It All Started With Heels…

by Fox

  

It all started one late autumn when the leaves were falling from the trees and I was strolling happily down Centre street. A new store by the name of "Lilies" caught my eye and I gazed for a moment at the display case. It was a women's clothing store that sold a large variety of modern clothing judging from the display models. On display were prom dresses, corsets, tube dresses and my personal favourites, high heels. Feeling a little tense but curious, I looked around and quickly slipped into the store. Inside, I was relieved to find that the store was empty of any customers and a lady with blue eyes and brown hair dressed in an attractive red slip dress stood at the front of the store smiling.

"Hello Sir! Welcome to Lilies! I'm Lily. May I help you?" she said warmly. I of course immediately panicked seeing how I was a guy in a women's clothing shop but I quickly thought of an excuse.

"Umm err yes, umm well I'm here to buy a prom dress for my umm daughter. Yeah!" I immediately blurted out feeling like an idiot.

"We have a large selection, why don't you follow me to the back of the store." she said with a smile looking really happy.

As she stepped around the counter and more into view, I noticed she was wearing a pair of 4 inch classic red stiletto pumps that sounded nice against the hardwood floor. The red slip dress ended just above her knees and was completed with black lacy hose. She certainly didn't dress like any sales-lady I had ever seen but it suited her quite well in that she was quite… curvy. I decided to ask her a few questions to make it seem less strange.

"Soo had a busy day?" I asked.

She sighed as she winded around the racks of clothing in the tightly packed store.

"I'm afraid not, I haven't had many customers. I think I'm going to close the store after today. Maybe I should start a new business."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure it out." I said as I pushed my way through behind her. She stopped in front of a large rack of prom dresses and smiled pleasantly. You know in all honestly, I could almost think that she suspected something was off but she seemed eager to make a sale.

"Here's what you're looking for. I can bring out more in the back if you'd like to take a look?" she said as she waved her hand in front of the rack of dresses.

"Ohh…" I said suddenly realizing an opportunity. "That would be great…"

She nodded and quickly walked away from me heading into the back room in the store leaving me the opportunity to look around. I immediately found what I was looking for nearby on a wall rack. There were rows of high heeled pumps. Now in all honestly, no one knew about my secret obsession but there was just something about them that seemed incredibly sexy. I quickly looked over towards the back and around the store for anyone before quietly sliding towards them. Just as bent over to look at an impressive shiny white pair of heels, I noticed a black shoe box shoved off to the side away from the main display. It lacked a price tag on it so I opened it curiously. Inside there was a wonderfully shiny pair of 5 inch red stiletto pumps with a smooth looking red ankle strap. I couldn't resist so I took them out of the box and was surprised to find that they weren't made out of anything I would consider normal. They were very heavy and felt very metallic. It was at that point that I found the price tag and must have gawked somewhat when it read $10,000. I could never afford something with that price tag! Then suddenly I had a "bad" idea.

"Umm Lily?" I called out checking. No answer came from the back so I simply shoved the heels into my jacket. Okay yes, it was shoplifting but she was going to close the store soon anyhow right? And besides that was an insane price for a pair of heels.

Trying to act cool, I quickly made my way back to the rack where the prom dresses were and waited for her to come back out from the back. She eventually did with a pile of dresses in her hands.

"Sorry, I really need to clean up back there…" she said with a slight frown.

"Oh, that's okay. Err umm listen, I've changed my mind. I hope I wasn't too much of a bother?" I said hoping I didn't sound like my heart which must have been pounding like crazy.

"Oh really?" she sighed with a tone of disappointment. "Well, I guess that's okay…"

I nodded a bit nervously and turned around making my way through the racks of clothes and slipped out the door back onto the main street. All the while I way praying she didn't notice the slight bumps in my heavy autumn coat. She fortunately didn't and when I left a fair distance from the store I let out a sigh of relief and hurried home.

At home I quickly slipped off the coat and pulled out the two fabulous pair of heels and sat them down on the living room table to inspect them. They were an amazing shiny red and seemed to have been sculpted out of some type of metal. The only real difference from a regular pair of classic pumps was the red metal anklet ring. This one was more like the metal band you would see on a watch. I was surprised to find it was a continuous band with no obvious latch. How was I going to try these wonderful things on?

I tugged a little at the band and noticed that it stretched a bit as if the band was held together by elastics and then it struck me. The band was really just decorative, unlike a watch band which was really solid, this one had elastics inside the band that allowed it to stretch wider. So I pulled off my socks, stretched the band a little and pushed my right foot into one of the pumps. It wasn't quite like anything I had tried before being slippery inside like it was Teflon coated. I then slipped my left foot into the other pump and carefully stood up. I had tried four inch heels before but five would really be pushing it. It was then that I noticed that they were actually somewhat loose and I sighed realizing that I hadn't been careful enough to pick the right size.

I reached down to take them off by tugging the band loose when I suddenly noticed that it wasn't stretching anymore. Surprised, I sat down on my sofa and lifted one heeled foot up to check? The band was snugly around my ankle and the shoe wasn't coming off unless it loosened. I began to panic and pulled hard on the band and that's when I heard a snap and felt the pumps shrink suddenly and the band tighten even more. In fact they became a very tight pair of heels. I panicked and I tugged desperately at them but there was nothing I could do, they were stuck. I staggered in a panic to the garage which fortunately was attached to my house so no one could see me and whipped out my trusty diamond tipped hacksaw.

I was surprised that the band was no longer watch-like and was now a solid loop of metal instead of what I had seen before. Then it struck me, they had been a solid loop in the store and in my hurry, I hadn't noticed it! What had I gotten myself into!? I quickly placed the hacksaw blade along the band and tried to saw though it but unfortunately all I managed to do was blunt the saw! It was then that I knew I was in real trouble. A diamond tipped hacksaw should cut anything but it wouldn't even scratch these things? I tossed the saw aside and staggered on the heels in a daze back into my living room. I'd normally be enjoying the sensations but I was in shock. How would I explain this to friends, family and hell I needed to work tomorrow!

As I sat down to think, I started noticing that my feet were getting very sore. In fact, they weren't just sore they were aching a lot. These things were definitely not designed to be comfortable. After a while, I decided that I had to get out of these things but to do so I would have to return back to the store and admit what I had did. I sat in a daze staring at the things until the sun set and then put on a long raincoat and jacket and hoped that I wouldn't be spotted. It was also then that I cursed myself that I hadn't bothered to get myself a car. I stared out the window in a panic to see if the coast was clear and then "ran" out the door quickly.

The way to the store wasn't as easy as I thought. The heels seemed to make my feet purposely ache with each step and my balance was far from normal thanks to the extra 5 inches. I was able to dodge a couple of night joggers but right when I rounded the corner onto Centre street, I ran into a pair of women out for an evening jog. They gawked and recognized me as a guy despite my desperate attempts to hide under the raincoat and I nearly died of embarrassment when I heard them giggle and comment out loud "NICE HEELS!".

I eventually managed to reach "Lilies" though I'm sure by then I was a nervous wreck. As I looked up at the door, I was dismayed to find that it had already closed. I let out a cry of frustration and kicked the door lightly with my heels which by the way did more damage to the door than the shoes before crumpling to sit down by the front entrance. To my surprise, a light in the store sprung on and Lily the store owner came to the door and opened it. I stared up at her still in her lovely red slip dress.

"Hello! I'm afraid we're closed but I could make an exception I suppose if you're still looking for a prom dress?" she said cheerfully. I sighed and stood up lifting the raincoat up away from the ground and revealing the heels.

"Oh.. *giggle* I see you're having fun with those." she said teasingly. I was somewhat surprised that she wasn't angry but then again maybe she knew about the trouble I went though to get to her store.

"You hafta help me! They're stuck!" I whined sounding pathetic. She giggled away for a moment more but then stepped aside and invited me to come in. As I followed her in, grateful that I was away from the prying eyes of the public, I noticed that things had been shuffled around the store somewhat and it looked like she was in the middle of moving things around.

"Well umm Mr?" she said as she turned around to face me.

"Um Greg, call me Greg…" I said still blushing in deep embarrassment.

"Oh, alright Greg, well I have some bad news for you dear. You… borrowed some new special bondage shoes that I recently received as samples…" she explained. I thought for a moment that was a bit strange for a normal department store but who was I to argue.

"Umm… Okay, I guess you have the keys or something?"

"Well that's just it, there aren't any…How long have you been wearing them?"

"A couple of hours? Why?"

She clasped her hands together and giggled again before exclaiming. "Oh dear!"

"Why? What's wrong!?" I said looking worried.

"Didn't read the warning label in the bottom of the box did you?" she said as she rolled her eyes up and thought about something.

"You don't mean they're…!?" I said in somewhat of a panic.

She smiled and seemed to be debating about something and then finally decided to say something after a long pause.

"Well, I think there's something I could do to help you Greg…" she said as she walked towards the back storage room, "Could you come with me for a second?" I didn't really see much choice in the matter since I was desperate and she did seem sincere about helping. I followed her into the back storage room without much thought.

As I entered the storage room behind her, I noticed a strange looking metal chair with black padded seats sitting in the middle of room amongst the boxes of clothing stacked around. She stepped over by the chair and offered a seat. Thinking that this would help me, I quickly sat down on the chair.

"Oh, Greg… I have some bad news for you dear…" she said sounding more serious as she pressed a button behind the seat. I heard a snapping sounds as I suddenly found my arms cuffed to the chair's armrests and my legs cuffed to the chair legs.

"What the!?" I exclaimed out loud! But before I knew it, she had a piece a duct tape over my mouth.

"You see those heels aren't suppose to be worn that long or they're permanent…" she said softly with a gentle smile. I pulled on the cuffs desperately and tried to say something as she walked away to get another box but it was somewhat helpless. At this point it occurred to me she wasn't helping me! Or so I thought?

"I'm afraid you'll just have to live with them, but you did shoplift and I'm suppose to return those samples which are worth a lot. *sigh* But I have a great idea Greg. Why don't you oh try the rest of the set and work for me? I'd offset the cost of these samples with my advertising costs with you as an example?" she said surprisingly calmly as she started getting items of a box.

My eyes widened in horror when I saw what they were. She pulled out what looked like a one piece women's swimsuit only it was missing the two straps that would normally hold it up on the wearer and it seemed to be inlaid with large breast forms. She also pulled out what looked like a hollow dildo and a shiny red collar that I assumed went around one's neck. All the items looked amazingly like the red metal material that my heels were made of only the swimsuit was amazingly bendable like it was fabric.

I struggled in a wild panic when she came closer with her innocent looking smile and a pair of scissors…

"Oh, stop struggling dear, you'll look cute and you'll attract customers!" she said warmly as she started to cut away at my clothes. I kept struggling but thought for a second… Attract Customers?

She must have noticed the look on my face and stopped cutting for a second to say, "I forgot to mention, I'm changing my business to Lilies Sex Stop…". At that point I knew I was really in trouble and started struggling like crazy. Unfortunately, it was useless and she eventually had me naked. She pressed another button which reclined the seat much like a dentist's chair and I was suddenly lying on my back staring it the roof.

Satisfied that I was ready, she started on what I feared most… The dildo… She playfully moved the thing between my legs and pressed it home causing me to give a muffled scream into the tape. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as I had thought as I arced my back on the restraints and rolled my eyes up at the sensations. It seemed to have the same slippery Teflon coating as the inside of my heels and wiggled as it sat deep inside me. I was soon moaning softly on the chair so aroused that I didn't notice she had uncuffed my legs and had slid the swimsuit up part way. By the time I noticed she had already re-cuffed my legs and was pulling the swimsuit up towards my body. It had a slippery feeling like everything else and I was surprised when she finally pulled it in place that it held there much like a tube top.

"And the finishing touch dear…" she said with another warm smile as she snapped the red collar around my neck and stood back peeling the tape off my mouth. I was about to say something when she switched off the light and left me in the dark. I was shocked for a moment so for a while I didn't say anything as I heard her shut the door and walk around outside in her heels.

"Umm Lily?" I called out in the darkness as I pulled on the cuffs. Then it hit me. I felt a tightening sensation across my stomach, back and my breasts started to really itch. At the same time I felt my shaft and balls being sorely tugged between my legs and the dildo seem to swell and sink in deeper. The only thing that felt the same were my poor feet which were still aching in the heels despite laying down. I'm not sure how much time passed but eventually the cuffs mysteriously popped loose. I stumbled around in the dark falling over boxes of clothes until I found the doorknob and slipped back into the store where Lily was sitting on a box busy polishing her nails. I noticed she had placed a full length mirror in front of the door I had come out of.

I stared in shock as I saw myself dressed in a pair of 5 inch stiletto pumps and in a one piece women's swimsuit thou without the two top straps. I had a huge pair of breasts. Even worse the sensations weren't an illusion. The suit was like a corset and I had a much slimmer waist. Somehow the bulge between my legs was missing or at least very well hidden and there was an aching sensation in my rear end! Everthing had also changed into hard shiny red metal so I knew I was stuck in this like my heels.

She looked up at me and smiled… "Aren't you cute!" I panicked and I ran towards the front of the door before I collapsed from an electrical shock I received from the collar, followed by a throbbing sensation in my ass and a wonderful stroking sensation to my shaft where ever it was now. I lay on the floor stunned for a long time before she walked over by me and held up a little red remote with three dials.

"A little insurance dear that you'll sign this? *giggle*" as she held up a long document in the other hand.

I have to admit in the weeks that followed things went really badly for me. As punishment for shoplifting she made me stand outside the store dressed as I was to attract customers. She also forgot to mention that the bottom part of the swimsuit wasn't actually solid with the rest of it. It was more like a separate panty piece. She claimed to accidentally press the release on the remote when my boss saw me "advertising" in front of the store and all I heard was a clunk as the panty hit the ground and my boss sort of freaked. Needless to say he fired me. I also discovered why the dildo was hollow as well. It didn't need to be removed and also ensured I didn't ditch the panties because otherwise it would go nuts.

My neighbours found out rather quickly as she didn't want me to hide under any other clothing. And yes, it was really permanent for me thou as strange as it sounds her store became a success and soon I wasn't the only one stuck in this predicament. Over time we got to know each other better and I discovered she wasn't as crazy as she seemed. I hafta admit thou maybe she was right. The local newspaper had the words "CUTE" plastered over my picture that was taken at our wedding.

  

  

  

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