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Adapted from the 1997 Usenet alt.sex.stories.d entry "Baby Gets A New Pair Of Shoes," by the author Polly. This was their one and only post, and no contact information is known.
Kelly slowly turned the sandal in her hands, eyeing it cautiously. It seemed to be a perfectly ordinary piece of footwear. Red, with a 4" high stacked heel, it had a number of straps and buckles. So gaudy. She checked the size printed on the insole. 7 – her size. Oddly, no sign of a label was seen anywhere on the shoes.
Laying the sandal aside for a moment, she went back to the box where its twin lay. She searched through it again, looking for a card, a slip of paper - anything to tell her where they had come from. Nothing.
A scowl marred the blonde's face as she sat back on her couch.
Not 10 minutes earlier, the 32 year-old had opened her door to get the paper only to find a plain white shoebox lying there, with "Kelly Anderson" thickly scrawled across the top in Sharpie.
Sighing dejectedly, Kelly had to wonder who had sent her these tacky heels. And why? If this was a gift from one of her friends, they had got her style dead wrong.
Give the heels a try. They're not gaudy. They're actually quite cute, right?
Kelly brushed a few strands of golden hair from her face, and picked up one of the sandals.
They were certainly taller than any of her other shoes – the one pair of 3" black pumps in the very back of her closet being the highest heeled of the lot. She'd worn those to the opera a few years back and they had hurt like hell the entire time. These mysterious new heels would certainly not be comfortable. But why not give 'em a try? What would it hurt? Put them on just long enough to feel the pain that heels usually gave her feet, then they'd come off again.
Oh, what the hell, she figured, and slipped the sandal onto her foot. She fumbled with the straps for a bit, but got them all buckled correctly. Much to Kelly's surprise, the shoe was actually pretty comfortable. A snug, perfect fit. Smiling, she put the other shoe on.
With both sandals on, Kelly stood. It took her a moment to adjust to the new height. She wobbled slightly for a second, then gained her balance. Kelly took a few experimental steps. Amazing! She'd expected to fall over, being so unaccustomed to high heels, but the leggy blonde found herself taking to the new shoes like a fish takes to water. Contentment swept through Kelly like a wave, seemingly starting at her feet.
Beaming, she tripped into the bedroom to check herself out in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
Gazing at the reflection in the glass, she saw that she looked good! The (perhaps not so gaudy) sandals made her long, tanned legs seem even longer, like they went all the way up to her neck. Turning, she saw how the heels shaped her calves, making even her skinny little butt look good.
At least, she thought as she faced the mirror once more, the shoes helped draw attention away from her chest. Smoothing the loose shirt down over her torso, she looked at her nonexistent bust in dismay. Her face was pretty, she was sure of that. Crystal blue eyes, a pert little nose. And her legs were to die for. But, in feelings that were growing ever more clear to her, she also knew that her breasts were pitiful. Not even handfuls, they were little more than small mounds on her chest, barely breaking the flat plane of her torso.
"At least I save a fortune on bras," Kelly had remarked once, in reference to her tits. Her date at the time had agreed heartily as well as loudly, and that had been their last date.
Wow, these shoes really made her legs look good. She posed several times in front of the glass, seeing how sexy her legs looked. She wondered why she rarely wore heels, if they made her look this good. For some reason, Kelly couldn't come up with an answer. If all heels looked and felt this good, she should fill her closet with them – or maybe just keep a hold of this pair for a while. Why mess with a good thing? A very good thing.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kelly crossed her legs, looking at the reflection in the mirror. A sexy maneuver, she decided. Her panties peeked cheekily from between her thighs. Kelly's nipples made their presence known against her deliciously comfortable silk top.
Staring in shock at the stiff peaks poking through the pajama top, she decided it was time to get ready to go to work. I'd better stop this, she thought, I'm starting to get a little horny.
As Kelly got dressed, she decided to forgo the long, ankle-length skirt she'd chosen the night before in favor of a shorter one. She wasn't sure why – she hardly ever dressed up to go in to the office. Something to show off her cute new shoes, then.
Digging through the meager pickings in her closet, Kelly realized, for the first time, that everything she owned was drab and hid her legs with almost disturbing precision. Frowning, she selected the shortest skirt of the lot, a straight, knee-length, brown skirt. If I'm going to show off these shoes, she thought, I'm going to need a new wardrobe.
After checking out her legs in the mirror one last time, Kelly grabbed her purse, her jacket, and left for work.
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