Pussy Footing

by Jennifer White

 

Elliott's heart raced, as he made final preparations for the night. He combed his short hair in the mirror, making sure he looked his best. Kathy would be over soon, and tonight he'd give her a surprise gift. He had always loved how women looked in sexy shoes. The little thin straps, the high heels, they all got him really excited. He had bought a really sexy pair for Kathy, and he would give them to her tonight. She'd put them on, and he'd get really aroused. They they'd make love for the first time. That was the plan.

He had always had a shoe fetish, but this was the first time had had acted on it. He found the nerve to go shopping at a boutique store (a little one, off the beaten path, so it would be less likely to be seen by anyone he knew). And there he found the perfect shoes for Kathy. He couldn't wait to see her in them. The salesman had insisted that they were very special, and that she would be very eager to wear them. So Elliott was very excited about tonight.

 

But when Kathy called to say she'd be a little late, it was his first indication that things weren't going to go smoothly for the night. In fact, when she did show in half an hour later, she wasn't even dressed up. She was just wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Yes, she was very sexy in *anything* she wore, but he had pictured her arriving in a skirt, so she could wear the shoes. Even he knew they'd look silly with jeans.

He tried to talk, but she was in a strange mood, seeming distant.

"I brought you a present" he said, handing over the box.

"I don't think that's appropriate" she said.

"Why not? We've been dating for months. Can't I give you something?"

"Look Elliott, I'm sorry, but this isn't working out for me."

"What's the matter?" he said.

"I don't know. This just isn't right. You're very nice and all, but I think its over. I wasn't going to come over at all, but I decided that I at least owed it to you to tell you in person, instead of on the phone. No, it's over. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is."

"You don't mean that!" said Elliott. "Don't quit on me yet."

"I've got to go" said Kathy, fighting back the tears. "I'm so sorry. You'll find someone else. You're a nice guy. But it just isn't working for me, and I can't go like this. I don't feel anything for you Elliott. I can't find it in myself to think of you as more than a friend. You can call me if you ever want to talk, but I've got to move on. I hope you can understand that."

Elliott just sat there, looking crushed. He hadn't seen this coming. He hadn't been able to read her at all. He thought everything was fine between them. He hadn't noticed even one of the little subtle hints she had been trying to give him for the past week.

"Good-bye Elliott" said Kathy, as she walked out the door.

* * *

 

For the next few weeks, Elliott was down in the dumps. He stayed home, drank beer, and watched TV. He didn't feel like going out. He didn't feel like hanging around with friends. He was crushed inside, being alone again. What had gone wrong? It would take him a long time to get over her.

For days, he left her present on the table, and he stared at the box. It was starting to get dusty, and he decided that he needed to do something about it. He picked up the box to put it away, and he thought of the shoes wrapped inside. He thought of the smell of them. And he started to feel aroused just at the thought.

Before he knew it, Elliott started unwrapping the gift, throwing the ribbon and the paper down to the floor. He was excited by the shoes, and wanted to see them, to touch them. He opened the box, and gently peeled back the tissue paper to reveal the shoes beneath.

He had paid a lot of money for the shoes. The salesman had promised that they would make his girlfriend look *really* sexy when she put them on.

"Trust me" he had said. "You won't believe how these make her look. She'll be so excited too, that she'll really get hot for you."

So he had shelled out the money. Now he looked at the shoes, and he was just in awe. They were so cute looking! With the fine little straps to hold the foot in place, the thin six inch heel, the way she shoe curved from front to back....they were magnificent. He felt *so* aroused, just from looking at them.

Elliott felt that he just *had* to touch them. He carefully ran his fingers over the shiny black leather, and felt an almost electric shock go through him. His level of arousal grew moment by moment as he handled the shoes.

He was overcome by a strange urge: to wear them. It was like they *wanted* to be on his feet. And he was almost overcome, wanting to slip them on. What harm could it do? He had always loved women's shoes. He had never thought of wearing them himself though. But it might be fun.

Elliott walked to the bedroom, and started to undress. He didn't want to wear those shoes with his slacks. That would be funny. And since he was so aroused, he figured that he'd use the shoes to get really excited, then pleasure himself.

Once he was down to just his boxers, he sat on the edge of the bed, and took one of the shoes out of the box. He held it in his trembling hand, and stared at it. Thoughts of the shoes just filled his mind. They were so cute, so sexy. He just had to put them on. It was like nothing else mattered at the moment.

He undid the ankle strap, and slid the shoe onto his foot. It didn't matter that he wore size 12 in a men's shoes, and these had been bought for Kathy's little feet. He would just put it on as best he could. He was surprised at how much give the leather straps had. He was able to actually get his foot all the way inside! And there was enough length in the ankle strap to wrap around his ankle, and get the little buckle into the last notch!

Now he picked up the left shoe, and put that one on too. He was wearing heels! He looked down at his feet in amazement. They shoes looked so hot, so sexy. They made his feet look sexy too. He could hardly believe that it was *his* feet that he was staring at.

Elliott laid on his back, and held his legs up in the air, just like he had hoped that Kathy would have done for him. He spread his legs wide open, and began pleasuring himself. He kept staring at the shoes, feeling more and more excited all the time. Not only did his feet look sexy in them, but they made his ankles look sexy too. And now that he looked, his calves looked sexy, because of the shoes.

He gently stroked himself as he looked up at his shoes. *His* shoes. They were *his*. Nobody else would ever get to wear these. He loved them too much. In the dim light of the room, he imagined seeing painted toenails on his feet, like Kathy's.

Elliott started stroking himself harder. He was really on the edge now. His eyes looked at his feet, comfortably wrapped up by the straps. He again admired now sexy the shoes make his calves look, and his legs. Somehow, they looked longer and smoother, because of the shoes. If only they were wrapped in a black miniskirt at the top. They would look exceptionally good. A skirt like that would draw attention from his narrow waist, down to his wider hips, and then to his legs. And that of course would draw attention to the shoes.

He couldn't believe that he hadn't reached orgasm yet. He was so pumped up! He tingled all over, like every nerve in his body was on edge! All because of these wonderful shoes. He brushed his long hair out of his face with his left hand. He looked at how his long hair cascaded down from his head, onto his shoulders, and to his chest where the gentle rise of his bosom started.

He marveled at how it started gradually, then picked up at a sharper angle as it neared the apex of his nipples. He traced the wide dark ring around his left nipple with his hand. His nipple itself was stiff and erect now, making him think of the heels of his shoes. Yes, somehow, his shoes even made his boobs seem sexier now.

Elliott's right hand felt the warmth of wetness. He was fully lubricated now, so he was able to move from his clitoris which he had been gently massaging, and slide gently into his vagina. He felt the wall, where the surface was like that of a walnut, until he found the G-spot. Just the right pressure there, just the right touch, a little more....a little more....and bang! A huge orgasm rolled over him, making him moan loudly.

"Ohhh!" he said in his sultry alto voice. "Ohhh! Mmmmmmm."

He was so excited now. He just couldn't stop. He grabbed the nipple on his breast, and pinched it hard. Then he moved his thumb onto his clitoris, as his index finger proved inside his warm wet vagina. The orgasms kept coming, one after the next.

And all Elliott could concentrate on was the shoes. He hardly noticed anything else. They made him feel so sexy, so hot! But there was this feeling of being *horny*, that was so different! It was like a fire that couldn't be quenched. All these orgasms weren't enough. He needed more.

But after so much stimulation, he was getting so tender between his legs. He had to pull his hand out. And just doing that sent another wave of orgasm sweeping through him from head to toe. He had to catch his breath now. He was exhausted.

 

Elliott finally got up, and stretched. He walked to the bathroom to wash his hands and his face. He looked in the mirror at his perfect naked body. His long auburn hair covered the side of his pretty face, and came down to just about his nipples on his large firm breasts. Looking down, through the gap between his boobs, he saw his long smooth legs, and the sexy shoes on his feet. They were so easy to walk in! He never want to take them off. They made him feel so wonderful.

He washed the long thin fingers on his hands, up to the thin narrow wrists. A bracelet would look so pretty there, he thought. And a few rings.

"I must get my nails done. Any my hair is such a mess" he said, shaking his head. In such a sorry state, he didn't deserve to wear those shoes. And what about an outfit? He had nothing to wear. He needed a skirt, like the one he had imagined shortly before.

He went back to the bedroom, and was dismayed that he couldn't find a bra. Or panties. Or anything pretty to wear. What was the matter? Where were all his pretty clothes? He would have to go shopping. That was the only answer.

 

But how could he go out without *something* to wear? He would have to improvise. To start with, there was no way that he was going to wear any shoes other than his new ones. So he couldn't wear anything that clashed too badly with them. He rummaged through the dresser and the closet.

He found a plain red T-shirt. That would do. He put it on, and laughed at how it came down to almost his knees. It was meant for someone much larger than he was. He took it and tied a knot in the back, pulling it up. When he had it all adjusted, it came down to just above his navel. It was way too loose, and didn't show off his boobs very well. But there wasn't anything tighter to wear. At least the red was dark enough that you wouldn't be able to see very well that he wasn't wearing a bra. He felt embarrassed about not having one.

Next, he went through the underwear drawer, tossing aside the boxers. There are the back, was one pair of briefs. He put them on, and laughed at all the room in the crotch. He wanted something that fit snugly to him, but there wasn't much choice. He'd need panties, right away.

So now he needed something to wear over the briefs. The pants hanging in the closet were all way too long and way too big. They wouldn't even stay up. He dug through the dresser, and found several pairs of athletic shorts.

Elliott suddenly had a great idea. He ran to the bathroom, and found a couple of safety pins. He used them to shorten the length of the shorts, then a few more on the seam running from front to back, so they wouldn't be so baggy.

He looked at the results in the mirror. He looked kind of silly, but that would do. He'd go get some proper clothes right away. He looked around for his purse, but couldn't find one! But there was a wallet on the dresser. He looked inside, and found lots of money and credit cards. It felt weird to put a wallet into the pocket of his shorts.

And worse yet, there was no makeup to be found at all! How could he go out in public like this? He was really upset now. He needed to get some clothes on, right away. But now there was a difficult decision. He could go to a specialty store to get his undies, then another for the clothes, and yet another for the makeup, purse, and accessories. But that would take too long, and way too many people would see him like this.

No, if he was to make it to the hair salon, he would need to do some shopping quick. So he had to settle for a department store, where they would have everything.

* * *

 

At the mall, Elliott made a bee line for the lingerie department. Even with his terrible clothes, he felt most uncomfortable about not having a bra on he decided. He had the lady measure him, and she announced that he was a 42 D. Elliott selected a couple of nice bras in that size, as well as a pack of sports bras for when he worked out later.

Then he bought some panties. He went into the changing room, and put them on. It felt so much better to have the support up top, and the comforting feeling of the straps pulling on his shoulders. And with the snugly fitting panties on in place of the stupid men's briefs, he felt much better.

Now it was on to the petite section for clothes. He looked around, but was dissatisfied. But across the aisle, was the juniors section. They had hotter styles, but they would still fit. He picked out a black Mudd skirt, just like he had imagined wearing. Then a cute little DKNY tank top. There. That was something he could wear proudly in public.

He longed to buy dozens of other outfits, but that would have to wait. Because now it was on to cosmetics to get at least some lipstick, mascara, and nail polish. After selecting the cutest little black La Regale handbag, he checked out. Wow, it sure added up quickly.

 

Elliott went into the ladies room to put on the makeup. He placed the makeup into his new handbag, along with the money and credit cards. He threw the useless empty wallet into the trash. He was disgusted when he found a condom in there. Ew! Why would he want to carry one of them around? Those were for men.

He looked at himself in the mirror, now in full makeup, dressed in a cute outfit. He looked so cute! His face was so pretty. His body was really sexy. And of course, his special shoes really completed the look, making him seem ultra-attractive.

He felt so feminine! So free! He was so glad to be a woman. If not for the constant nagging need for sex, he would have felt perfect. He headed out to the jewelry department to buy a cheap necklace, bracelet, and a little ring. Then he decided to hit the booth in the mall to get his ears pierced.

Emerging from there with a pair of diamond studs, he walked confidently down the mall to the beauty salon at the south end. He had called earlier for an appointment, so he was able to get in right away.

"So that will be a trim and highlights today?"

"Yes, and I'd like to get my nails done too."

"No problem. Have a seat. Missy will be right with you."

* * *

 

Hours later, Elliott emerged from the salon with perfect hair, and perfect nails. Now he felt complete. Now he felt comfortable being out in public. His hips swung as he walked, and his boobs bounced. Every man stared in his direction, wanting him.

Elliott felt overwhelmed now, by his need for sex. He had to find a man, right away. He eyed a young man, who appeared to be in his early twenties. Elliott licked his lips while staring at him. He smiled as the youth's pants stuck out, like someone had just erected a tent pole under them.

"Hi" said Elliott.

"Uh...um...hi" said the guy.

"So, what do you think about hooking up" he said.

"Yeah" said the guy.

Elliott had his around the guy's waist, and put his hand into his back pocket.

"Lets go" he said.

The guy's eyes were bugging out of his head. Hot chicks like this didn't just come up to you and ask for sex every day! He had to get her home as fast as he could!

 

Elliott lay on his back, with his legs spread wide open. He was naked, except that he had insisted on wearing his shoes. He didn't want to take them off. He closed his eyes and started moaning when the young man penetrated him, sliding deep inside his moist vagina.

"Ohhh! Yes!!!!" said Elliott, as the lad pumped harder and harder. As the avalanche of orgasms began, and the young man deep within him, Elliott felt *satisfied* for the first time that he could remember. He felt fulfilled. He felt feminine.

Every inch of him was woman. Every muscle, every hair, every thought, every emotion said the same thing: I am a woman. In his mind, the image of himself as a woman became clearer and clearer. His true self. A woman is who he was. Elliott was a woman, inside and out. *She* was female, through and through.

"Yes babe, do me!" she said, pulling him tight against her. She felt the warm splash as he came inside her, his last thrust causing some of it to drop out and onto his bed.

"Wow" said the guy.

Elliott giggled.

"You never told me your name" said the boy.

"I am...." she started to say, but then she was confused for a moment. Why was she about to say 'Elliott'? That was the name for a guy. She was a *woman*. Her mind flashed through a stack of names, and for some reason, one emerged.

"I am Janice" she said.

"Janice. I'm Tommy" he replied.

"It was nice to meet you Tommy" she said, sitting up. She went to the potty, and cleaned her self off. She put her clothes back on, and told Tommy to driver her back to the mall.

"Can I see you again Janice?" he asked.

"I'll call you some time" she replied, knowing that she never would. She wanted someone fresh. Someone new. Someone *now*.

* * *

 

That night, Janice returned home. She shook her head. The whole house was like a *man's* place. She would have to get to work on it right away. But she was exhausted, and needed to get some sleep.

She undressed, carefully laying out her clothes so they wouldn't get wrinkled in a pile on the floor. She put on one of the large T-shirts she found in a drawer as jammies. Then she reluctantly took off her shoes. Her feet were sore anyway, and it would seem silly to sleep in high heels.

She removed the shoes, and put them by the dresser. As she laid them down, she felt funny. Something was different. She had to think a moment about what it was. The urges. They were gone. She didn't feel the overwhelming need to make love anymore.

Just as a test, she picked up the shoes, and put them on again. Bang!! Like being hit by lightning, even before she could buckle the straps, Janice was swept over with an uncontrollable urge to make love. Now!

She laid on her back, but in doing so, the shoes fell off. She shuddered. The feeling was gone! Yes, sex would be nice, but it no longer was the primary force in her life. It scared her to think that somehow the shoes had an effect on her. They had *controlled* her, making her feel something she wouldn't have felt otherwise. And the feeling they caused, making her *want* to wear them so much?

What was it the salesman had said?

"These shoes are very special, and your girlfriend will be very eager to wear them."

Girlfriend? What had he meant? And what else had he said?

"They will make your girlfriend look *really* sexy when she puts them on. You won't believe how these make her look. She'll be so excited too, that she'll really get hot you."

Janice thought about it. The salesman had implied everything the shoes had done! From the moment she had seen them, Janice had really *wanted* to wear them. And they did make her look very sexy. And they did make her get really hot. The salesman had known all along what these shoes would do!

But what did he mean about her 'girlfriend'? Janice struggled to think back to shopping at the store. There was a vague memory. She *had* bought the shoes for a girlfriend....because she had been a guy.

Oh no. She had been a guy, and now she was a girl! Janice felt a shiver run through her, as the ghosts of old memories became available to her. She had been a guy! The shoes had transformed her, and now she was a woman. She was so upset. How could she have ever been a guy? That was completely disgusting! It was sickening. She wanted to cry.

* * *

 

In the cold light of morning, Janice woke up feeling terrible. She had nightmares all night long. Terrible, awful dreams. Dreams of becoming a man. It was sickening. The thought that she had ever *been* a guy make her want to throw up.

She looked over to the shoes. They had done this to her, transforming her, changing her. She picked them up, clutching them to her chest.

It was the awful spate of memories that bothered her. Thoughts of her being a man were beyond terrifying. She wanted nothing to do with those memories. How could she get rid of them? How could she be free again?

A smile crept across her face. If the shoes had really done all this too her, in just one day, then what would another day do? A week? A month?

Yes, it would be awful to be out of control, wanting to lie down for any man in sight. But what if another day in the shoes would help permanently erase those terrifying shadows of male memories? She had to try. She had to burn those false memories out, and become whole.

Janice put on her outfit, and lastly took her shoes in hand. She slipped her foot into the right one, and buckled the strap. Then she put the left one on. She stood up.

 

"What was I thinking about?" she said to herself. She had lost her train of thought. She was too busy thinking of what she had done with Tommy yesterday. She needed to find another young man who could satisfy her. Then she'd go shopping, and get some more clothes. And then she could find another man. Maybe she'd try someone older too, with more experience. If she made him come quickly enough, there might even be time for a third one.

Janice fixed her air, grabbed her purse, and headed back out to the mall. It was a busy day she had planned out, and it was time to get started, right away...

  

  

  

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