After hours upon hours of driving on the interstate, Morgan Mitchell sees a welcome sight, the exit for her hometown of Roseville Indiana. "Only 5 more miles," she says to herself aloud while pulling onto the exit. College is great, but it will be good to be home for a while."
A short drive later, she enters the outskirts of Roseville. It is nearly midnight and the town is all but shut down for the night, save for the 24-hour gas station. Low on fuel from the drive, Morgan decides to fill up before heading to her house. She tries to swipe her card at the pump but the machine can not read it. "That accidental trip through the wash messed this thing up bad," she says to herself after pushing the button to pay inside. After filling her car up Morgan goes in to grab a soda and pay for the fuel. As she is picking out her drink she notices the store clerk walk from the back room towards the counter. The female clerk is wearing her normal station uniform top but instead of pants is wearing a knee length skirt with black hose and heels.
"So, did they change your dress code?" she asks, in reference to the hose.
The clerk smiles, "They're so soft... So silky.."
Despite being taken back by the strange comment, Morgan politely smiles and heads out.
While entering her driveway, Morgan turns her headlights off before bringing the car to a halt. She then slips quietly into the house through a rear door left unlocked by her parents. She last talked to them a couple hours ago when they informed her of the door and their plans to turn in for the night. To avoid waking her brother or parents, Morgan slides out of her shoes and crashes on the couch.
Several hours later the smell and sound of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen brings Morgan out of her slumber. As she wipes the sleep from her eyes Morgan notices something strange about her mother who is bustling around the kitchen. She appears to be wearing white nylon under her calf length robe.
"Good morning dear," Morgan's mother says with a bright smile. "How was your drive?"
"It was good mom, thanks. Where's dad and Tommy?"
"Tommy is still in bed, and your father had to go into the office today."
"On a Saturday, that sucks."
"Yes," her mother replies, "but that just means more cash flow for the holidays."
Morgan nods and takes a seat at the table. She then points towards the bottom hem of her mother's robe. "Mom, what's with those?"
Brenda Mitchell smiles and responds to her daughter's query. "Those slippers were a gift from your father for my birthday. Thank you for noticing dear."
"Those are nice mom, but I was talking about the nylons. Are they those special ones doctors give people with bad circulation?"
"My circulation is fine dear. I just like how soft and silky they feel."
Morgan recalls the gas station clerk saying something similar about her hose. Before she can press the issue more, the hungry youth is distracted by pancakes and bacon. As her daughter dives into the meal. Brenda retreats upstairs and comes back down wearing a green holiday sweater paired with a black knee length skirt. She has swapped her slippers for a pair of green flats that match the sweater and has kept on the silky white nylons.
Morgan finishes breakfast and heads up to her old room. After grabbing a couple things from her bag she slips down the hall and into the bathroom. The hot shower feels fantastic after the long drive home. Morgan stays under the revitalizing water until the temp starts to drop. She then turns it off, exits the shower, dries off and heads back to her room wearing only a towel.
Morgan once again opens her bag and pulls out her outfit for the day. A blue and gold hooded sweatshirt wither her college's logo on it, jean shorts, and a pair of black leggings. "Who needs pantyhose when leggings are so much better," she says while getting dressed. She finishes off the outfit with white cotton socks and tennis shoes with the same color scheme as her sweatshirt.
While putting the rest of her things away, she hears a moan from the neighboring room. "Sounds like Tommy still likes to beat off in the morning." Morgan sneaks into the hall and quietly turns the doorknob of her brother's room. Like she had done many times before, Morgan bursts in while covering her eyes and shouts, "Good morning Mr. Monkey Spank!"
The sound of a female moan causes Morgan to uncover her eyes. The sight she sees nearly sends her into shock. Her brother is being ridden by a cute red head and neither of them seems affected by her intrusion. Morgan tries to look away but then catches sight of black nylons on the red head and mocha colored ones on Tommy. His silky toes curl as he climaxes into his lover. Only then does he notice his baffled sister in the doorway.
"Dammit Morgan!," he yells, have you ever heard of knocking?"
"Why the fuck are you wearing pantyhose?"
"Get the fuck out of my room!"
Morgan retreats downstairs where her mom heard the whole encounter.
"Your brother and his new girlfriend like to roleplay in the bedroom dear."
"Okay!" Morgan yells, "the clerk at the station last night was odd. You this morning was weird, but what I just saw is 100% messed up. Has everyone around here gone crazy for fucking nylons!"
"Perhaps that is my fault," a female voice says from the stairway. Morgan turns to see Tommy's girlfriend. "My mother and I just moved here at the start of the school year and her formal dress boutique has been busy non-stop since then. People come in to buy outfits for a number of events. Like, the school's homecoming dance in September and their recent Winter Formal."
"What the hell does that have to do with nylons?"
"I buried the lead," the girlfriend replies with a coy smile. "I'm sorry, let me explain. My mother has created a new type of pantyhose that solves all of the traditional issues associated with them. Running, bunching and so forth. My mother's hose even has a temp control feature so they can be worn in extreme heat or cold while keeping the wearer perfectly comfortable. To promote them she gave away free dresses to anyone who would help her shoot promo pictures for our website wearing the new hose. I guess we have a hit on our hands because the people of Roseville are obsessed with Silken Bliss Pantyhose."
Morgan rolls her eyes," well, don't start eyeing mansions just yet. This town has always been a bit off beat and the people here tend to hop from one new thing to the next. At one time our mayor wanted to give those silly beverage hats people wear at sporting events an official town holiday. So, this, like all the rest of the fads and trends our backwater town buys into will fade away. Nylons and pantyhose are relics of the past."
Morgan then points to her own leg. "Leggings are the future."
After the rant, Morgan leaves for a walk to clear her head. The girlfriend was right, everywhere she looked, women and men were wearing Silken Bliss Pantyhose. As Morgan crosses through city park she spots the formal dress boutique that started all this.
Just as she is about to barge in the front door to give the owner a piece of her mind, she is quickly pulled away and dragged into a near bye alley. Morgan gets her bearings and is about to scream but stops when setting eyes on her abductor.
"Brittany? What are you doing here? I thought you went to college in California."
