Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

Part 17

 

Sarah stood by the window and watched her sister walk towards the downtown area in her new dress and those incredibly high heeled sandals. She marveled at how easily Andrea walked in her heels. She herself loved to walk in her own 5" heels but she had tried these and they were simply to high for walking any distance – especially considering their lack of support with the narrow toe strap and the tiny little sling-back. But clearly Andrea loved her heels and she was far better at walking in them than anyone Sarah had ever known.

She decided to surprise Andrea and dialled a number on her phone.

Andrea was startled when her clutch handbag began to ring. She opened her purse to find among some money, a lipstick and some tissue, a tiny cell-phone. She opened it and answered,

"Hello?"

"Hello Miss Robinson. Are you enjoying your new dress and heels?"

"Sarah? Oh you are so wonderful – this is such a great surprise. You spoil me so badly but I love you!"

"I love you too Sis. Now you have fun and if your feet get sore just press recall 1 to dial home and I will come and get you in the car."

"Oh thank you so much. This is wonderful. I wish I could tell you just how happy I am – thanks to you. My feet will be fine though – I just love my new heels."

"OK Sweetie, have fun. Bye bye."

"Bye Sarah."

Andrea realized that she had been standing with her feet pressed closely together as she had been talking to Sarah. She remembered she had seen an actress on TV standing that way while wearing high heels and she thought how pretty it looked. She thought to herself that she must subconsciously do these things because of how much she loved her high heels and how it was proper to show them off.

The day was so perfect. Sunny and warm and yet not to hot and the breeze felt so wonderfully refreshing on her bare legs and toes. She was so overwhelmed with deep feelings of happiness and contentment as a woman. She began to wonder if she would have been so happy had she been born female and she concluded that she would not. Having spent almost 14 years as a very unhappy young boy, she truly appreciated everything new in her life and everything about living as a female.

Although Andrea was not aware of it, all those around her from drivers to other pedestrians could see the joy in this beautiful young woman. All the men and the women as well thought how beautiful she was and while a few of the women were envious, none could deny how obviously happy this person was and how refreshing she looked. A few of the women marvelled at the incredible height of her heels and how easily she seemed to walk in them. There were even a few that were very pleased about the return of stiletto heels to mainstream fashions and wished that they could wear heels as pretty as this young lady.

Andrea was truly enjoying these new sandals. Whenever she was walking in her high heels, she was aware of them – how she stepped, avoiding sidewalk cracks, the sound of her stiletto tips – it was not something that required concentration; it was more just being aware of the joy of being so high on tiptoe. But these were so different than the pumps she had worn up to now. Pumps had cradled her foot so nicely and while she really adored the pointy toes of her pumps, she also loved the airy open toes of these sandals. Pumps held the back of her foot so wonderfully atop the high stilettos but these with their tiny sling-back strap were so much more "teetery" – it was the only word she could think of. With each step she could feel the strap tighten slightly as it drew the heel of her sandal up to meet her foot. She wondered if they slipped down to become mules like her marabou bedroom slippers if these high heeled sandals might be too precarious. She would not have long to wait to find out.

While she had walked downtown before in high heels, she had never before noticed that the last block before the mall was slightly downhill. But she had yet to walk to the mall in heels this high before. Suddenly due to the slight slope of the sidewalk, her heels felt terribly high – much like when she had tried to wear Sarah's full 6" heels. While she was somewhat surprised, she was also having a lot of fun – she was truly enjoying this challenge. She had to take very tiny steps and she also allowed her heels to tilt inwards slightly to lower the effect of the thin stilettos. But the slope pushing her arches so forward and the slight tilt of her heels caused both sling-back straps to slip down off the back of her foot. Inwardly she felt such glee due to the tension of being in a precarious position in high heels but she loved it and before long she was on level sidewalks in front of the large mirrored entrance to the mall.

She suddenly felt almost embarrassed. She could clearly see herself in the large plate glass mirror walls of the mall and she could not seem to stop looking. She was overwhelmed with how nice she looked. She prayed that no one could see through her sunglasses and realize that this young girl was fighting her own narcissism. Her legs looked so long and shapely and her feet looked so tiny in these ultra high-heeled sandals – oh and the heels – these heels had to be the thinnest stilettos that she had ever seen. She stopped by a bench to rest her hand upon it in order that she could raise her heels behind her and using only her index finger, she slipped the tiny sling-back straps back up onto her foot. She could feel it stirring in her special panties and was so thankful that they hid that item. She was startled by a lady's voice,

"I just love your shoes. You must tell me where you bought them."

Andrea turned to see a very pretty young woman standing behind her. She was wearing a lovely blue sundress and Andrea immediately noticed that the lady was also wearing a pair of pretty black leather high-heeled pumps. They were the latest style with the very long pointed toes and about a 4" stiletto heel.

Andrea smiled broadly and said,

"Oh hi. I honestly wish I could tell you. They were a gift from my sister. I just returned home today from University and she surprised me with both the dress and the new heels."

"Oh darn, I would love a pair. Those heels are to die for - they must be 5" high. I am so glad that stilettos are back in style."

"Me too. And actually they are almost 6" heels but I love yours too. My name is Andrea Robinson."

Andrea extended her hand and the lady took it in hers.

"Hi Andrea. I'm Sandy Howell. It's so nice to meet you."

"Thank you Sandy, it's nice to meet you too."

"Andrea, I promised to take my daughter to the park before the mall opens. Would you like to join us and enjoy the sun before shopping?"

"Thank you Sandy. That would be really nice. I have to visit one shop in the mall but I guess they don't open until 10:00 so I would love to go to the park."

Across from the city center mall was a lovely park with walkways, bike paths and gardens. The two women with a little girl in tow walked along the paved pathways chatting about fashions and the weather. They found a bench near the pathway and sat when the Sandy's daughter came over and sat in the grass in front of the two women. They had taken a few steps through the grass in order to get to the bench and despite having tried to stay on her tiptoes, Andrea's heels had a little dirt on the slim heel tips. She reached into her bag for a Kleenex to wipe them clean. The little girl was just staring at her shoes when she said,

"You wear pretty high heels like my mummy. Sometimes Mummy lets me play dress-up in her high heels. I really like to wear them."

Andrea answered,

 

"Your daughter is precious. How old are you honey?"

"I'm 9. Soon I will be old enough for my own high heels."

Sandy offered,

 

"She is nagging me so much about high heels. How old were you when you started wearing them? I was in College."

"Well I was allowed my first really high heels when I was 13. I have been wearing them ever since. Sandy, would it be all right if I let your daughter try mine on?

The little girls eyes just blossomed with excitement.

"Well I suppose it would be ok. But stay out of the grass so you don't ruin them."

Andrea reached down and slipped both sling-backs down and slipped her high heels off. Holding them by their high heels, she held them out to the little girl who was rapidly kicking off her sneakers and socks. She said as she took Andrea's heels,

"Mummy's heels aren't this high and they're a bit too big so they're hard to keep on."

She immediately went to the paved walkway and holding a lamp pole she put her feet into Andrea's heels and slipped the sling-backs up onto her foot. They fit her almost perfectly. Sandy said,

"My god you have little feet Andrea. Those fit her so well."

The little girl took a few careful steps but both Andrea and Sandy were amazed. She obviously could not walk like Andrea but she did very well in such incredibly high heels – and more importantly, it was very clear that she was really happy in these stilettos. She squealed,

"Oh Mummy – I love these high heels. They fit me good and they feel really nice. I walk good in them."

"Yes you do honey, now give Andrea her shoes back. Someday you will have some like that."

It was clear that the little girl was having such fun. She walked around a bit more and then slipped off the gorgeous stilettos and handed them back to Andrea. Somewhat saddened she said,

"Thank you Miss. I really liked wearing your high heels. You are really lucky."

"I am so glad you liked wearing them. Maybe I will see you here another time and you can try them on again."

"I would really like that."

Andrea put her high heels back on and said,

"Sandy, I really enjoyed meeting you and your sweet little girl. I must go and meet someone at the Mall now. I hope to see you both again sometime.

"Thank you Andrea. It was wonderful to meet you too. I do hope we meet again."

Both Sandy and her daughter watched as Andrea clicked away on her ultra high stilettos. The little girl was so envious. Unconsciously she watched, as she stood as high on tiptoe as she possibly could.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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