Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

  

Part 11

  

Andrea placed the 5" pumps with the broken heel into her gift bag and her mind began to race. The more she thought about what had happened, the more she thought about how this would end everything for her. Suddenly all the wonderful feelings she had been enjoying during her walk home were gone. She prayed that Sarah might forgive her. What if the broken heel could not be fixed? What if Sarah made her become a boy again and sent her away? Her heart was racing.

As she walked home, it became worse. She was so upset and so sad that she was oblivious to anything else. She was not even aware of her wonderful high heels anymore; she was overwhelmed with fear. What if I just ran away, she thought? That was far too frightening – she still had so much to learn. Then she was home.

She entered the house and Sarah was coming to the door to meet her with a huge smile. Oddly Sarah was wearing a tight light blue halter top, very short jean cutoffs but she was barefoot – no heels at all but her bare feet with their sexy red toenails looked so pretty.

"Hi Sis, I didn't expect you home so early. This is great – we can go to the pool again before we have to get ready for the party tonight. I have picked out an unbelievable dress and heels for you."

Andrea began to sob uncontrollably. She tried to talk but the tears and sobbing prevented her from saying anything intelligible.

Sarah grabbed her and held her close,

"Oh my God Darling. What is so wrong? Who hurt you?"

Andrea sobbed so sadly with her makeup running from her eyes. She tried to say she was sorry but her tears and sobbing prevented her from talking. She opened the bag and showed Sarah the pump with the broken heel.

Sarah said and with a big smile,

"Is this why you are so upset my sweet Darling? Is that all that's wrong? No one hurt you?"

Andrea tried to say yes but the tears were even keeping her from normal breathing, so with eyes blackened by running mascara, she just nodded.

Sarah held her and laughed out loud,

"Oh my sweetheart, you mustn't be so upset. Sometimes – not very often – but sometimes stiletto heels can break. It happens – but it isn't worth you being so upset. I thought someone had attacked you. I was so afraid for you. Let me show you something."

Sarah went into the front closet and took out her blue kid leather 5" pumps that she often wore at school. The heel of one was broken off at the point where it attached to the shoe.

"I broke these walking home from school. I wasn't paying attention and I stepped into a crack and I felt it break. At least you were lucky – you had other high heels to put on. I had to walk home looking silly with one heel folding under me. I looked so ridiculous. You would have laughed and laughed."

Andrea felt her emotions coming under control. The spasms of her sobbing began to ease and as she looked at Sarah smiling at her with such love she began to giggle through her waning tears.

Sarah smiled broadly but with a questioning look,

"What is so funny all of a sudden?"

"I was just visualizing you trying to walk with one broken heel. It must have looked like you had one foot on the curb and the other on the street."

With that description they both laughed out loud and hugged one another with such love and devotion.

"Come into the living room. I want to show you the shoes I got for you. I'll show you your party dress later but I know you're going to love these heels I found to match it."

They went into the living room and there was a shoebox on the table. Sarah opened it and from the white tissue she removed one of the prettiest pair of high heels that Andrea had ever seen. They were black suede Dorsay pumps with very pretty pointed toes and at least a 5 ½" stiletto heel. Dorsay pumps have no sides and the heel box seemed quite narrow and tight. The toe box was very low cut and pointed like the toe of the shoe but what really set these heels off as special was a fine line of the tiniest rhinestones which ran from the tip of the pointed toe along the center of the toe area to the point of the low cut toe box. The line began again at the top of the back of the heel box, down along the seam of the shoe and continued down the back of the stiletto heel all the way to the heel tip. It meant that the wearer's toes and heels would sparkle from the rhinestones and it was so beautiful.

"Oh Sarah, they are so beautiful. I just love them but they are brand new and I am sure you should wear them before I do."

"No way Darling. I bought them for you after I found a delicious dress that you will love. Besides these heels are tight. Dorsays have such a tight heel box or you would never be able to keep them on and your feet are a little bit smaller than mine so they should fit you perfectly. Now you must try them on."

Andrea stepped out of her spectator pumps. Naturally being such high heels they fell over. Sarah giggled as Andrea gave a little "ouch" as her feet went flat on the carpet.

"You walk like a little duck without your high heels."

"Oh give me a break – you do too!! It's so hard to walk flat footed after being in heels this high all day."

"I don't think you'll be able to step into these heels. The backs are tight so that they don't slip."

Andrea sat on the footstool and took one of the beautiful suede pumps from Sarah. The suede was so soft and the rhinestones shone so brightly. The insides were like satin and the toe area was deeply padded. Andrea started to slip it on and discovered that she had to spread the tight backs so that her foot would settle into the shoe – it was quite snug on her heel but felt so marvelous. Her toes and pads felt the softness of these fabulous and obviously very expensive high heels. They simply fit perfectly.

Sarah interrupted,

"Wait – take it off. I think these would look best if you wore them on bare feet."

Andrea slipped it off and raised her skirt and slipped off her pantyhose. She again took the suede pump and slipped her bare toes into it – the satin lining felt so sexy and she could feel a very excited "something" stirring in her special panties. Sarah handed her the other and she slipped her bare toes into it and spread the backs so she could get her foot fully into it. As she sat on the ottoman she put her now high heeled feet side by side so she could teeter the heels slightly and get her feet into that special comfy position in her pumps. They felt so good. The toe area was very snug but so soft at the same time. She stood in them and Sarah almost gasped,

"They look so fabulous!! Look at that v in the toe area – I can see so much toe cleavage and with your high arches, the open sides of those Dorsays really accentuate those tiny pretty feet of yours. I hope you like them."

"I just love them Sarah – thank you." And she gave Sarah a huge hug and a kiss.

"These heels feel really high!! Are they 5 ½" heels like my new spectator pumps? My God, I am getting so many new heels today – I am so spoiled." And she giggled.

"Actually they are a bit higher than 5 ½". Are they too high?"

"Absolutely not as long as I walk nicely in them?"

Andrea walked back and forth in the living room and Sarah was really shocked. This young boy who was now such a pretty young woman was walking in ultra high Dorsay pumps like she had been born in them. Sarah was not even sure that she herself could have walked as naturally as Andrea was.

"God girl, you are so natural in heels. I am almost a bit jealous."

"Sarah I have you to thank. I love being a woman but when I have high heeled shoes on, I just feel like everything is so perfect. I am almost scared that I won't be able to keep this – that I might grow to bigger as I get older. I would rather die than to not be able to be a woman. Today was so perfect and I want so many more days like this. Actually I want to live this for the rest of my life."

"You must not worry – I have some ideas and plans and I think everything is going to be OK. Now, it's still early – shall we go swimming before we get dressed for the party?"

"Yummy – love to. I'll get undressed."

Andrea picked up her spectator pumps and walked upstairs to the bedroom to change. She stood these heels side-by-side on the dressing table and began to remove her skirt and blouse. The basque was difficult to take off but she wanted her breast forms for her bathing suit. God how she dreamt about having real breasts like Sarah's – they would be such fun to touch. Naked but for her special panties and new suede high heeled Dorsey pumps she walked to the bathroom to collect her suit. She loved the tightness of it around her waist and hips and after she inserted her breast forms, she fastened the collar behind her neck. She tried to kick off her Dorsay pumps but the tight backs gripped her heels too tightly so she sat and by gently holding each stiletto heel, she slipped them off. Again she felt like a duck trying to walk flat-footed to the discarded white patent pumps that she wore with her gleaming white bathing suit. She stood them up and easily stepped into the pumps and again those wonderful feelings returned. She laughed inside thinking how Sarah had told her that she would soon be able to step into high heels without holding on to anything and she had just done it without thinking. These white patent pumps were high but not so high as her new evening heels and they felt like slippers – she felt she could run in these heels if she had to. She picked up her new suede evening shoes and stood them beside her spectator pumps. Her feelings of happiness were almost overwhelming. She truly felt herself to be a woman and now she actually had two pairs of very high heeled shoes that she could say were her own. Life was good.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror and brushed out her hair. Taking a tissue she repaired her makeup from the tears that had smeared from her tears then she stood back lightly to assess her appearance. She really felt wonderful about herself. She truly did have a lovely figure with the aid of the special panties and breast forms. And she really did have nice long legs. She stared at her slim ankles and steep arches. Oh these heels she thought – how I love them! The white patent was so bright and shiny and these heels are so slim. She did not hear Sarah approach.

"Admiring how pretty you are"? She giggled

"Aren't you going to take a break from those heels? You have been in them all day and we'll be in them all evening. I am going to the pool barefoot."

"Oh please Sarah. I really don't want to. Is it OK if I leave mine on?"

"Whatever you like Darling. As long as it makes you happy."

As they walked to the pool with Sarah padding along barefoot, Andrea's steel tipped heels clicked on the pavement. Sarah listened as Andrea told her of all the wonderful feelings she had enjoyed this day as a woman. Sarah could tell that Andrea was truly happy. She had found a meaning and an identity that gave her real fulfillment.

The pool area was empty and they had to walk around the pool to get to the chaise lounges where they could recline and relax. Sarah placed Andrea between herself and the edge of the pool's deep end and was moving such that Andrea was very close to the edge. Andrea had to be careful where she stepped and suddenly Sarah gave her a little bump on her thigh. Andrea tried to save herself but the edge was too close. She fell into the pool.

She surfaced quickly,

"Sarah you pushed me in and my heels are all wet."

Sarah was laughing with such glee. She jumped into the water and swam with Andrea to the shallow end. To Andrea there was something terribly exciting about standing in the shallow end in wet high heeled shoes. Sarah approached and took her into her arms and kissed her.

To be continued

  

  

  

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