Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

  

Part 10

  

The three women walked through the Mall towards the main entrance. Andrea had no idea where Sarah was planning to take them to lunch. Andrea noticed immediately that Jennifer's new high heeled pumps had steel heel tips like the black 5" heels that she had worn to work. Both her new spectator pumps and Sarah's high stiletto sandals had a softer heel tip that sounded wonderful but were both quieter that Jennifer's heels.

"My goodness, these steel tipped heels make a lot of noise but I love the sound. But they are also really slippery on these tile floors. I would hate to slip and fall."

Andrea and Sarah just giggled and Sarah offered,

"You will get more at home in high heeled shoes as you wear them more."

Andrea's thought that Jennifer seemed to be truly happy now. She was walking reasonably well but her heels teetered a bit with each step and she was holding her arms out slightly as if to balance a bit better. Andrea thought to herself that even real women like Jennifer and Sarah could experience the feelings that coursed though her now. As Sarah and Jennifer talked, Andrea's thoughts began to roam deeply into the future. She realized that in her male role, she had no goals whatsoever. She had never thought about where her life was going, about what she might choose to do and certainly not about what she might do for a partner. Now as she walked through the mall she began to realize that she now had goals in her life. She certainly did not want to grow anymore and she prayed that she would remain petite. She thought about the many jobs a woman can have. She was not attracted to being a schoolteacher like Sarah. She wondered what it might be like to be a nurse, but then she realized that nurses never wear high heels. It seemed to be the same with stewardesses. That was a shame because working on airplanes all around the world would be fun but only if she could wear high heels. She made up her mind that she would find a way to live out her life this way and maybe she could be some kind of upscale business girl. All she knew was that she could not go back. The feelings of happiness, of finding herself were far too important to give up now.

"Ahem – excuse me Miss Andrea, are you with us here?"

Andrea was jolted out of her thoughts and she looked back to see Sarah and Jennifer standing at the entrance to a very nice restaurant. She turned a little red and almost trotted back to them in a cute little run that looked so feminine.

Jennifer said,

"God I don't know how you run like that in those heels. Even if I could, my feet are quite sore now."

"Oh your feet will get used to that and it will be easy."

Andrea answered realizing a difference. Her feet were quite sore now too. That had been a long walk in heels a bit too high for this but unlike Jennifer, she would never ever admit to anyone that her feet were hurting. She did not know why she felt this way – it really didn't matter – it was just something that was very important to her.

The restaurant was quite formal. There was a small lineup and the hostess greeted them with a large and friendly smile. She was so lovely with long chestnut hair and big brown eyes. Her makeup was perfect. She wore a navy blue silk sheath dress with wide shoulder straps. It hung to about 2 inches above her knee. She had on sheer nylons and plain navy blue pumps with a square toe and a 2" block heel. As the hostess lead them to their table, Andrea thought that this might be a job she could one day seek. She also thought that she would wear a higher heel. The job involved quite a lot of standing and walking but it would be easy to do in her 5" heels – she would wear the higher ones for special days.

The table was lovely. A corner table by the window overlooking the room with windows that looked out over the city. The table was set with a white linen cloth that hung to the floor. The silver cutlery, crystal glasses and formal china made it look so nice.

They sat as an attractive young waitress poured water for them all. Sarah ordered a green salad and coffee. Andrea decided to have the same with a glass of water and Jennifer ordered the quiche.

Andrea decided to just slip her pumps off the back of her feet. Her pads on the balls of her feet were burning and this helped. But she felt Sarah's bare foot sliding under her foot and it slipped her high heels right off. Apparently Sarah had removed her high heels as well. Jennifer asked if anyone else wanted to visit the lady's room and they both declined.

After she left,

"Why did you take off my high heels?"

"You need a little break and no one can see. I have mine off too. You should probably put on the lower pumps for the afternoon because we are going to a very formal cocktail party this evening and we will be standing a lot in high heels. I do this at school too but you have never seen me because I only rest my feet when I am sitting at my desk."

Andrea laughed and said,

"I think that's cute. I didn't realize that heels bothered your feet at all. I was quite worried when my feet got sore because I would hate not being able to wear my high heels everywhere."

Sarah just smiled,

"You are doing so well and I am so proud of your progress. Not only are you lovely but also your mannerisms and walk have become so completely natural. All women have their own style; the way they hold their hands, the way they walk, even just the way they stand. You have developed a walk where your heels teeter inwards ever so slightly with each step – you're probably not even aware that you're doing that – but it is very attractive and quite sexy. I know that walking here from the store that your pads were burning and your arches probably ached a bit too but in spite of that you were walking so naturally in those pumps and really you must admit, they are a little too high for work."

Andrea moved her feet around feeling for her pumps and said,

"Yes I guess they are a bit too high for work but I do love them so much. And sitting here like this my feet are fine again. It only seems to take a few minutes."

"As your pads on the balls of your feet get used to high heels, it will be a lot easier too."

Andrea was suddenly taken with a sad thought,

"I am going to hate changing back into a boy to go home this evening."

"Oh I forgot to tell you. I told your mother that you would be away all weekend at study camp to improve your grades – so you are not going home this evening. As a matter of fact, we have a very formal cocktail party to attend this evening so we will have to get ready about 7:00pm. So don't be late coming home. We will want to look our very best this evening – there will be a lot of cute guys at this party."

Andrea did not know why but the thought of looking really pretty and attracting the looks of young men was particularly exciting to her. She was drawn from her thought with the Jennifer's return and at the same time the pretty waitress served their lunch.

Throughout their lunch both Sarah and Andrea listened to Jennifer go on and on about her new high heeled shoes. Andrea smiled to herself as she realized that a young woman born to this life could be as obsessed as one made to live this special life. She only offered to Jennifer the wish that she might be as happy with her high heels as she had been all these years – and she laughed to herself inside.

Sarah was kind enough to buy lunch for them all. Both Sarah and Andrea inconspicuously slipped their heels back on and they rose to leave. Andrea was so thrilled because her feet felt as fresh as this morning when she had first dressed for work.

As they left the restaurant Jennifer said,

"Well I have to go to the school and hide these high heels so my mother doesn't have a bird – I have some flats there and I will hide these in my locker."

Sarah added,

"That would probably be a good idea. You would hate to lose them now. I have to head home and choose a dress for this evening so I will see you after work Sis. Kisses."

She gave them both a little hug and kiss and Andrea watched her walk away in the pretty pink stiletto slings.

Andrea walked back to the store and along the way an attractive man smiled at her and said,

"Miss, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I really like your shoes. So few women wear high heels these days and you make them look very special."

It seemed strange that he smiled and left. She could only say,

"Thank you for saying so. That is so sweet."

It was 3:30pm when Andrea got back to the store. Mr. Jay asked,

"Did you girls have a nice lunch?"

"Oh it was a very nice restaurant Mr. Jay. Thank you for letting me take that time."

"Oh no problem – actually I am closing early today so you can go home. I suspect a pretty girl like you has plans for Saturday night so you get out of here and I will close up."

"I don't mind helping you."

"No I won't hear of that. You did so well today. Here is your pay and commission for today's work. I hope every work day goes as well for you."

And he handed her a sealed envelope.

"Thank you so much."

He added,

"I will be doing inventory tomorrow. The Store will be closed but if you would like to make a little extra money come in about noon – oh and dress casually."

"Thank you – I would love to help out. I was wondering though – I do not want to walk home in the beautiful new heels you bought for me. Would you know where my other heels are?"

"Oh yes of course, they are right here."

He reached behind the counter and pulled out the bag that her new heels had come in. He handed her the bag. She wanted to make this look special for him so she removed the black pumps from the bag – it was very obvious that he had shone them for her – and she stood them side-by-side on the floor at her feet. One by one she stepped out of her high heeled spectator pumps and stepped into her 5" heels. My God she thought. These feel almost low. They were like slippers. She bent and picked up her spectators and as she slipped them into the bag she said,

"Thank you so much for my new heels. I just love them and they're nice and high too, don't you think?"

"Yes Dear – they really look nice and you make extra high heels look so natural. See you tomorrow Darling."

She liked the special loving names and she turned and walked out after looping her shoe bag on her arm and placing the envelope in her clutch.

The steady click of her steel tipped stilettos was like sweet music as she walked through the mall. The day was still bright and pleasantly warm as she stepped outside. She decided to open her envelope as she waited for the light to change and she was shocked. There was a great deal of money in it along with a small note that said – Basic Pay $50.00, Commission on sales - $125.00.

She almost squealed with glee and she thrust the envelope back into her clutch bag. The day was now too perfect to take the short way home. She decided to take the sidewalks that went to Sarah's place but they meandered through the park. These heels felt so nice after having been in the really high 5 ½" pumps for so long. She was amazed at how a silly little ½" could make such a difference. This walking was also quite pleasurable for her and she could feel something straining in her very special panties. It was so pleasurable that she did not hear the clatter behind her before it was too late. A bunch of teenage boys running carelessly, chasing one another and not paying attention were upon her before she realized what had happened. They did not mean to hurt her nor were they looking where they were going but suddenly she had been roughly body-checked and she stumbled forward trying desperately not to fall. She tried to stay on the pavement but she stumbled through the grass and fell down. Thankfully she was not hurt and her skirt was still in place. She gathered herself as the boys began to apologize profusely.

"Gee Miss we're so sorry – we didn't see you. Let me help you up. We really feel terrible."

Andrea realized that she knew these boys from school. They always ignored her.

"It's alright. I seem to be OK."

But as she stood she realized there was a serious problem. She almost fell again – the heel of her right shoe was broken. The stiletto had snapped right in the middle. The bottom 3" of her stiletto had snapped and was only held on by the leather of the sole. You could clearly see the supporting thin metal shaft in the center of the heel was snapped in two.

"I broke my heel when I stumbled."

She almost cried. The one boy said,

"My name is Tim Foster Miss and I will pay to have your shoe repaired. I am really sorry."

Andrea was sick and so saddened – what would she tell Sarah about breaking her heel? It would have to be the truth.

"Thank you Tim. I will see if it can be fixed."

The boys seemed to not care and they left. Andrea removed her pumps and changed into her spectator heels. She started on the way to Sarah's house praying that she had no ruined her teacher's trust and faith in her.

To be continued

  

  

  

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