Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

 

Part 6

 

Andy did not sleep at all that Thursday night. When she had taken back her beige high heeled pumps and sent him home he began to fantasize again about what the weekend might be like. He prayed that she would help him fund that special feeling again. He wondered why just wearing her high heeled shoes made him want to live a different life – the life of a young woman.

Tired and distracted at breakfast, Andy was suddenly awakened by a scolding from his mother,

"You teacher called me and told me that your school work is far below what you are capable of achieving and she has recommended a tutor for you. I am disappointed in you and I agree with her that you are able to do much better. So this weekend and possibly this summer you may be spending you time improving your grades."

Suddenly Andy was awake and aware. He knew what Miss Robinson had done and how she was going to help him be what he needed to be. He was in heaven,

"Yes Mom." But secretly he was ecstatic.

He tried to stay focused in school. Inside and out he was wearing a huge smile all day. Miss Robinson looked so beautiful today. She wore a gorgeous blue print dress that was nice and tight at her waist but had a full flowing skirt that hung to her knees. She wore a dark blue leather belt and matching blue high heeled sling back pumps with closed pointed toes. She looked so wonderful and he dreamed what Andrea might be tomorrow.

When school ended she said,

"Get a good sleep. It seems that this will be a very busy weekend." And she smiled.

Andy awoke with a start,

"Wake up sleepy head. You have a lot of studying to do today."

It was 7:00am and his mother was in his room. He had been worried when he went to bed that sleep might not come but the previous restless nights and the joys in knowing that he would soon be Andrea had apparently allowed him to fall asleep early. He jumped out of bed feeling wonderful and rested.

He put on jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers and socks and he almost ran to her house. The excitement and emotions that he felt about being a young woman again were almost overwhelming. He wondered if these wonderful feelings would always be there for him and he prayed that they would.

She opened the door and greeted him with a wonderful smile. Never before had he seen her like this. She had obviously just recently arisen from bed herself. She was beautiful in a different way; her hair was disheveled, she wore no makeup, she wore a lovely long terry cloth robe but as always, she wore white satin high heeled mules with marabou toes. He lovely red toenails showed through the open toes.

"Are you ready for your first day at work, young lady?" and she smiled a huge smile.

"You go shower and wash your hair; remember to use that cream on your arms and legs and I will help you get ready for work. The Mall stores open at 10:00am on Saturday but you should probably be at work by 9:00am."

When Andrea emerged from the shower, all that was left in the bathroom was her special panties, a lovely white basque with her breast forms, a short black satin robe and a pair of stiletto heel black satin mules with closed pointed toes. She had to step into the heels first and suddenly those wonderful feelings returned – she was home – she was a woman again. Andrea put on her panties – it would have been easier without the heels but she only smiled to herself about that. She put on her tight basque and inserted her breasts wishing she had real ones and then cinched the belt of her satin robe. She pirouetted on her heels in front of the mirror and loved the look of her legs and high arches. This was heaven.

Sarah made small talk as she attached her acrylic nails and painted them a soft red. She gave Andrea advice about being a young woman, about how to accept compliments from strangers and about all the joys of being a young workingwoman. She placed large rollers in Andrea's long hair as she did her makeup. She showed Andrea how to freshen her lipstick with a tube and a slim lip brush and cautioned her that she would need to do this a few times a day. As she blew Andrea's hair dry she cautioned in a serious tone,

"Remember that when you go to the bathroom that you go to the lady's room!"

"There, I think you look perfect for work." She turned the chair so Andrea could see.

Andrea thought, my God she can make me so pretty. She wondered to herself why it was that she felt so much more natural like this as a pretty young woman than she did as the scruffy young teenage boy that she really was.

"I think I know the perfect outfit for your first day at work."

Sarah reached into a dresser drawer and took out a small plastic package. She tore it open and removed a pair of sheer pantyhose.

"These will be better for work than stockings. Remember this is not a party, you are at work all day and these will be better for you than having to worry about fixing your garters during the day."

The pantyhose felt heavenly – so snug on her special panties and so sheer on her legs. Andrea quickly stepped back into her satin mules.

"Oh for heaven's sake, I can't get you out of heels for five seconds can I?" and she laughed.

Sarah went to the closet and returned with a black skirt and a gleaming white silk blouse. Andrea put on the blouse and buttoned the front. It had full puffy sleeves with French cuffs and a formal high collar. The curls of her long blonde hair caressed the high collar. The skirt was straight and tight and zipped at the side of her waist. It came to just above her knee and allowed only short steps, which was perfect for walking in heels. Sarah completed her outfit by tying a large white silk scarf around her neck in a choker style, placed the knot to the side and draped the ends of the scarf on her shoulder.

"Now for shoes; are you sure that you want to wear high heels all day? I have a few pair of lower heels – maybe three inch heels that might be better for you to wear all day at work."

Andrea was shocked,

"Oh God, please Sarah, I don't want to wear little heels. That would spoil everything for me."

"Oh all right, why am I not surprised? I understand but just remember that I warned you." And she smiled.

"I think I have just the right pumps to go with this outfit and that you can wear all day. I will meet you for lunch and I will also bring some low heels in case you feel differently by then."

Sarah went to the special closet and returned with a pair of absolutely plain black leather pumps. They had the classic pointed toe and a five inch very thin stiletto heel. Before she gave them to Andrea she went into a drawer and took out two pretty black leather rose clips and attached them to the toes. She also placed the small insole pads into the toe area and then said,

"Try these on and see how they feel."

Andrea slipped off her high mules and stepped into the black high heeled pumps. Despite the wonderfully high heel, these pumps felt like heaven. The kid leather was so soft that it snugly gripped her feet like a fine glove. Andrea said,

"These high heels are wonderful. They are so soft that I could wear these forever."

"Trust me, your feet will get tired but let me show you a trick when that happens. Don't let anyone see you do this but it really gives your feet a fresh start when they get tired."

Sarah slipped off one of her slippers and laid a glass tumbler on the floor on its side. She rolled the glass back and forth under the arch of her foot.

"Do that for just a few seconds and then put your high heels back on and your feet will feel fine again. Just don't let anyone see you do it. I think that it's tacky when a woman lets on that she cannot wear her high heels comfortably."

"By the way, your heels have steel heel tips. Rubber tips would wear out after a full day of work and are a bother to replace. You will click a lot walking to work and also on the tile floors in the Mall. Just walk confidently and ignore the looks you get. Both men and women notice this style of heel and you will attract attention. Just enjoy the fact that you are special and ignore their stares and especially the comments; if you overhear any."

Sarah smiled a wonderfully encouraging smile,

"You really look wonderful Andrea. Here's your purse; it has your identification and a little money. You had better get going to work because it's almost 8:30am and you don't want to be late on your first day."

"Aren't you going with me Sarah?"

"You are a grown young woman with a job and you don't need your big sister to baby-sit you to work. So have a wonderful morning and I will see you at lunch time."

Sarah gave Andrea a pretty pair of sunglasses and as Andrea carefully went down the steps she admonished,

"Remember to be careful of the sidewalks, you don't need a broken heel on your first day."

It was a wonderful spring day. The sun shone brightly and it was warm with a gentle breeze. Andrea put on her sunglasses and began walking to the Mall. She felt slightly nervous being alone for the very first time but she also felt wonderful. She was a woman again and this was natural for her. With each step she could feel her breasts jiggle in the bra of her basque, she could feel her pantyhose swish at her thighs, she could feel the tightness of her skirt at her knees, but the best part was being so high on tiptoe on these stiletto heeled pumps. She walked quickly and the staccato click of her heels on the pavement was heaven to her ears. She realized that she walked well in high heels – she could walk like Sarah did – as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a woman to be on tiptoe in delicate shoes – and she loved everything about it.

As she approached the Mall, she could see her own reflection in the mirrored walls and she loved it. Thanks to Sarah's help, she truly did look pretty and she had to admit to herself that she really did have nice legs. The Mall doors were all locked but to one side of the entrance doors she found a button labeled "Employee Buzzer". She pressed it and within a few moments, the security guard appeared.

He opened the door and smiled,

"May I help you Miss?"

"Good morning, I am Andrea Robinson. I am supposed to start work today at Mr. Jay's dress shop."

"Oh yes Miss Robinson. Bill told me to expect you. Come on in please. Bill has not arrived yet. He usually comes in about 9:30am to open on Saturdays. Maybe you would like a cup of coffee with me until he arrives."

"Thank you. That would be very nice."

He walked with her to the Mall's coffee shop,

"Isn't it a wonderful day. You will like working for Bill. He is a really nice Guy. If you don't mind me saying so, you look really pretty."

Andrea just smiled,

"Thank you. That is very nice of you to say so."

He bought them both a cup of coffee and walked her through the Mall to Mr. Jay's Dress Shop. Most of the stores were still closed and dark. A few were lit behind closed glass doors as their employees began to prepare for the days business.

In the quiet of an empty Mall, her high heels rang and echoed off the walls and Andrea was sure that she sensed her new friend stealing glances at her legs and her shoes. Just outside the door of her new employer was a bench. Andrea sat, crossed her legs and brushed her skirt straight. He sat beside her and said,

"My name is Tom Miss Robinson. I know most everyone that works here and it is really nice to know you too."

"Thank you Tom. That is nice of you to say. I am happy to be working here. Mr. Jay has some lovely things in his store."

"Yes he does and you will be perfect. You are so fashionable."

"Thank you."

Her new boss appeared and greeted her with a huge smile.

"I am so glad you are here. I was worried you might not come back this weekend. It will be wonderful having you here to grace my shop."

Andrea stood and offered her hand. He took it gently and squeezed, as a gentleman would greet a lady. As he opened the glass doors and turned on the lights, she said,

"You will have to help me. I have never worked in a fashionable shop before and I really have no idea what I am supposed to do."

He laughed,

"I will show you where everything is. You know that women will browse for what they want. You need only assist them. They will envy how lovely you are and will want to buy anything that might make them as pretty as you are."

Andrea lowered her eyes and almost blushed,

"Thank you. Everyone is being so sweet to me. I am a little embarrassed."

"You mustn't be. You will do very well. I will pay you a daily rate but you will be also paid a commission on all of your sales. You may also feel free to take any clothing that you might like. I assume you are size 4. Now let me show you the store."

They went through the entire shop from pretty lingerie to evening gowns. Everything in the shop was of the best quality and was all so pretty. Andrea had no idea what she might select for herself. She decided she would ask for Sarah's advice when she arrived for lunch.

With the coffee and the excitement, Andrea realized she had to go pee. She said,

"Before we open I would like to freshen up. Where is the lady's room?"

"Oh it's just across the hall next to the card shop."

As she walked out the door with her heels clicking on the tile floors she could see in the reflection that he was studying her. He seemed to be fascinated with her shoes. In the lady's room stall, she carefully slid down her pantyhose and the special panties. It sprang free and she sat to pee. It was quite hard and it felt nice to rub it. She decided not to make it come though. She stood again and replaced it back into her special panties and being careful not to snag her pantyhose with her long acrylic nails she lifted her hose and smoothed her legs. After brushing her skirt straight, she washed her hands and with the tiny brush and tube of lip-gloss she repaired her lipstick as Sarah had taught her.

She returned to the store and greeted Bill with a large smile,

"All fixed and ready for work."

He smiled,

"Are you going to work all day in those towering heels? I keep some dress shoes in the change rooms for the lady's trying on dresses. None are near as high as yours and would probably be more comfortable for work."

"Of course not. These are my work heels. They are very comfortable. I will wear these."

He seemed to blush red,

"Oh I am so glad. Those high heels look so wonderful. Besides you seem to have very small feet and I suspect the shoes I have would be too big. Do you mind me asking what is your shoe size?"

She remembered that strange number she had seen,

"Size 36."

"Oh I see you buy European shoes. That is size 6 in American styles and is a very small size."

He became even more red and seemed embarrassed as he quietly asked,

"I was wondering, do you suppose it would be alright if I were to buy you some shoes from a place I know that offers styles like you wear?"

She was puzzled but pleased,

"I guess that would be fine but I am very picky about style and heel height."

He said,

"Oh they only offer stiletto heels like you are wearing. They have five inch heels like you have on but they go higher as well – that is, if you might like higher heels too."

She gleamed but remembered her experience of trying Sarah's six-inch stilettos,

"That would be very nice, thank you. I do like higher as well but I am not yet graceful in six-inch heels but I will learn soon. I would love anything you might surprise me with."

"I am so excited about having you work here. I hope you enjoy it here as much as I enjoy having you work for me. I think it will be fun for us both."

To be continued

 

 

 

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