Andrea's Beginnings

by Candy Heels

Part 16

 

The week was an eternity and a kind of deep hell for Andy. Each and every day of the last week of school Sarah had worn and especially pretty dress to class and with each she had also worn another pair of delicious matching high heeled shoes, none of which she has seen in Sarah's collection before. Andy was literally dying to try on every outfit. It was especially painful because she had left his precious spectator pumps with their ultra high heels standing beside her desk – so near to him and yet so far from his grasp.

The pain became so extra excruciating on the last day of school, that Friday. For some reason, Sarah was late coming to class and as they waited and he was staring as his abandoned heels, he overheard two of his female classmates talking about those pumps. Clearly one girl just thought that Sarah's taste in high stilettos was so delicious while the other was suggesting that high heels were just another male trick to subordinate the modern woman. He finally heard that one say to her,

"Well if you think those heels aren't murder on your feet, why don't you just try them on before the teacher gets here?"

The prettier girl who had made the nice comments replied,

"Well I don't think they would fit me. Her feet are so small but you know what? I think I'll try."

Andy was so upset. It was okay for his sister to wear his heels. But now a stranger was going to try them on. His mind was racing – what if she were to break one of the delicate heels. But before he could do anything, she had removed her sandals and was trying to put her bare foot into his precious pump. Thank God it seemed too small for her but she was struggling with it when Sarah entered.

"May I ask what you are doing with my high heels?"

The girl was visibly shaken and Andy was so relieved that Sarah had put an end to this before she damaged his precious pumps.

"I am so sorry. It's just that I love your shoes so much and I wanted to see what it was like to wear high heels."

Sarah responded a little sternly but with a hint of forgiveness in her voice,

"It's alright but those heels are far too high to try as a start in stilettos. It also seems that my size is a bit too small for you anyway."

Andy almost laughed aloud when Sarah added,

"Besides, a 5 ½" stiletto heel is a bit high for a teenager at 13 years of age. I suggest you try a 3" heel to begin with and then of you like them still, you can work your way up to higher heels when you are older."

That last day went so slowly. All he could think was of the many things that might go wrong and spoil the upcoming summer that was to be dreams come true. At the end of the day, Sarah wished all her class a wonderful summer holiday and smiled so nicely at him. She picked up his pumps by their high heels and walked to her car carrying what he dreamed of wearing the next day.

When Andy was having dinner with his mother, she told him that she had packed his clothing and that she expected him to conclude this study camp with hard work and far better marks that those which his teacher had told her about. He almost gasped having forgotten that it would have been so obvious had he left without a supply of his clothing and he was so thankful that it was still her impression that his schoolwork was substandard – in fact he had achieved among the best marks in Sarah's class. He only need make it to morning and all would be well.

Despite feeling that he had not slept, he awoke with a start about 7:30am. He rushed his shower and dressed as quickly as he could. His mother was already awake and she offered to drive him to the bus station. Andy thanked her, grabbed his suitcase and said he would rather walk if that were all right. Since she had not dressed as yet, she thanked him for offering to walk, wished him the very best in study camp, told him to be careful and that she loved him. Within minutes he was gone.

He almost ran to Sarah's house. When she opened the door he was flushed and breathing hard. She hugged him, held him tight and said,

"I was so worried for you that something might go wrong. Are you excited about changing and leaving Andy behind for awhile?"

"Oh Sarah, this week has been so hard for me. I can't wait to become myself again."

He saw his discarded 5 ½" stiletto spectator pumps on the floor. He ripped off his sneakers and sox, stood them up on their high rapier heels and stepped his bare feet into his pumps with expertise that most women do not possess. He pirouetted around on the tile floors and listened to the wonderful click of his heels. He was Andrea again – at least a start, and she felt wonderful.

Sarah laughed,

"I knew you would need to get your high heels on right away Sis, but I have a present for you so why don't you go do your hair and make-up. I think you might just need a day out today."

She took his suitcase and deposited it in her front hall closet along with his sneakers and sox.

"I don't think you'll be needing any of that this summer, Darling."

Sarah watched as Andrea walked through the hallway and went upstairs. Even Sarah marveled at her unbelievable ease of walking in heels so incredibly high – she felt a pang of envy but she loved her sister and was so happy that Andrea was so good at walking in something that she loved so dearly.

Andrea stripped naked save for her high heels. She first wanted her shape back so she kicked off her heels only long enough to put on her special panties. She then stepped back into her lovely heels and put on her bra and inserted her breast forms. She was beginning to feel alive again. She sat at her makeup table, put some mouse in her hair, added some rollers and then began to do her eye make-up. Soon she was ready for some lipstick and she was ready to brush out her hair. The picture in the mirror brought her such happiness. She was that young woman again. She grabbed a short silk robe from the door and went downstairs to see Sarah.

"I feel wonderful again Sarah. What shall we do today?"

"You look positively gorgeous. You really learned well how to do your hair and make-up but wait a minute. As I said I have a gift for you. Wait here."

Andrea just strolled around the kitchen enjoying the strain in her arches from the magnificent heels. The narrow pointed toes squeezed her toes so lovingly and the heels clicked so nicely on the tiles.

Sarah appeared with a gorgeous white summer dress in soft chiffon. It had a high neckline and a low back with a very full and flowing skirt. The dress's material had some soft and almost imperceptible mauve waves running through it. She had also brought a pretty lacey half-slip.

"Oh Sarah, it's lovely. Did you buy that for me?"

"Yes I did – I thought it was so perfect for you to go shopping and I even got you some nail polish to match."

Sarah hung the lovely dress on the door so Andrea could admire it and she sat at the kitchen table to do Andrea's nails. As she began to apply the acrylic nails and paint them in a soft translucent mauve color, Andrea said,

"I think my white patent 5" stiletto pumps will be perfect with that dress."

And Sarah just smiled. When she was done with her fingernails, Sarah said,

"Kick off your high heels. I have to do your toenails now."

Andrea looked questioningly but she complied. Her high heels with their tall rapier stilettos fell over but Andrea lovingly stood them back up where she could see them. Sarah put cotton balls between all her toes and then painted each nail in that soft feminine color.

"While your toenails dry why don't you put on your slip and your dress? I have something I have to get."

Andrea put on the slip first and realized that it was a lacey full crinoline designed to keep the skirt of her dress billowing. She put on the dress and while the short zipper in the back was difficult to do up alone she managed to get it. The dress fit very tightly in the bodice and waistline but the skirt with the aid of the crinoline slip was full and flowing. It hung to about 3" above her knees. She went to the front hall to look at herself in the mirror. She extended right up onto tiptoe to give the impression she had high heels on even though she still had cotton balls between each toe. She laughed at herself that she had done this. It seemed she just could not appreciate anything of herself unless her heels were high in the air.

Sarah appeared wearing a wry smile and with her hands behind her back and Andrea looked questioningly at her.

"Your nails should be dry and you can remove the cotton balls. I guess you could wear your white patent pumps but you might like to wear these more."

And with that from behind her back, she produced the prettiest stiletto heeled sandals that Andrea could imagine. They had a wafer thin sole. Over the toes was a single gleaming white patent strap and attached was a pretty mauve bow that matched the hint of mauve in her dress. The tiny sling back strap was so slim and also white patent and the stiletto heels were also white patent and so unbelievably thin with the tiniest steel tip on the stiletto. They seemed to be even higher than her wonderful 5 ½" pumps. Andrea squealed with glee,

"Oh Sarah, they are so pretty. I can't say how grateful I am. But this is too much. You should be wearing this dress and these heels."

"No way Sis. I bought them for you and besides; these heels are way to high for me. I love my 5" heels but you seem to love them even higher. Here look."

She took one of the sandals and out it back to back with Andrea's high spectator heels. The heel of the sandal was slightly higher than the pump and even thinner so it seemed to be endless.

"Oh thank you Sarah. I just love them. I have to try them on – should I get stockings or do you think they would look prettier with bare feet?"

"Oh I think bare feet look so much prettier with high heeled sandals. Yes please try them on."

Andrea sat and took all the cotton from her toes. She sat to put on each sandal. The strap over the toe was perfect – just snug but not tight and the delicate little sling back straps just rose easily from below her ankles to extend around the back of her foot. Her lovely pretty toes with their matching color showed so pretty in the open toes of the high heels.

Andrea stood and squealed with happiness,

"Oh God these heels feel so high and so teetery. I just love them. Do I walk nicely in them?"

Sarah just marveled at how easily Andrea could walk so well in heels so high. He arches were at least vertical if not slightly past and yet she walked with such grace and beauty. She was so happy that her little sister was enjoying her new outfit and her new life.

"Oh Sarah, I so want to go out and show off my new dress and especially my new heels. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go shopping?"

"No Sis, this is your day and I need to rest. We'll dress up for church tomorrow but why don't you go out and enjoy. Besides, you have to go to the Mall and tell Bill that you have a new job and that you cannot work in sales for him anymore. It would be the courteous thing to do today."

"Yes I had almost forgotten how much I owe him for helping me – and for those gorgeous pumps. I'll go there now. Are you sure you don't want to go out?"

"Positive, now get going and have fun. I love you."

"Oh Sarah, I love you too. Thank you."

The two girls hugged one another so lovingly then Sarah gave Andrea a pretty mauve clutch bag and some very fashionable sunglasses to wear.

"That way you can check out the cute guys looking at you and they can't tell if you look back."

They both laughed.

As she walked into the downtown area, Andrea felt so pretty. The sun was shining and the soft breeze felt so nice on her bare legs. But walking on these extra tall heels, listening to them click with each step, feeling that wonderful strain of being so high on tiptoe – she was beyond happiness. She wondered what Bill might say when he saw her.

To be continued

  

  

  

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