Socks never were so sensual before. They were simply functional, soft tubes of cotton or polyester that covered your foot and maybe your ankle. This, though this was a spectacle, delicate mesh clinging to the soft, supple smoothness that was your legs now. Encase the hairless skin beneath only some, pale flesh peaking through the numerous openings. The mesh pulling up so high to even your newly curved round thighs were inside. The whole affair screaming feminine and sensuality over form or function. Your panties connecting with soft silk ribbons. You felt both more covered and even more exposed simultaneously, your walking contradiction continued as you move even more towards femaleness.