Moscow met Vadim with warm sunny weather. At home - in the native northern capital of the republic at night it was still freezing, during the day it was thawing intensively, so that by nightfall it would freeze again. Dirty drifts piled up around us, gradually diminishing and the light from their depths accumulated over the winter the products of vital activity of the inhabitants of the city. In the midst of it was an unpleasant time of the year when you had to endure an indescribable mixture of mud, debris, puddles and loose snow under your feet.

When Vadim was leaving, thick white flakes again fell from the sky. And in Moscow there was nowhere to be seen the snow, a warm breeze was blowing and Petrovich was breathing the smell of spring with pleasure.

As always in the capital, it was possible to become stupid from the endless streams of people, continuously moving in all possible directions. But the main thing that pleased Vadim’s starving soul during the winter and fascinated him was the enormous abundance of beautiful female legs in thin pantyhose, gracefully defiling along the Moscow bridges.

After devoting the first day in the capital to the universe in some kind of non-half-hotel, not-half-hostel, Petrovich had already visited the Internet salon the next day and sent letters to Inna and Lila by e-mail with a proposal to meet.

Teachers from different regions of the country came to the courses. After the first day of the lectures, they gathered in the evening to get to know each other better and made a great drinking party.

The team got close to two-thirds of the male. Of the ladies, Vadim immediately turned his attention to a woman of thirty-five, a short, medium-sized woman with a short haircut. In her face was something from the singer Madonna, and, apparently, that she liked him immediately.

Her name was Lyudmila. It turned out that she was from Kirov - almost a countrywoman. Far from home, it brings people closer together, and when Petrovich had pretty much picked up, she seemed so dear to him, as if he had known her all his life.

What happened that evening, he later remembered in fragments. It was put in memory as he led, or rather, almost carried, to the People in his room.

He clearly remembered how the girl was sitting on the bed already without a skirt, and he purposefully caressed her crotch with her tongue through the thin fabric of pantyhose and translucent panties. Further failure.

Petrovich woke up when it was already light. The picture was - that is necessary! Lyudmila slept naked, and Vadim in her pantyhose! He was hugging a girl with his left hand, throwing a nylon leg on her thigh!

How tights turned on him, Petrovich absolutely no idea. He could not even remember whether there was sexual contact with a girl sleeping next to him.

Vadim carefully, so as not to wake Lyudmila, pulled off her bodily tights and threw them to other clothes, randomly lying on the floor. Then he lay down again, and fell asleep, closely clinging to the warm female body.

He was awakened by the movement of Lyuda, who was quietly freed from his embrace. Pretending to be asleep, Vadim watched furtively as the girl, trying not to make any noise, got dressed and silently slipped out of the room, tightly closing the door behind her.

Petrovich experienced a pleasant excitement and itching in the groin when the girl pulled on the same tights that were on him that night.

And then anxious feeling rolled over. After all, Luda certainly remembered everything that Vadim had done, and he felt terribly uncomfortable. Although the fact that she left in secret, said that she, too, was probably embarrassed.

Petrovich understood what could be happening in her soul. In Kirov, remained beloved husband and two daughters. Happy family, what else do you need? Probably, she was not going to change her thoughts. And so, almost immediately after arriving in Moscow, I was in a strange bed, and even with a strange peasant who had put on her tights.

Although, deep down, Vadim cherished the hope that the girl also did not really remember anything.

As usual, overcooked, tormented by a cruel hangover. Vadim drank some water and immediately felt drunk again. Spitting on all classes, again fell asleep.

In the evening, having more or less, went out to freshen up.I went to the internet shop to check my mail. Both girls answered. Inna invited to visit on Saturday evening, and Lilu gave her phone number.

All the time until Saturday, Vadim assiduously assimilated the knowledge, for which he was sent to the capital. The society of Lyudmila Petrovich tried to avoid, and she, in inevitable meetings, behaved as if nothing had ever happened between them. And both diligently bypassed the side, beloved by all, the topic of the last binge

On Saturday, Vadim bought a luxurious bouquet of flowers and went to Inessa.

The door was opened by a girl about the height of Vadim in a short elegant black dress.

- Good evening!

Upon entering, Petrovich felt that something in the guise of a girl was wrong. When she turned on the light in the hallway, he understood.

Walking through the evaluating gaze from the bottom up, Vadim saw slender legs in black shoes with high heels and thin black tights, slightly wide shoulders, long blond wavy hair and a very ugly face. The next second, he realized that it was a man’s face, covered with a thick layer of makeup that looked ridiculous on that face.

Vadim felt weakness in his legs. He decided that he didn’t get there:

- Excuse me, is Inna at home?

- Yes it's me. And you Vadim? - He heard in response.

Everything fell in the body of Petrovich. He never found himself in such a delicate situation.

- Did I communicate with you on ICQ?

- Yes. But you do not think, I really feel like a woman. Everything I said is true. I just hid that I have to live in this body.

Vadim silently handed the flowers to this unfortunate creature and went away. Inna tried to somehow stop him, offered to drink tea, talk, but in vain.

Petrovich stunned down the street and cursed this Inessa, whom he so stupidly confided in and told his most intimate thoughts. Inna was almost the only person who knew his fetishistic desires and aspirations. Vadim was worried about how stupid he looked, appearing in front of this man dressed in women's clothing with his stupid bouquet.

The next two weeks, Vadim departed from this terrible blow, firmly determined not to indulge in such adventurous adventures. But by the end of his stay in the capital, he nevertheless decided to call Leela.

- Yes? - answered on the other end of the wire a pleasant female voice.

- Good evening. Lila can be to the phone?

- I'm listening to. Is this Vadim?

- How did you guess?

- Of those who know me under this name, only you have my phone. I thought you wouldn't call. So much time has passed.

- Yes, there were problems.

- Well. I invite you to visit tomorrow after five. One condition - you must be in pantyhose.

Vadim's heart beat with excitement. He has already forgotten that recently he has imposed a taboo on online dating. It was too tempting to make love to a girl who completely shares his nylon aspirations.

Now he faced the task - to buy tights for tomorrow's date.

During the weeks in Moscow, Petrovich, of course, went to the shops and looked after new models of tights. Fortunately, the choice in the capital was incomparably richer. He particularly wanted to buy AZIRA tights, which Christina Orbakaite praised in new commercials.

The time was already approaching the closing of stores, so Vadim went to the nearest outlet. It was something like “House of Fabrics”. Petrovich was the only visitor and felt very uncomfortable under the mute looks of three saleswomen, looking at a man studying the window with tights.

Vadim opted for white tights from FILODORO. Having bought this nylon product, he, in pleasant excitement, returned to his room. The neighbor was absent as usual, and therefore it was possible to try on a new thing.

Petrovich had long dreamed of white tights. And now ...