I think that if any man were to try on a pair of pantyhose, feel the wonderful fit, the nonbinding nylon surrounding every inch of his entire lower body, he would find it a wonderful experience. Where is it written that men cannot possess erotic attire?

I now have about four dozen pairs of pantyhose and have expanded my lingerie wardrobe to include some of the sexiest bikini panties and briefs, in such fashionable shades as light-blue, yellow and off-white. Each has the cutest one-inch lace border.

I look forward each morning to putting on my lingerie. On those days when it is too hot to wear my pantyhose to the office, I wear my beautiful silk or nylon sheer panties, the bikinis being my preference. Fashion magazines show that these days women are wearing men’s underwear, so I no longer experience guilt feelings because I enjoy the wonderful lingerie surrounding my tremendous hard-on. Several of the women I have dated have gone along with my fetish, and in several instances have actually supported my desire to look and feel absolutely feminine under my regular clothes.

As I write this from my office, I am dressed in a $400 dress suit, a $50 silk shirt and a $20 tie, and my beautifully sheer-to the-waist taupe pantyhose makes me totally and completely the man. I would love to just walk over to my secretary’s desk, drop my trousers and see the expression on her beautiful face.

Collecting lingerie these days is harmless, like collecting records. I sometime spend more time in lingerie stores than I do in bookstores. I sometimes use lingerie as a pick-me-up when I have had a particularly stressful day.

I wear a fitted, tailored, straitlaced pinstripe to work in order to make my way in the corporate world, but underneath it lives a man with white nyIons and silk or satin next to his skin. My underwear gives me the confidence that only true feminine lingerie can give.

Masculine, athletic underwear may suit my active outer life, but it doesn’t suit my active inner life at all. When for long periods of time I have had to dress completely in men’s clothing, including under- wear, of late, I felt quite tense and as though I had stepped into the wrong body, one that didn’t quite fit-which, incidentally, was the way I used to feel constantly in the days before the onset of my introduction to frilly feminine things. I cannot easily explain their appeal, only that they seem to become part of me in a way that men’s underwear simply does not. It feels like the difference between going naked and wearing a suit of armor!

My inner life is so much richer now that I’ve discovered what I love. And, after all, it’s my inner life that lies hidden in that secret place — my lingerie drawer. I suspect that millions of men would become true lovers of lingerie if only they would make that first bold purchase.