Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

Part 14

  

They all just laughed at Mr. Williams expense but he was so totally gracious about it and said with a large smile,

"So what do you young ladies do?"

Sarah spoke and Andrea was grateful that she did,

"Well, I teach high school and my sister Andrea is studying Business and Marketing in University. She is visiting me each weekend and travels back to school during the week. She plans to spend the summer here in town if she is able to find suitable summer employment."

This caught Andrea completely off guard. She wondered what Sarah had in mind and she really hoped that the shock she felt was not as obvious as she thought.

Mrs. Williams broke the tension,

"I have to visit the lady's room – join me?"

Sarah answered again,"Good idea."

The three ladies headed for the lady's room and Mr. Williams said,

"I will wait here. Would you girls like some wine?"

Mrs. Williams said,

"That would be wonderful Frank. Grab us a nice place to sit and we will be right back."

The three entered the lady's room and Mrs. Williams immediately stepped out of her gold high heeled shoes and said,

"I just need a little break. I love being back in high heels but I have been in these all day. I was breaking them in again this morning when Frank found me wearing just a nightie and these heels. He was just like a kid again. I honestly don't know why I ever stopped wearing stiletto heeled shoes other than for the change in fashions but Frank used to love the fact that I wore high heels. He made love to me like a teenager and I left my heels on. Do you girls think I am bad?"

Andrea smiled and Sarah said with such an encouraging tone,

"Never. I think that's so wonderful that you and your husband share that. Have you been married a long time?"

"It was twenty years last month and today was like the first year we were together and I am going to keep it that way."

She stepped back into her high heeled pumps and said,

"There my feet feel fine again. I just needed a little break. There is no way I will let Frank know that my heels feel anything but wonderful. He is so happy that I am wearing them again and I love what has happened. I owe you a great deal of thanks, Andrea. I'll see you girls back at the table."

Mrs. Williams left and Sarah immediately kicked off her high heels too.

"I know what she is going through. How are you managing so easily in those ultra high heels?"

"I'm not. I feel like my feet are sliding forward into them."

Andrea held the counter and slipped the back of one shoe off. She seemed to move her toes out somewhat and then slipped her barefoot back into her shoe. She repeated the process with the other shoe.

"There, they feel wonderful again. It seems that with these really high heels that my feet slide down into them. I just needed to fix that. But what was that about spending the summer here working? How can I do that?

Sarah laughed as she touched up her lipstick,

"I was going to surprise you later but then seemed to be perfect to let it out. I spoke to your mother on the phone today. I told her that some of your marks needed improvement and suggested that she allow you to go to summer high school camp to improve your grades. I explained that there would be no cost to her and she heartily agreed. So if you would like to be a woman all summer long and not worry about going home, it's all set – what do you think?"

Andrea almost cried but she squealed with glee,

"Oh my God Sarah, thank you!! That is the most incredible news – I am going to be a woman all summer long and I am going to get to wear high heels all the time!!!"

"I am so glad you are pleased – I thought you might be. This will give you a chance to decide if this is really something you want."

"Oh I know I do. I am so happy this way – I am dreaming about always being this way."

"Lets re-join the party now."

Sarah stood her gorgeous silver high heels side-by-side and with polished expertise stepped back into them.

"There my heels feel good again. Just little breaks really help."

The two sisters walked back into the room and all heads turned to watch them. Andrea could not understand the wonderful feelings that coursed through her mind but she loved being pretty and while she did not let on that she noticed, she loved that all the men seemed to love to look at her. She was well aware that her walk in such terribly high heels was graceful she also realized that walking in them was something that she always had to think about – it was so pleasurable but it was not easy to look so natural so high upon her thin heels. She wondered to herself if walking in stiletto heels would ever become so second-nature that she would not be aware of them and in a way, she hoped that would never happen.

For the next little while all the guests stood around the reception area with their cocktails and wine and made a lot of small talk. There was talk of the spring weather, the beauty of the club, many of the male guests discussed the gold season. Andrea did not drink much of her wine – she merely held the long stemmed glass in delicate fingers for she was worried that she had never before consumed any alcohol. She studied all of the guests and soon realized that she was among some of the more wealthy people in the area. Everyone was wearing very expensive clothes and the ladies were all wearing lovely and terribly valuable jewellery – at least Andrea assumed that it was real. She wondered though why all the ladies save for Mrs. Williams, Sarah and herself were wearing such ugly shoes. They were all wearing evening style shoes much like her mother had. She supposed that they thought that they were wearing heels because they all wore sandals or pumps with typically plain toes and block style heels maybe 2" high. One lady wore a pair of black patent pumps that had a thin heel but it was at best 2 ½" high. She wondered why they would do this. She considered her high stiletto heels to be such a blessing, to be such a gift and she could not reason why all real women would not feel the same way.

After a lot of talking, Andrea was quite grateful when the club staff announced dinner. She realized that standing in one place was substantially different than walking. While she would never let on, not even to Sarah, her wonderful high heels were bothering her toes and her pads. Still she had no desire to remove them. If this were a price of wearing high heeled shoes, she would very happily pay it. Again it felt like her toes had slipped forward into the gorgeous points and despite the soft lining of the toes her pads were burning somewhat.

As they walked to the dining area Mr. Williams took her by the arm and said,

"Please young lady, sit by me at dinner."

"That would be nice. Thank you, I would love to."

Mr. Williams was the perfect gentleman. He held her chair and she sat to his right. Mr. Williams as the host sat at the head of the table. Andrea was so grateful to be sitting. With slight pressure on her heels she was able to feel that her feet and toes could be moved back into the proper location in her high heeled shoes. They began to feel wonderful again.

Mr. Williams spoke first,

"Andrea do I understand that you are studying business and marketing at University?"

"Yes Sir that is correct. I would love to plan a career in business if possible."

"That is very interesting. You are an attractive and sophisticated young woman. I am sure you will be a natural success."

"Thank you Sir. I really hope so."

He added,

"So tell me, have you made any arrangements for summer employment or are you still looking?"

"Well at the moment I am working weekends as a sales clerk at Mr. Jay's Lady's Wear and I do enjoy that but it would be better if I could find something more closely related to the business world."

"I was just thinking that. I know you have to return to school on Monday. Would you be able to come to my offices tomorrow so that we might discuss an opportunity I think I can offer you."

"I would love to Mr. Williams. What time?"

Andrea was overwhelmed – she was about to have the full summer as a woman and now it seemed she might have a position working as a woman as well.

"Mrs. Williams and I will be at church in the morning. Why don't you meet me at my office at noon?"

"Thank you Sir. I will be there."

The sun shone through the drapes of Sarah's guest bedroom and Andrea stirred and awoke from a deep and peaceful sleep. She was momentarily totally disoriented feeling she was at home with her mother and all the events that had happened were merely a dream. But then as her mind cleared she could see her dress hanging on the closet door across the room. Her fabulous high heeled shoes were on the floor beside the bed – one stood with its incredibly thin heel's back to her and the other had fallen over. She looked under the covers to see that she was wearing a pretty pink baby doll nightie with cute matching pink panties. On the bedside table were her pretty marabou high heeled slippers, the white 5" stiletto heeled pumps that she had worn in the pool and her cherished 5 ½" heeled spectator pumps with their gorgeous gold insoles.

As she lay there she remembered the joys of last night. She was to spend the summer as a woman and her heart throbbed with happiness. Later she was to have an interview – oh my goodness, what to wear? She remembered how much she danced last night. It seemed all of the men had wanted at least one dance with her – how many of them had twirled her across the clubs dance floor – how proud she was that she had learned to dance so well and in such incredibly high heels. And she also remembered how sore her pads were at evening's end when all said goodnight and she walked back to the car wishing that the cart that had delivered them to the club was still available but seemed not to be – but she was so immensely proud that she did not take off her high heels – that so many women had commented on how naturally she seemed to wear such extremely high heels comfortably. She wiggled her toes in the bed thinking that they might still be sore but they felt wonderful again.

Andrea arose and put on her 5" high heeled marabou slippers. She was again in heaven – her feet were renewed and with no pain at all – only the heavenly feminine feelings she loved – she walked into the bathroom to prepare. She brushed her hair, added a little blush and put on fresh lipstick. She went downstairs to see if Sarah was awake.

"Good morning Sleepy Head. I was going to get you up soon for your appointment downtown. My God after last night I would have at least thought you might spend the morning barefoot but here you are in high heels again."

Sarah was wearing a pretty silk housecoat but she was barefoot.

"Good morning. My feet are fine again. They were a bit sore when we got home but I have no pain this morning."

Sarah laughed, "I think you were born to wear high heels. My feet still hurt so I am going to take a break today so I can wear heels to work tomorrow – it is the last week of school and I would hate to spoil my record and show up in low heels. By the way, I picked out the perfect outfit for your interview. You better have some breakfast and get ready."

They chatted about the joys and fun they had during the party as Andrea ate her cereal and fruit. As she was about to go upstairs to shower Sarah reminded her of her pill which Andrea took still wondering what it might be. The shower was a part of her day that she hated. Not because she disliked being clean but because it displayed all she hated of herself. The feminine feelings were there belied by the young male body she knew all to well. As soon as she dried she put on her special panties, her bra and breast forms and especially her high heeled slippers, she was home again. She put large rollers in her hair and began to blow it dry. Sarah came in and helped a little with her eye makeup but clearly Andrea was learning to do it well. In short order she was ready to get dressed.

Sarah had laid out a gorgeous black suit for her. It included a gorgeous white silk blouse, a straight tight skirt and a dressy matching jacket. Andrea first put on some sheer taupe pantyhose and then buttoned the blouse. The tight skirt fit perfectly and was very nicely shaped by her special panties. It hung to about 3" above her knees. The jacket was gorgeous and the cinch waist of it accentuated her fabulous figure. Sarah completed the ensemble with a pretty silk scarf that was the same material as the blouse.

"Oh Sarah, I love this look. I feel like a business girl. I should wear my new black and white spectator high heels with it."

"I think they're perfect but a bit too high a heel for a job interview. Let me get some heels I think you will like."

Sarah returned with a pair of totally plain black suede 5" stiletto heeled pumps. They were absolutely gorgeous. They had a narrow pointed toe and the heels were very thin.

"Oh I love them, they are delicious."

Andrea set them on the floor and stepped into them without assistance. She wiggled her toes to get them just right in these high heels and walked around the room to get the feeling of yet another pair of high heels she had not tried.

"They're wonderful. This suede is so soft on my toes."

Sarah looked at her wryly and said,

"Tell me Sis, when you walk in high heels, your heel has a tiny little, almost imperceptible teeter that happens with each step – do you do that on purpose or does that just happen?"

"I wasn't even aware that I do that – should I try not to?"

"Oh no, it is very nice. Just keep doing what you do naturally. I hate to say it but I think you walk better in high heels than I do and I am so happy for you. Now did you want me to drive you to your interview or do you want to walk? His office is in the new business tower right by the mall."

"Would it be alright if I walked? You know how much I adore walking in high heels and I promise I won't break another heel – I will be really careful."

"Why did I know that you would want to? And don't worry – just enjoy your high heels. But lets do this – give me your heels."

Andrea stepped out of them and Sarah took the pumps and inserted a slim insole into each toe. When Andrea stepped back into them, that soft insole added such padding that even these 5" stiletto heeled pumps felt like slippers.

"Oh they feel yummy. I could run in these high heels when they feel as comfy as this."

"Just have fun and do well."

Sarah kissed her on the cheek for luck and Andrea went out the door. It was a heavenly spring day and her heels clicked as she walked away to yet another new beginning.

  

  

  

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