SPELLS-R-US.

"Curious." he thought. "I didn't know the town had a magic shop."

The door opened with a little bell going off. There behind the counter was 
awrinkled old man in a long blue robe starring at him. "Chris." The old man 
said. "Been waiting for you."

"how did you..." Chris stuttered then changed what he would say. "Who are 
you?" "I am a magician." The old man said with a smile as he raised his hand 
and caused a puff of golden smoke to raised in the air.

When the smoke cleared there were three containers of nylons on the counter. 
"I know how much you love the feel of nylons against skin. I've given you 
three magical choices. The one on the left is a Rinestone studded patten on 
sheer hose style 7000, the one on the right is a patten pantyhose style 7219 
and the middle is net patten hose."

Chris couldn't believe his ears. It took a moment for it to realize that he was 
acutally being sold a pair of nylons openly. Having worn fishnet before for a 
Halloween costume, he dismissed it right away. He then looked at the other 
two. Recallnig a HB0 special where the girls where nylons with tattoo prints 
on them, he went with the Rinestone one.

He went home feeling light headed and gleeful. He remembered the SRU 
stories on the internet and couldn't wait to see how true they were. "I hope 
this works." he said as he removed his socks and pance. He sat down on the 
side of the bed and slid his left foot into the stocking. A tingly sensation went 
up his leg as he pulled it to his knee. He then put his other foot in and pulled 
them up all the way.

He then stepped up the mirror to see the magic work. His whole body felt 
weird but not in the way it was described on the web site. He felt his bones 
turn to  jelly as he shrunk in size. Fearing something was going  wrong he 
tried to take the hose off but they wouldn't go. Before he could scream, he 
was absorbed by the hose. 

When the sun rose, someone new rented Chris' appartment. She was 
surprise to see a pair of magical self repair, never wear out pantyhose laying 
across the bed.  Chris, now immortal, would know the feeling of nylon 
against human skin for the rest of eternity. 

fin.