Andrea's Beginnings

by Candy Heels

Part 12

  

Standing in her white patent high heeled pumps in the warm water felt so wonderful. Sarah held her tight and kissed her deeply. Andrea felt so feminine and her special panties were now extremely tight on her special clit.

Sarah took her hand and led her up the steps,

"Now my darling sister you have to take those heels off and let them dry. You will be in high heels all evening and those pretty feet of yours have to have a break."

"Is that why you pushed me into the pool? So I would take my heels off for a while? Won't getting them wet ruin them now?"

"Oh heaven's no! Getting heels wet is kind of fun. Didn't you like it?"

"Well it did feel really sexy and I loved the kiss" and Andrea blushed.

"Well it won't hurt them if you let them dry and I loved the kiss too. We must do that some more. And yes you have to spend some time out of your heels. There will be a lot of walking, standing and dancing tonight and I don't want your feet bruised or sore. They will get sore enough wearing those especially high ones tonight. And if you wear those white pumps wet they will stretch and won't fit right later."

Andrea lay on one of the chaise lounges and slipped her bare feet out of the gleaming and very wet white patent stiletto pumps. She picked them up and emptied the water from them, dried them with her towel as much as possible and set them on the adjacent table to admire them. She did not know why but she hated being barefoot.

"Sarah, I hate not having heels on. I don't feel right."

"Oh for heaven's sake, you cannot be in high heels all day everyday. You will be fine now just enjoy the sun and maybe rest a little. We have a few hours before we have to get ready for the party."

The sun was warm and she was very comfortable and soon Andrea was dreaming. But it was more a nightmare than a dream. She was at Sarah's home but she was there again as a scruffy young man. All of the pretty girls from school that she admired were there and Sarah was teaching them to wear high heels. Seemingly not one of them was enjoying the experience and none of them were very good at walking in high heels. They were teetering all over the place and many were saying how ridiculous high heels were and that women should not be forced to wear anything so uncomfortable. Sarah was trying to be so encouraging but she was clearly failing. Andrea was feeling such pain. These girls were so fortunate to have been born female and she knew that was something she would never be – and it was something she wanted more than anything.

"What is wrong?" Sarah awakened her with a gentle shake.

"You were crying in your sleep."

"Oh Sarah I had a horrible nightmare about being a boy again and not being able to be feminine. It was horrible."

"You must not worry. Those feelings are scary but you are a girl now and you should be happy and enjoy. Things will work out for you – I just know it – even if you do wreck your feet wearing high heels all the time." And they both laughed. Andrea felt better.

"Well I guess we had better go and start getting ready."

Andrea set the white patent pumps on the ground and was about to step into them when Sarah chastised her,

"You can't wear those yet – they are still soaking wet and they will stretch. Then neither of us will be able to wear them."

"Oh darn."

Andrea picked them up and put both stiletto heels into the palm of her right hand. She would rather wear them but she loved carrying them by their long thin heels. She watched Sarah walk and realized that while they both looked slim in their lovely bathing suits, the nice shape of their legs and bums was not the same without high heels. She began again to have those feelings – she loved being a woman but at these painful times, she realized that she was acting. What could it be about putting on high heeled shoes that changed the way she felt about herself? All she knew is that they changed her – not only her look but also how she felt deep inside – when she had heels on she truly was a woman – deep in her heart.

"You shower first and then I will fix your hair and makeup."

Andrea bolted from her thoughts,

"OK I will be quick."

She washed and dried very quickly. The sooner she was done, the sooner she could at least put on her slippers. As soon as she exited the shower she dried her feet so that she could step into her 5" stiletto heeled slippers. She then put on her special panties so that "it" was not in her mind. It felt nice but it spoiled her feelings about herself. She wrapped her hair in a towel and put on a short pink satin robe and walked to the dressing table where Sarah was waiting.

Sarah put her hair in large rollers and began to do her makeup. Andrea watched closely,

"I should learn to do my own makeup."

"Actually that is a good idea."

They talked about makeup and methods as Andrea worked slowly and carefully. She made a few mistakes but Sarah just helped her and pointed out the differences between makeup that was appropriate for days at work and the makeup that was more fitting for formal evening events such as the one they were about to attend. When she was finished Andrea was really pleased. Her eyes were highlighted with shadow and eyeliner and they looked so sexy. Sarah began to blow and style her hair.

"You are so lucky having such thick and healthy hair. It looks so pretty in this Meg Ryan style but I think you should let it grow really long."

"Oh I would love to have long hair – I think I will."

"Just one finishing touch and then I can get ready."

Sarah got up and went to her bedroom and returned with some gorgeous chandelier style diamond earrings.

"I don't have many clip on earrings but these will look so sexy until we get your ears pierced."

Andrea clipped them on and looked in the mirror – she was overwhelmed – even she had to admit to herself that she was really lovely.

"Now take your pill and I will start to get ready while you dress."

Andrea had no idea what the pill was that Sarah had been giving her daily but she knew that it must be good for her or Sarah would not be giving them to her.

"You know I think I am going to start hating my little sister soon." And she laughed out loud.

"But why Sarah? I love you and I am so grateful for you helping me into this life."

"Well for one thing, you are prettier than I am but mostly because I want your legs. Just look at them and those ankles of yours."

Sarah extended her leg so that it was beside Andrea's. Andrea realized that they both had tiny feet but that she had slimmer ankles than Sarah's and a higher arch to her foot.

"Well I think you are prettier than me and I am so grateful for everything that you have done and are doing for me. I am so happy like this."

Sarah laughed and said, "I love you too. I am so happy to do this and it is wonderful having a sister. Now go get into your dress and let me get ready or we'll be late."

Andrea went to her room and found the most gorgeous black dress on the bed. It had a long black skirt portion and the bodice was high neck. All through the top the dress was beaded with rhinestones to match her new high heels.

She put on the black strapless bra and inserted her breast forms. She had to kick off her high heeled slippers to step into the dress. Thank God her special panties gave her a nice behind and a perfectly flat tummy because the dress was very tight in the bum. The high neckline fastened behind her neck and had almost like a turtleneck look. The bodice was tight and her bust line was very pretty. The long skirt hung to her ankles and would have been very tight but Andrea realized that with each step there was a slit to he thigh that would show almost all of her right leg. It was gorgeous and she felt so beautiful – it was almost complete.

She went to her bedside table where her new high heels stood. God she thought how wonderful they are. She sat on the bed and took each one and put them on her bare feet. The deep point in the toe box showed so much pretty toe cleavage. The soft satin lining felt so good on her bare toes. The tight dorsay backs gripped the back of her foot so nicely but so softly. And the extra high thin stiletto heels held her arches so steeply and so nicely.

She stood and walked to the full-length mirror. She was stunned by how she looked – like the fashion models she had watched so intently so many times on television except for the fact that she was wearing far higher heels that she had ever seen them wear – and she looked natural in them. She turned so that she could see herself from behind – the rhinestone line up the back of her heels looked so beautiful – it began to stir again in her panties. How could one young male be this happy she thought? I want this life.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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