This story is completely a work of fiction and fantasy.

I remember Christmastime, I was alone maybe five left alone with the Christmas tree and the TV on. The TV for once wasn’t what was captivating, the magical ornaments that included figurines of angels and elves, and the glitter on the Christmas tree was.

But something caught my eye, it was a production of the Nutcracker. It started with scenes of snow covered streets decorated for Christmas and faded into the orchestra hall and on to the stage. I was immediately captivated by the magical Christmas scene, and the beautiful costumes and sets of the production. Even at that age, the tights of the women and men captivated me. I was so immersed that looking back at that memory I almost feel like I became one with production and that the stage ceased to be stage and I was in the fairy-fantasy land of the Nutcracker ballet.

The feeling of that memory never left me and later in life I developed a love of ballet, ballet music, costumes and the tights they wore. Something about that material the way it concealed and revealed the legs fascinated me. To me ballet represented a magical world I could escape into even as an adult.

Years, later, when I was 28, one night I was at a beautiful ballet, a production of Sleeping Beauty and suddenly that memory of being drawn into a living live version of the ballet came up again. It was only for a fleeting moment but for a few seconds I felt like I was in the production as a cast member, but the stage had become a real life fantasy land.

I left the ballet in daze, wondering about this strange feeling. Was it real? Or my mind playing tricks? A lucid dream? I became obsessed with trying to slip back into this world but nothing I could do seemed to trigger it.

But one day around Christmas, I was sitting in a room with a tree, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a production of the nutcracker on the şişli escort screen, I began to be pulled into it like a trance I don’t know how long I stared but I slowly became more and more in a trance like state and my eyes slowly shut. I don’t know how long they were shut- it felt like a few seconds or a few years- but when I opened them I was in a long corridor of what looked like any modern office building, but at the end of the hall, I saw two women in dark leotards and pink tights swiftly walk by and enter a room at the end of the hall.

Intrigued and curious to know where I was, I followed them to the end of the hall. The room had a door with a window on it and from there I could see it was a ballet studio and the two women had joined a ballet class.

All of the women were gorgeous ranging in age from what looked like 18 to late forties but even the ones in their late forties had beautiful ballet bodies, seemed to retain their youthful features and the only indication of age was streaks of grey and gentle signs of maturity on the face.

I didn’t want to be caught ‘staring’ but I was so captivated and intrigued about where I was that I watched class for a few minutes — no one seemed to notice or care.

I had never seen so many beautiful bodies at once.I loved how the leotards and tights clung to their bodies and emphasized their forms. They all had slight variations of the same color leotard some with high cut legs, some with straps, others with full traditional scoop tops. Some had their leos hiked up so their glutes were split by them almost like a thong, on others the fabric covered the full bottom and there was every variation in between. The material was thinner and more delicate than ‘workout wear’ or ‘yoga pants’.

As I said, all the women were beautiful but my eyes fixed on one brunette with wavy bouncy hair going to her shoulders, wide light brown, almost amber eyes and taksim escort full sensual lips. She was slender but curvy and had taut legs slightly larger than normal thighs so many professional dancers have and a beautiful full bottom. She was wearing a black leotard with a distinctive cross strap on the back, pink tights and pink slippers. The tights and leotards subtly separated her glutes and emphasized her beautiful butt, when she came closer to the door during floor exercises, I could see she was glistening with sweat.

Time flew by as they went through their plies, floor work and barre exercises, and I had almost forgotten that I had no idea where I was. I saw the class do its closing appreciation bows to the teacher and piano player and they all started to exit the room.

I wanted to enter the room and ask where I was but the door was locked and even banging on it no one seemed to notice me. I then turned to go down the hall again but now there was a partition in the hallway blocking me. I started to get worried and wonder if I was hallucinating or in a dream… after a few minutes I turned around and noticed the studio door was open.

I walked into the studio. It was empty but at the end of the hall the door where everyone left was open. I turned around and tried the handle of the door I entered in but it was locked. It was so mysterious and strange that I felt curiosity more than panic. Whoever or whatever was causing this, obviously wanted me to go in that door. I didn’t figure it was a trap because if someone wanted to kill me they would have done it by now.

I walked towards the doorway and entered. I looked around — it looked like a dressing room for a dance studio, with mirrors and lights but no one was there. But on one of the counters by the mirror, was the leotard tights and shoes of the brunette. I immediately knew it was hers by the distinct straps.

However mecidiyeköy escort lost and confused I was, my mind immediately was filled with visions of her beautiful body in that leotard, and I walked closer. I began to get aroused and excited thinking about how she looked in it and imagined her slipping into it. I looked around again. I was alone. I put my hand on her leotard and immediately felt a rush of pleasure through my body. It was soft as I ran my hand over it and I could feel the moisture of her sweat. I couldn’t resist, I slowly picked up her tights and leotard and shoes and caressed my cheek against them, smelling her scent on the moist crotch area of the leotard and tights both the front and back had an erotic, sensuous aroma.

I am not a ‘foot’ guy but even the scent of her sweaty ballet shoes turned me on as I sniffed them. I put them down and again inhaled the smell of her sweaty tights like a fine perfume.

“Hello”, a voice said.

Startled, I dropped the tights and turned around. There was the brunette I had eyed in class, in an all black stretch footed catsuit. I was terrified, embarrassed and frightened all at once.

“Don’t worry”, she said, coming closer and picking up her tights. “Its ok”, and she again waved them under my nose and stroked my cheek with them and gently smiled, “You’re in Ballet Land”.

“Ballet Land”, I said, now curious and confused.

“Yes”, she said smiling, “Ballet Land, and I am your guide and Fairy, but more about that later; First about the tights”, she again picked them up. “It’s ok for you to touch them and smell them, don’t be embarrassed, its perfectly natural and I like that you do it”, she said.

Her voice was so sincere and comforting, although I was still confused, I slowly became more and more at ease.

“In fact if you didn’t do it, you would have been transported back into the everyday world you were wishing to escape from”, she said.

“Where am I?” I again asked.

A gentle smile again came to her face, and she replied slowly, patiently and sweetly “Like I told you you’re in Ballet Land”. She extended her hand “Come with me and I’ll explain everything to you….”.