Origin Stories: @Euphoric_Dressed

@Euphoric_Dressed drew inspiration from a dapper orchestra teacher. He asked me to select a picture from my naughty little gallery, so I chose a pair of tuxed musicians whom I've long had a crush on. These come from Instagram.

Euphoric_Dressed writes erotica on Tumblr, linked here.

This is how I knew dressing up was a little more special for me.

I’ve had encounters as a youngling such as going through my dad’s dress-wear closet, trying on his black loafers, or wearing long dress socks. I loved the feel and the look of the clothes. I never understood why except that it was exciting.

But the biggest influence that came into play was middle school when I met the source: my orchestra teacher. What started off as a standard meet and greet became a couple of profound school years.

6th grade, I had just enrolled in a beginner orchestra class. For every day, I didn’t think much about it at the time, I looked forward to coming to his class. I live in Mid US so it’s pretty laid back here in terms of attire. So he was the teacher who stood out to me when every day, he wore dress trousers and his dress loafers. He always tucked in his shirt: sometimes a dress shirt, a polo shirt, and occasionally a T-shirt. That was the sight I always saw on him and somehow, I grew fond of him.

Summer would come leading me to think about him, and how I miss seeing him. When truthfully… I’m just ecstatic to see him all dressed up… and paying attention to his loafers during class.

As alluded to being in an orchestra class, there are performances and concerts. Which makes the whole matter a lot worse; concert attire. Black dress shirt. Black dress pants. Black dress shoes. Black socks. It was the uniform I had to wear, and I was all for it.

Don’t even get me started on him. Every single time we have a concert, he, the conductor, will pop up in his black suit and his shiny polished black Oxford. A white dress shirt underneath with a tie snugged on his neck. Out of all the years I was in his orchestra, the most memorable outfit he had on was when he donned the black cummerbund with his suit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

Then during the performance, I would have my violin in one hand and a bow in the other. Adding to the complication, I had to periodically make eye contact with him throughout the performance. Just lose myself as I stare at him in his suit. He would wave his hands, commanding his instructions for us to play. And I gladly followed them.

So throughout all of my middle school years, I had him as my orchestra teacher. I got to converse and know him a lot, which made me aspire to be like him... and of course to dress up like him.