Break in Case of Emergency

I hate to admit it but I am not always in my heels and hose prancing around all over town or in far away places. However, when I do get out of the house on some trip, I do like to take along a garment or two, pantyhose (of course), a wig and some lipstick for good measure. Pretty normal for a run-of-the-mill crossdresser I would say.

Yet I also have this one peculiar habit that I’ve been doing for a number of years now. I managed to snag one of these small little Wolford silk bags which I believe were for some of the designer masks they sold during the pandemic. I didn’t find the masks that appealing (surprising) but something about tiny little silk bags somehow blows wind up my skirt. I got a couple of them and I think they were overpriced at that. But, hey, who didn’t buy crazy shit during the pandemic?

The little bags are quite cute but I was I was really thinking was that a pair of pantyhose could fit perfectly into one of these. So I ripped open a package of shiny new Wolford Neon 40 tights in a Gobi shade (of course), folded it nicely and, lo and behold, they do fit perfectly! So I left them in there nice and snug and have taken this little bag everywhere I’ve been travelling ever since. My perfect little silk bag of some emergency Wolford tights in case I get stuck in a bind in some god forbidden place with no access to pantyhose. The horror!

It was as humorous then as it now but this has become my favorite little travel companion, a teddy bear of sorts but more suited to the crossdressing pantyhose enthusiast like myself. In fact, it has probably been a few years since I even opened it up. That is until taking the above photo today. I’m glad my lovely Wolford pantyhose in my favorite color are still there and in good shape, surprisingly without even a smell from the places they have been to (we don’t need to get into that).

Honestly, I don’t believe I’ll ever have the intention of using my neatly packaged emergency pantyhose stash. I actually have been on certain occasions without my girly wear and a burning need to slip into them, little silk bag sitting right there in my suitcase. My little companion never had to worry though. I just went to a department store and bought whatever I felt like at the moment which, quite frankly, was quite fun anyway. For the record, I did buy some Wolford tights… in black.

I see my cute Wolford bag as more of a reminder of who I am and what I absolutely salivate like a dog over. I guess those lovely tights are more like a platonic friend that I have a crush on rather than the silky treasure covering my legs to my pleasure. Yeah, my good buddy the pantyhose. Come to think of it, pantyhose have always been my best friends since way back when.

Just friends though, nothing sexual.