I had a revelation today: thigh socks. Better than tights, and much more durable (and warmer) than stockings. I went out shopping and bought a few pairs and then tried them on at home. I’ve only ever worn stockings once before but boy was I amazed at how sexy it felt just wearing these. This is going to sound really weird, but I took a picture of myself wearing nothing but those long socks (right up to the top of my thighs) and, you know what, I reckon I look allright.

I tried a few things on with them. Short skirts looked waaay sexy, and I don’t think I’m brave enough for that, but even longer ones felt pretty good.

Maybe I’ll try stockings sometime after all, if I ever get a date.

I feel like I might have started this exhibitionist adventure at the wrong time of year because it’s really quite cold today.

Anyway, I found a kind of solution, which was long socks, boots, and a long skirt. I mean, nobody would know what was or wasn’t underneath, and thankfully it wasn’t too windy so I kept nice and warm. Then I had a cardigan and a blouse and a jacket until I got to the office.

Matthew came over for a chat at some point and I wished I’d undone another button, but I kept on fingering at the lapel and I could see it was distracting him. Maybe there’s something there. He’s nice enough.

The train was absolutely full with Halloween partiers this evening. I envied them for the fun they seemed to be having, but I much preferred to go home to be honest.

I can’t believe it’s November already!

I ached from pilates again this morning. I better get a flat stomach out of this or I’ll be very disappointed.

At least it had stopped raining, but it was quite cold so I had to wear tights. And tights with no underwear is a no-goer, and I’m not spending loads of money on stockings, so it was a distinctly unadventurous day at work. It was made even worse by seeing a load of sexy Halloween party-goers out in skimpy outfits on the way home!

I was so frustrated that as soon as I got in I turned the heating up and stripped right down to nothing and spent the rest of the evening naked! I had the lights turned down, of course, and put a dressing gown on when I went to the kitchen (because I don’t have blinds on the windows there), but it felt very liberating. Especially each time I walked past the dining room window, even though nobody was in opposite to see me.

Given the way the temperatures are going I doubt I’ll be able to do that many more times this year.

Pilates day. Knackered again.

What a day.

The weather took a bit of a nosedive. Although it stayed warm it was forecast to absolutely chuck it down with rain. But being the resourceful person I now am I took full advantage of it as I have some calf boots that don’t get anywhere near enough wear, and to go with those I wore a slightly shorter skirt than usual. It meant I wasn’t really showing any more leg, but it felt a bit riskier to move the bare skin a bit higher!

It put me in such a good mood that I was bouncing along the street to the tube with my umbrella in one hand and my bag over my shoulder. And when it started to rain it felt so good I didn’t put the umbrella up. It felt remarkably warm and I didn’t even button my coat up.

I put the funny looks that I got on the tube down to the grin on my face, but then I got to work and went into the bathroom to dry my hands and I worked out exactly why: the white blouse I was wearing was half-soaked with rain, and looking back at me from the mirror were two pink nipples showing through the wet cotton! It was like I was wearing tissue paper!

OMG I wished I’d had the courage to do that knowingly, but there was no way I could sit around the office like that. So I had to keep my jacket on and buttoned up for the morning while I steamed inside! I must have looked a right state with bedraggled hair and a red face from being too hot.

Lesson learnt, I guess, but I’m not sure if it was a good lesson or a bad one.

The clocks went back today so we all got an extra hour in bed. Except really it just means I got up at a reasonable time and still had a lie-in. Met friends today and then wandered around saying how weird it was that it was warm at this time of year, but the problem with the clocks changing was that it was getting dark by late afternoon.

Anyway, I was too terrified that my friends would discover my new secret adventures that I ended up wearing about twice as many clothes as I needed. I was baking when I got home, so I stripped down to my underwear as soon as I got through the front door. And then I remembered that I had some washing on the line out the back, so as dusk began to fall I snuck out the back door and in nothing but bra and knickers I unclipped my washing and folded it over my arm.

I’m not sure whether I’m disappointed that nobody seemed to see me, but I can reward myself with that mug now. “If it requires pants or a bra it’s not happening today” shall be my motto, except when it comes to washing I’ve promised myself that it’s only bra and pants from now on.

The neighbours are at it again! We’re in this weird heatwave and the woman out the back, the one who was smoking in her underwear, appeared at the back door in nothing but a pair of shorts and went around her garden watering the plants! I know I shouldn’t judge, but every time she leant over I swear her boobs nearly reached the ground. I wouldn’t even go out there in my nightie and when she looked up at the window I had to pretend I hadn’t even noticed her and carried on making a cup of tea.

Anyway, I thought if she can do it, I can do it too… just not quite as well. If I can muster the courage to go into the garden in my underwear then I’m getting that mug.

Nothing much else happened today. I went to the supermarket in one of my new tops and skirt, but being without underwear is feeling pretty normal now so I hardly even remembered it as I was walking around.

There was a lot of noise outside tonight and I realised it’s one of the Saturdays closest to Halloween. It’s not something I’d ever cared for, but maybe there’s a revealing outfit opportunity I’ve yet to explore?

I was still aching today, but I powered through it (by sitting at my desk and not moving much). I spent a lot of time feeling my stomach looking for muscles through the fat. There must be something in there that’s causing all of this aching, but I’m damned if I could find it. I guess one exercise class isn’t really enough to turn me into a supermodel… or even a standard model.

I went out for a drink after work but there wasn’t really anyone I wanted to show off to so it didn’t last long.

Oh jeez my legs and stomach ache from that Pilates class last night! I was very much not feeling sexy today, even with the boost of being able to skip the underwear again! I was so zoned out I nearly missed this guy on the tube trying to take a peek down my blouse.

For some reason I was googling stuff about exhibitionism when I got home and found a mug that said “If it requires pants or a bra it’s not happening today” on it. Might get it as a reward for myself sometime… I just need to choose a milestone.

(Mug here so I don’t forget it: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZCDZ45G/)

Pilates might actually be a setback, as there’s no way I’m doing that without underwear. Not with those leggings and that top clinging to me. Since I went straight from work it was a pretty standard day.

Pilates was massively hard, though. There were only twelve of us and I hid as close to the back as I could, but honestly I was too busy sweating and collapsing to even look at my fellow classmates, and from what I can tell they were the same – even the ones that managed to keep going. I’m glad there were plenty of fellow strugglers like me, though. No pain no gain! (I just hope it’s not lots of pain for no gain.)