It was a few months after Halloween and had dressed as the dominos pizza nerd guy from the 80s and my mother got me two pairs of red tights and a red long sleeve leotard and white spandex shorts for the costume. Well after Halloween I had kept the tights, leotard and shorts I was hooks on tights and I loved the leotard and I knew that I could never give them up. The vary idea of never wearing tights an a leotard again was just depressing to me. So I kept them and wore the tights and the leotard as much as I could. I would wear them under my clothes almost everyday and I would wear them right up to bed time. Some times I would fall asleep in them on cold days but I always woke before my alarm. Well one day I didn't and my mother woke me and saw me but waited until I was eating breakfast with her before she said anything, I told her that i was cold and they really kept me warm. She seamed to accept that and let it go so I thought. Well that day when she got home she gave me a few pairs of black tights and two pairs of grey tights and told me that I could give the red tights a break and switch out so they will last longer and I thanked her and took them to my room. Well a few nights later I was wearing the black tights and the red leotard to bed again and as I was getting into bed my mother knocked once and opened the door and stuck her head in to say good night and got an eye full of my butt in the new black tights and red leotard. I thought I was going to die of embarisment. She just smiled at me and kissed my check. Well a week later my mother came home with leotards in black, gray, white and dark red, dark blue with matching tights. I don't know what to say, but she did she asked me " why are you wearing tights and the leotards everyday? Why are you wearing them to school, to bed? " I just looked at her trying to think of something clever to say that would explain it so I don't sound like I was a freak. So I told the truth, I told her that I feel more comfortable in them and that I love the way they feel on me the same going for the leotards. So she asked if I had worn any of her clothing and seeing how its just the two of us I told the truth and said yes some of her skirts and shoes. So she just told me to be truthful with her and not hide anything from her any more and she took me to her room and have me what she didn't want anymore. But I really didn't get into the cross dressing thing until I was almost 20 and she was ok with me wearing the tights and leotards when I felt like it and in the summer time she introduced me to pantyhose and they were much nicer in the summer but I still loved tights better. In the years to come with the help of my mother I had amassed a large collection of thoughts, pantyhose and leotards and a large collection of women's clothing and heels all that but that's another story.