Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

 

Part 8

 

"Well what do we have here?"

Both Jennifer and Andrea spun to see Mr. Jay standing there studying them. He did not seem displeased but Andrea was upset.

"I am so sorry Mr. Jay. Jennifer goes to my sister's school and she just dropped in to see me. Forgive me, I should have been working. She just wanted to try on some heels."

Jennifer interrupted,

"Mr. Jay, do not blame Andrea – it is all my fault. I have been bugging Miss Robinson and Andrea to try on their heels but they don't fit me. I made her get these from your store so I could try them on."

Bill smiled a broad friendly smile, which helped to relax both girls somewhat.

"It's quite alright. I am glad that you both share something in common and it is nice to meet you Jennifer. It is a pleasure to have you in my shop. Tell me, is this the first time you have tried on high heels?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"And how do you like them?"

Andrea was surprised somewhat about Bill's sudden interest in Jennifer. She thought again about what Mrs. Williams had said about Bill liking high heeled shoes and wondered again how she might know that.

Jennifer gleamed,

"Oh I love them. I knew I would feel different with high heels on and I do! I feel so special."

"Well maybe you would like to wear them for a while. Why don't you go shopping or visit your friends and see if you still like them after wearing them for a few hours."

Jennifer almost squealed with glee,

"Would that really be alright with you? Oh thank you. I can't wait to show my heels off to everyone."

"Yes that would be just fine. We'll see you later on."

They both watched as Jennifer walked out of the store and out into the mall. Andrea thought to herself that Jennifer actually walked reasonably well in high heels for her very first time. But then again they were only 4" high heels. But she wondered to herself if really liking high heels made it almost more natural to walk in them. When she was out of sight Andrea said,

"I am sorry Bill. I should have been working. I did not expect Jennifer to come here. It was nice of you to let her wear those."

"Oh it's quite alright. She seems so happy. Forget it. But I have a little surprise for you that I hope you like."

Bill pulled the satin drawstring on the mauve bag he was still holding and removed a beautiful high heeled pump. They were black and white. The body of the pump was white kid leather but the very pointed toecap was a black patent wing tip. The back of the pump along with the high stiletto heel was also black patent. The heels were very thin and very high. The insole was padded in fine gold leather.

Andrea accepted it from him and said,

"Oh my God, this shoe is absolutely gorgeous. Are you going to see these?"

"No Dear, they are a gift for you. My way of saying thank you for working here. I see you have already made many sales. So please accept them with my thanks. Come here a moment."

He took her hand and led her to one of the large chairs and sat her down in front of him. He knelt at her feet and removed the other pump from the bag. He then surprised her by very gently removing her pumps and carefully stood them side-by-side on the coffee table. He then took her right foot in his hand and began to massage her foot. She was shocked and overwhelmed. It felt so good. Her feet were not sore from being in heels but it seemed that there was tension in her feet from being on tiptoe all morning and he seemed to know how to relax that. She liked it very much. It was a very good thing that she was wearing her special panties because that thing was responding in a large way right now.

He repeated the massage on her other foot and then while holding her foot he slipped each of the new pumps onto her feet. They fit so perfectly. She could feel the fine quality of these pumps as they held her feet firmly but comfortably. She looked down at her feet. These heels were gorgeous. She had never seen anything like them. Sarah certainly did not have a pair like them.

She wondered if she was really gay – or was she really a woman – had God made a mistake making her a boy. She wanted to thank this man – to make him happy. She did not know what to do. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek – much like a niece might do to thank a generous uncle for a lovely gift. He felt the warmth of her thanks and was very happy that she was pleased.

"Let me see them in the mirror. I love them so much."

When she stood she realized that these heels were very high and that too made her very happy.

As she looked in the mirror at her new spectator pumps she said,

"Boy these heels are high – look at that. Do you think they look nice on me? They fit perfectly."

"I hope you don't mind. Your skirt and blouse made me think of these spectator pumps for you – I thought they would be perfect. But they only had them in a 4" heel or a 5 ½" heel and I thought you might prefer the high heels to the medium heels. If you like I can take them back and exchange them for the lower ones."

"Oh no, I just love them. They are beautiful and I love the higher heel especially if you think they look nice on me." (There was that feeling again of wanting to please this man that she did not understand).

"They look perfect on you. I am so glad you like them. I will have to keep my eye open for others you might like. Now would you like to change back into your 5" heels for work?"

"I would rather wear these heels awhile if you think they look nice. Would that be OK?"

"That would be just fine."

Andrea was almost sick to her stomach. She felt her knees go weak. Just behind Bill's proud smiling face she could see a customer had entered the store – it was her mother.

"It seems you have another customer" and he turned and smiled, "Hello Joan, so nice to see you today. Please meet my new assistant. Andrea this is Mrs. Taylor. Joan, this is Andrea Robinson."

Andrea thought, what a horrible way for my dream to end. Everything had been so perfect. Why was she here? She never seemed to have any nice clothes like the ones Bill had in his store so why was she here today – and how does she know Bill?

Mrs. Taylor extended her hand and smiled,

"It is very nice to meet you Andrea. I have a feeling that we have maybe met somewhere else because you do look so familiar in some way."

Although her heart was pounding and her knees were weak Andrea somehow managed to smile and take Mrs. Taylor's hand,

"So nice to meet you Mrs. Taylor. I hope you're having a good day."

"I am, thank you."

Was this possible? It seemed that Sarah was right – that with Sarah's help, she had become the young woman she wanted to be – that she dreamed she could be. She had a familiar look but her own mother did not really recognize her own son as a young woman.

"Excuse me" and Mrs. Taylor turned to Bill and said, "Did they come in?"

"Yes Joan they did and they're gorgeous too. Andrea, would you excuse us. Can you look after the store while Mrs. Taylor and I see to some business?"

Andrea smiled and watched her mother and Bill go into his office. Before he closed the door, she saw her mother kick off her square toed, 2" block heeled clunky pumps and as the door closed she could swear that she saw her mother put her foot into what seemed to be a 6" high heeled stiletto pump.

The door closed – what could be going on here?

To be continued

  

  

  

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