Elara laughed. It was just marketing copy. A play on the brand name. But curiosity, as it always did, won over practicality. She sat on the edge of her bed and began to pull them on.
She didn't plummet. She didn't dive.
The nylon fibers hardened instantly, vibrating with a low hum. They acted like rudders, catching the air currents. For a terrifying, exhilarating ten seconds, Elara wasn't a woman in pantyhose; she was a glider. She banked left, her body horizontal to the water, skimming just feet above the surface. ala nylon pantyhose