Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

 

Part 20

Andrea's New Life

 

Andrea awoke with quite a start. This was always her first reaction when the morning arrived. She was always so afraid that her dream might have ended and she would find herself awake in her boy's room at her mother's house.

But it was Monday morning and she was in her lovely feminine bed in Sarah's home. She was so happy. She had slept in lovely pink chiffon baby-doll pajamas in her pretty satin sheets. But her feet were bare and that couldn't be right, she giggled to herself. She threw back the covers to find her slippers that she had worn to bed. They must have slipped off as she slept. There they were; her oh so feminine pink marabou stiletto heeled slippers; she slipped them back onto her bare feet. The satin linings were so cool on her toes and she admired each of the wonderfully thin 5" stiletto heels. She was feeling heavenly again as the marabou tickled her bare toes.

This was to be her first day in her formal new job downtown at Mr. William's firm. She looked at the clock; it was only 6:00am and she did not need to be there until 9:00am. She rolled over and looked at all of her high heeled shoes standing on the floor across the room. How her collection was expanding and she so loved each and every pair. And yet there were still so many in Sarah's special heel closet – hundreds of high heels she had even yet to try on.

She looked at her wonderfully high stiletto sandals and how she had enjoyed her walk on Saturday. She normally preferred to wear stockings but those heels had been so heavenly worn on bare feet with her pretty painted toenails. She looked at her slippers could still see the lovely pastel of her big toe's nail through the open toe of her slipper. She loved these high heels but as sexy sandals, they were certainly not office high heels. She would have to select another pair after she chose her dress for today.

Sunday morning, Sarah had said that they would have to go to church. This was to be a new experience for Andrea but she was so excited about looking nice. Sarah had given her a gorgeous straight black pencil skirt that hung to the middle of her knee. It was longer than Andrea preferred but Sarah had said that she must try to look very conservative for church. With it she had worn a gorgeous white silk blouse with a high formal collar and a matching white silk scarf around her neck. Sarah gave her some lovely taupe pantyhose to wear and a pair of very plain black suede pumps with a pointed toe and a slim 5" stiletto heel. Andrea would have liked a slightly higher heel but Sarah couldn't walk all that way in higher heels and she had told Andrea that there was no way her little sister was going to church in higher heels than hers. Sarah had worn a lovely blue suit with gorgeous matching high heeled sling backs. It had been a wonderful experience meeting all of Sarah's friends in the congregation and of course just one more time for her to enjoy her femininity. Most of all she loved the walk to and from church. It was her favorite thing – walking in her high heeled shoes.

She decided to wear a lovely cream colored suit to work the first day and the luminescent beige stiletto pumps that Bill had bought for her were going to be perfect. She stepped out of bed in her feminine slippers and fetched those pretty pumps to look at them closely. They were obviously very well made and she marveled at how the soft beige leather gleamed and showed seemingly different beiges as the light caught them from different angles. The heels she measured and they were 5 ¼" high. Very high for her size 6 but she thought them such a perfect working heel height. One thing that concerned her was how incredibly thin these heels were. So very narrow and extremely tiny at the tip with a metal heel tip. She would have to be very careful of grates, sidewalk cracks and escalators and she also decided that since she had already gone through the horror of a broken heel, that she would put her black 5 ½" Dorsey's in her briefcase in case the worst should occur. She needed to try them on. She took off her PJ's, stepped out of her high heeled slippers, and was quite naked when she slipped her bare feet into the lovely pumps. God they felt wonderful. She walked in front of her mirror and marveled at these pumps, their gorgeous pointy toes, the ultra thin stiletto heels and how they held her arch so vertical. All this heel joy was causing that thing to stand out and she tried to ignore it. It was time to shower and start to get ready. She stepped out of her new high heels and decided that she wanted to wear high heels in the tub.

She stepped into her white patents…well, Sarah's white patent stilettos, which had been wet before. Laughing to herself because a 5" stiletto now felt so low, but still so pretty. She started her shower and stepped into the tub. She carefully shaved her legs so that they were lovely and smooth and then washed her hair. While washing her petite body that thing was starting to throb so terribly. Maybe she would calm a little of she milked it…the thing was causing her to feel tense and that wouldn't do for a first day at work. She slipped off her left high heel and stood on one high heeled foot while she milked it. She stoked it with the white heel and it soon emptied into her pretty pump. God she almost fainted with pleasure – it felt that nice. She rinsed all her milk out of the toe of her high heel and slipped it back onto her foot. The tension had passed and she felt so wonderful.

She dried herself and blew her hair into a lovely wavy style. She thought about her thing and wondered again why she could have not been born a real girl with the same feelings about being a woman and especially about high heel shoes. Oh well, she was not going to whine – life had given her Sarah and with the help of her special panties and breast forms, she had achieved the look and life that she wanted. With no arrogance, she knew she was pretty and was so proud that even Sarah was amazed by her ability to walk so very well in very high heels.

She finished her makeup being very careful to try to look as business-like as she could. Not too much mascara, just a little eyeliner and a lovely lipstick that was radiant but soft. She kicked off her wet white high heels and stood them on the dressing table to dry. She selected a lovely tan lacey garter belt and fastened it around her waist. Sarah would have suggested pantyhose but Andrea needed to feel as feminine as she could today. She opened a new package of ultra sheer stockings and carefully slipped them onto her toes, smoothed them up her shapely legs and fastened them to her garters. Next her special panties to hide that thing and give her that shapely bottom – panties have to go on top of her garter belt she knew for when that need to visit the lady's room would happen. Next a lovely matching bra in which she inserted her shapely and very real breast forms. She had already selected a deep silk brown blouse and scarf that would offset and highlight her cream suit. The skirt was very tight and narrow. Her pretty bottom was tightly displayed and the skirt hung to slightly above her knees. The cinched jacket finished the ensemble and she very happily stepped into her lovely beige stiletto heeled pumps. She always felt so complete when her feet were incased in heels and she was high on tiptoe. She wondered for a moment if any real women feel the same when they completed a pretty outfit with deliciously high heeled shoes. It didn't really matter she concluded because her high heels gave her such happiness. Finally just a light spray of the French cologne that Sarah had given her to complete her beautiful ensemble.

It was only 7:30 and still an hour and a half until she had to be at work. She decided it would be fitting if she were to arrive early. The morning was so beautiful with sunshine, pleasant spring temperatures and no wind. Since she loved walking in her high heels anyway, she decided to leave. She put her keys, a little money that Sarah had given her, a compact and a lipstick into her lovely little clutch purse. She then picked up her very high heeled Dorsey pumps and placed them into her attaché case. Sarah was still sleeping so there was no need to disturb her so Andrea just left her a little love note.

The morning was so lovely. The spring temperatures were cool, the sun was shining so brightly and Andrea was so terribly happy. The walk to her new office was about a half a mile. First through the upscale condo area and then she would enter the business district. The entire walk would be on sidewalks and she was being very careful of the cracks. She loved the quick and expert walk in her business girl look. The skirt of her suit was tight enough that her steps had to be quite short but she could walk quite quickly feeling so high on tiptoe and the tug of her garters on her stockings was such a heavenly feeling. She hardly noticed but so many men and women as well were marveling at how quickly and easily this lovely young girl seemed to walk in such precariously high stiletto heels. Each heel was so very thin that the steel tip cracked so nicely with each of her steps.

As she passed the park, the wonderful smells of the dew on the flowers filled her senses and she wondered why she had never noticed this in her male life. Maybe girls are more sensitive to the beauties of nature as well and she loved it. She would have loved a short stroll through the park but these heels were so very thin that there would be no way she could cross the grassy areas without her heels sinking a little and she did not want any dirt on them for work.

As she approached an intersection, the light was still green for her and the walk signal was still in her favor, so she stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street. About half way across the light turned amber and her walk signal changed to don't walk. Without even thinking about it, Andrea broke into a little run – so feminine with her high heels clicking with the rapid pace of her feminine little lady like trot. She heard one man in a car say wow and then she reached the other sidewalk, a very smart looking business lady in sadly flat heel pumps said to her,

"My God girl, how do you walk in those heels let alone run. Aren't you afraid of breaking your neck?"

Andrea just smiled,

"Oh goodness no. It just isn't a problem -I have much higher heels than these."

And just continued her wonderful walk into the city core.

It was still only 8:00am when Andrea reached the corner near the mall where the office tower was located that contained Mr. William's firm. It was still too early to go into the Office so she decided that a business girl should start her day with a morning coffee. Near the Office tower there was one of those "fashion coffee" shops so she decided to go in. There was a fairly long lineup in the shop so Andrea just took her place. She knew how to stand very lady like and stood with perfect posture and straight legs with her high heels very close together and side-by-side. She had often seen women standing in high heels and rocking from one foot to the other, or tilting back onto the heel of their shoes, or worst of all slipping their feet in and out of their high heeled shoes. To Andrea, all of these acts were unacceptable – to her it signaled to the world that these women were not comfortable in their high heels and she refused to even suggest such a thing. Wearing such gorgeous stilettos was not only a joy but also a privilege and she intended to be the best girl in the world at wearing high heels.

When her turn came she bought her coffee with extra sugar and cream – she was not used to drinking coffee and wanted it a bit sweet. She turned to look for a booth to sit but they were all occupied. There were many of those high stand-up small tables open and she saw one with a newspaper she could look at as she drank her coffee. Again she stood with perfectly straight legs, high heels close together and flipped through the paper as she sipped her coffee. She sensed a lot of eyes watching her and especially her high heeled shoes. She felt a little flushed but avoided eye contact and vowed to stand there so elegantly as a business girl should. Suddenly she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and a gentleman softly said,

"Miss, please take my seat – you should not have to stand while you have your coffee."

She felt that he so wanted to mention her high heels but had not. She smiled and said,

"Oh thank you Sir. That is so gracious of you but I am fine and I have to leave very soon anyway for work."

He smiled and just wished her a good morning but she noticed him stealing glances at her high heels as he returned to his chair.

Even Andrea had to admit that standing still in such high heels was not as easy as walking. It was terribly important that she stands with elegance and she was beginning to feel a little tingling in her pads but it mattered not. She felt so lovely – she could feel the strain of her garters holding her sheer stockings so tight and best of all she was on tiptoe in her high heels.

At 8:30 she left the coffee shop and walked to the office building. The tile floors of the lobby area were so shiny and slippery that she walked with care as she proceeded to the elevator. The tiny tips of her stiletto heels rang with the loveliest little clicks with each step. When she reached the French door entrance to the firm they were still locked but there was a lovely couch outside the door for her to sit and wait. She sat, crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt so as to look as business like as she possibly could. She noticed that the heels of her shoes had collected a little dust from the walk to work so she brushed each heel clean with tissue that she had in her purse.

The elevator door opened and the most incredibly lovely elderly lady Andrea had ever seen emerged. She was very petite – possibly 5'4" tall. She was wearing an elegant black business suit with a tight straight skirt, a tailored jacket, a silver blouse and a lovely string of pearls in the open neck. Her makeup was perfect, her face while older was so beautiful and her long silver hair was styled in a full and curly fashion. She was simply ravishing but sadly she was wearing black patent pumps that were totally flat heeled.

Andrea rose to meet her with a smile and the lady said,

"Good morning – you must be Andrea. Mr. Williams said you would be joining the firm. I am Eve Johnson, the firm's business manager. I look after staff management for the firm."

"Good morning Mrs. Johnson. It is so nice to meet you. I am so happy to be working here."

"It is so nice to meet you too dear. Let me find my keys and let us in. I don't know as yet what Mr. Williams has planned for your career training but I was planning to have you start today as our receptionist. There are no phones to answer but many clients visit and I would love to have a lovely stylish young lady like you greet them."

"Oh that would be so nice, thank you."

Mrs. Johnson showed Andrea to a large desk in the reception area of the firm with a huge comfy chair behind it. Actually it was not a desk; it was a huge elegant table where all who entered the office could easily see her legs.

As the crossed the foyer and stepped off the carpet onto the hardwood floors, Andrea's stiletto heels clicked sharply. Mrs. Johnson looked at her shoes and said,

"Dear, high heels are not required for the office dress code; I will assume you will wear lower heels tomorrow for work."

Andrea was devastated. She had been so terribly excited about working here. Even more excited about living as a girl but she had been most happy when she was under the impression that she could wear her high heeled shoes each and very day to this wonderful work environment. She barely heard Mrs. Johnson say

"Well you get comfortable there and we will talk a little later about what we have planned for your work and training."

Andrea's head was still spinning as she sat and thought about what she was going to do. She could not stay here if she was not going to be allowed to wear her high heels. She felt tense and so depressed.

The first to arrive while she sat and stewed was Mr. Williams himself. He entered; saw Andrea and his face lit up with a huge smile. He boomed,

"Good morning Andrea. So nice to see you and I am so happy you didn't change your mind about helping us out here."

Andrea fought for a smile but it was obvious she was sad,

"Good morning Sir."

"What the hell is wrong girl? You look like you are going to cry."

"I am sorry Sir. I don't think it's going to work out here for me."

"Jesus" He bellowed, "Why?"

"Well I just met Mrs. Johnson. She has me here for today but it seems I am not allowed to wear high heels to work. I don't have any low heels and I don't really want to wear them anyway. I love wearing my high heels and hoped I could work in them but she says not."

"Of for God's sake, let me see what the hell is going on here. You got my lovely wife back into high heels and I love you for that. I am going to talk to Eve and get to the bottom of this. You just relax – there is not going to be a problem here."

He walked away before she could say a thing.

A few minutes later Eve came into reception and said,

"Andrea could you please come into my Office?"

Andrea was sure she was going to be fired so she gathered all her things and walked down the hall into Mrs. Johnson's elegant office.

"Close the door please and take a seat."

Andrea sat and placed both her feet and knees side-by-side. She was so tense that she could barely move,

"Yes Mrs. Johnson?"

The beautiful and elegant lady smiled a wonderfully soft and warm smile,

"First of all I want you to call me Eve and secondly, I owe you a huge apology. I thought you were wearing those beautiful high heeled shoes because you thought they were required for the office. They are not. I had no idea you love wearing such high heels and you can wear them all you want."

"Oh God Mrs. Johnson….I mean Eve, thank you. I really don't like low heels for myself. I have not worn anything but high heels since I was 13."

Eve laughed and said,

"Oh that's fine. I too love high heels. I have closets full of them but I have not worn them in years. My late husband loved seeing me in higher heels but when he passed a few years ago I stopped for some reason – I guess I didn't see any point in wearing them just for myself. Maybe I felt that high heels were silly for an old lady like me."

Andrea protested,

 

"Oh my God Eve. You are not old. You are so beautiful – I honestly mean that."

Eve blushed a little,

"Thank you – I wonder if I should get my high heels out again. Tell me, what size do you wear?"

"Size 6."

"Oh that's my size too. Do you suppose I might try yours on for just a minute?"

"Oh my God, of course you may."

And Andrea bent down and slipped off both her high heels and hid her stocking feet under the chair. She handed the delicate high heels to Eve who jumped out of her chair and kicked off her flats and set the gorgeous high heeled pumps on the floor. With clear expertise she stepped into the high heels with obvious expertise and walked around her office. Her walk was not strained in anyway – it was clear that this lady was so expert in high heeled shoes.

Eve's smile was a giveaway and she just beamed when she said.

"Oh my God, I had forgotten how good I feel in high heeled shoes. These are really high too. Just like I used to wear. I am sure I look like a duck though. I haven't worn heels in about 5 years." And she laughed.

"Oh my God Eve. It is so clear that you wore high heels so well. You walk like an angel."

"Darn, now I wish I had kept some high heels her at work. I would wear yours all day. You have helped me so much. Thank you Andrea. I am going to get all my high heels out again and start wearing them tomorrow."

She stepped out of Andrea's beige high heels and handed them back to her. Andrea slipped them back on and was struck with an idea. She said with a tiny white lie,

"I was devastated a long time ago. I was out and accidentally broke the heel of my shoe. I had no other pair with me and had to struggle home in one high heel. So I always carry a spare pair with me now. I have these in black that I brought for an emergency and this seems like just that. They are a very high heel but I think you might like them if you would enjoy wearing high heels today."

She took the black Dorsey's from her bag and handed them to Eve.

Eve just beamed,

 

"My God girl – these are gorgeous high heels. I just love them. And the heels, My God they're high – are they 6" heels?"

"Just over 5.5" I think but they are still really comfy if you would enjoy wearing them today until you can get yours, I would love for you to be happy wearing them."

It was obvious again that Eve was expert in high heels. She knew that the tight backs of Dorsey's were not suitable to step into. She sat and delicately slipped her toes into the lovely high heels and spread the backs with her fingertips so she might slide the heel of her foot into the beautiful shoes. As she sat she extended both feet so she could admire her high heels from all angles. Then she stood and almost squealed with joy as she said,

"Oh my these heels are high!! I love them so much."

She walked around with clear expertise. Her heels only teetered slightly as Sarah had said Andrea's did and it was very sensual yet elegant at the same time.

"Are you sure I can still walk nicely in heels this high? I have lots at home with extra high heels and I am so excited about wearing them again. Are you sure you would not mind me wearing your high heels today?"

"Eve, you look so fabulous and it would be wonderful if you were to be happy enjoying wearing my high heels today. This is so wonderful. And you know what? I cannot wait to see your heels too. Maybe I could try some on?"

"Oh God yes. I know we're going to be great friends. Thank you Andrea."

She smiled such a huge happy smile and gave Andrea a loving hug.

  

  

  

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