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Melissa: Shoe Store Owner
I've been stuck in my boy clothes all week, working long hours. But I
have also been planning my weekend excursion. I have found out about a
shoe store in a mall across town that carries large sizes. I have been
looking forward all week to Saturday to turn Melissa loose.
I had to work Saturday as well, but I made my escape by 3. Home, shower
and shave my legs and face. Already I felt like a new woman. First I
painted my toenails a bright red. Then I pulled on the stockings I have
picked out: nude thigh-highs with back seams and garters. I want nude
so that I can try on all different color shoes. I find the look of hose
and shoes the same color boring. I put on a pair of bone pumps with 3"
heels while I get ready. I won't be wearing these tonight, but I love
to walk around in my heels and I need to get my walk loosened up after
a week of inactivity.
I put on a black lacy bra and panties and slip my boobies in. Then I
put on a black short-sleeve shell with lace trim and a white print
skirt that stops above my knees, showing off my long legs. I pulled on
my wig and put my earrings on. My hair goes halfway down my back, with
bangs. I used a clip to hold my hair out of my way while I did my
makeup. When I was done, I released the clip and brought my hair down.
I saw a very feminine person in the mirror and it always excites me to
know that person is I. Hearing the heels of my pretty pumps clicking on
the bathroom floor also contributes to the feeling.
It was already going on 5 and I needed to make myself some dinner. I
love to work in the kitchen while dressed. I have an apron so I don't
get grease all over my clothes. I had consumed all my leftovers during
the work week, so I made myself some chicken and cooked peas to go with
it. I sat at the table and enjoyed my meal. With the height of my
heels, my legs barely fit under the table, but I do so love having them
on.
I loaded up my purse and picked out the shoes I was going to wear. For
the drive there and back, I wore plain black leather pumps with 1"
heels, much like a well-dressed woman would wear to the office. I never
drive in high heels, because it is bad for the shoes.
I had given a lot of thought to the choice of shoes to actually do my
shopping in. I wanted a pair that would really turn heads. I know that
many people who choose to work in shoe stores are way big into shoes,
and I was hoping to meet such a person that night and give him or her
something to get excited about. So I chose a pair of black patent
leather pumps with 4" heels and Mary Jane straps across the front. I
put these in a bag and left for the mall.
It was nearly 7 by the time I arrived at the mall. I changed my shoes
in the car and headed inside. The sun was low in the sky and my shoes
glowed in the sunlight as I walked across the lot. This is one of my
favorite images, and never fails to drive me wild. There were a few
people around and I could see I was turning heads, which I love to do.
I knew that many of the women recognized I was a cross-dresser, and
that some of them were turned on by that.
As I entered the mall, I noticed that the floor was not carpeted. This
was excellent for my purposes, as my heels would click on the hard
floor and get more people to notice me. I found the shoe store, but
there were a few customers in there. I wanted the place to myself.
Anyway, I wanted to see what else was in the mall. I found a Cinnabon
place in the food court, and since I can never resist that, I stopped
in.
It was after 8 when I returned to the shoe store. Now there were no
customers in there. The only person working there was a middle-aged
man. Possibly the owner? I went in and started to look around.
They had some beautiful shoes in there. I am so pleased that feminine
styles are coming back. While I was looking, the man walked up to me
and asked if he could help me. I turned toward him and watched as he
checked out my shoes. Bang! There was a big erection in his pants. I
told him I needed shoes in a 13 or 14, depending. Women's sizes are so
unpredictable. I held up a fuchsia pump with a bow. "If you have these
in my size, I would be very happy." He offered to measure my feet, and
I consented. He asked me to sit while he went in the back.
I sat down, though I had to work to keep my girlcock tucked in. I made
no motion to remove my shoes. I wanted him to do that. It makes me feel
like such a princess to have other people put my shoes on and take them
off. That is why I wanted to wear shoes that buckle. It makes the shoe
store person spend time fussing over my shoes to take them off.
I figured that by now he had to have known what I was about. I made no
attempt to disguise my voice when I spoke to him. He had to have seen
the size of my hands, and I had told him the size of my feet.
I looked around at the store. It was longer than it was wide. A
passerby in the mall would not be able to see my legs and feet where I
was sitting. I began thinking.
The man returned with a measuring device. He pulled out the stool with
the sloping front and sat on it. I gave him my left foot. He took the
front in his hands. He started fondling my foot. He was clearly in
love with my shoes. He wanted to do anything but take them off.
"Do you like my shoes?" I asked him. "Yes," he replied, "they're
beautiful." I took my right shoe and pushed the toe on the bottom of
his left thigh. When he looked up, I said, "Do you have a pair of high
heels you like to wear?"
His face turned bright red. Jackpot.
"It's less than an hour before closing time. Why don't you go close the
store, and then put on your high heels, which I'm sure are very pretty,
and you can wait on me while wearing your heels. It's something you've
always wanted to do, isn't it?"
He was completely flustered. I gave him the sweetest, most empathetic
look I could. At length he said, "I can't shave my legs."
"It's okay, sweetie. Before my divorce, I couldn't shave mine, either."
He gently put my foot down on the stool. It was clearly hard for him to
part with it. He stood up and got his keys out of his pocket,
repositioning his dick so he could walk as he did so. He went to the
mall end of the store and pulled the gate down. Then he went into the
back. When he returned, he was wearing a lovely pair of white pumps
with V-throats and 4" stiletto heels. "Sweetie, they're adorable," I
told him. "Come and serve me."
He got back to taking my shoes off. It took about 15 minutes. He
measured my feet, telling me I should be a 13 wide. He went back to get
me some shoes to try on. "I'd like one trendy pair," I called after
him.
I heard his heels clicking on the back room floor. He returned with
three boxes and an erection straining the front of his pants that he
made no attempt to hide. He sat down and opened the first box. It
contained a pair of the fuchsia pumps I had picked out. "Wonderful, you
have them in my size," I gushed. They had 4" heels. He slipped my feet
into them. I stood up and walked around. They were very wearable. The
bows on the front were very attention-getting. I admired myself in the
mirrors. I stole looks at him; he couldn't take his eyes off my feet.
I returned to my seat. "I like these a lot. What's next?" He opened the
second box to reveal a pair of black patent leather pumps with peep
toes and 3" heels. He put them on my feet, fingering my toes through
the openings as he did so. They felt and looked great. I walked around
in them for a while, being careful to put one foot slightly in front of
the other so that my ass swayed back and forth. I enjoyed looking down
and seeing my painted toes peeking through the V-shaped openings in the
shiny pumps.
I returned to try on the third pair. They were a pair of chocolate
brown sling pumps. Each shoe had a squared-off toe and a seam down the
center, with white stitching along it. The heels were wide but not
chunky, and about 3" high. He put them on my feet, lifting the straps
over my heels. I walked around and admired these shoes in the mirror.
"Do you have a pair of high-heeled boots that would fit me?" I asked.
He said he would go and see. I sat admiring my brown sling pumps until
he returned with a pair of black boots. They had zippers on the sides
and 4" heels. I helped him get these on and he zipped them up. They
came up to just below my knees. This wasn't the skirt to wear them
with, since my bony knees stuck out, but other than that, I looked
great in them.
"How about showing me around the store?" I asked. He asked me if I
could put my black pumps on that I wore in. "Could you?" I returned.
Why wouldn't I want him to wait on me and fondle my shoes some more?
Which is exactly what he did.
He led me through the stockroom. There wasn't much to look at there,
just a lot of shoes in boxes. The office was a different story. There
was his desk. I noticed that the feet were resting on 4x4s laid on the
floor. "So do you wear your high heels when you do desk work after you
close?" I asked. He answered yes.
On the other size of the office there is a sofa. It is old, but not
ratty. I put my hand on his ass and he looks up at me. "Do you lay
there after the store is closed and masturbate with your high heels
on?" I asked. His face turned bright red again.
"Would you like to be my girl?"
He can't answer.
"You look so sexy in your pretty white pumps. Be my girl." I gave his
ass a squeeze. "Nobody has to ever know."
Finally, he softly said, "Yes."
I gave him a big French kiss. I sat on the sofa and told him to sit
with me. I reached down and fondled his white pumps the way he has done
for me. Soon he was losing all control. We started kissing again. At
length, I whispered in his ear, "I want you to blow me."
He got on his knees. I laid back on the sofa and pulled off my panties,
after which he put his head up my skirt. Soon I felt my girlcock in his
mouth. He was pretty good. I asked him to take one of his pumps off and
rub it on my balls while he did me. Soon I came explosively. He
swallowed it all like a good girl.
When I was rested, I told him to lie on the couch. I put his pump back
on for him. I asked him what shoes he wanted me to wear next. He asked
for the fuchsia pumps. I went out onto the sales floor and retrieved
them. I pulled up the chair from the desk and sat in it. I had him
change my shoes for me. Then I spread his legs and began to work my
left toe against his dick and balls. He was completely overheated. It
took about nine cycles before he shot his spunk all over my leg.
"Look what you did!" I shouted. "You lick all that up right now and you
swallow it!"
He looked mortified. He obediently licked all his spunk off my
stockinged leg.
I sat with him and caressed him. "Do you want me to make you a woman?"
He softly said yes.
I told him to take his clothes off, pulling his pants over his high
heels. I cleared a space on his desk. "I assume you have some lubricant
here," I said. He reached into one of the desk drawers and handed me a
tube. I took a rubber out of my purse and put it over his dick. Then I
had him bend over his desk. I greased his love hole and began to work
my girlcock in. He was very tight, and had to be coaxed into relaxing
and letting it happen. I told him how pretty he was in his white high-
heeled pumps. Soon he was very excited and he loosened up. I drove my
girlcock into him. It felt wonderful. It didn't take me too long to
come. He was moaning and bucking. When I was done, I reached down to
his unit and felt that he had filled the condom.
After I pulled out, I went off to the bathroom to clean up, holding my
skirt up as I walked so that I wouldn't wreck it. I suggested that he
ring up my purchases. When I returned, he was dressed, but still had
his pumps on. He said, "We are having a special for hot women who buy
four pairs of high heels. One pair is free."
I asked him if he wanted me to stay and keep him company while he
closed out for the day. He enthusiastically welcomed that. He kept his
white pumps on the entire time, even wearing them when he went out to
get the drawer out of the register. I sat on the couch and read vendor
catalogs. I found some styles I really liked. Occasionally I caught him
sneaking peeks, or more like stares, at my shoes.
Finally he was done with the office work and it was time to go. I could
see he hated to part with his shoes. I took them off for him and he hid
them in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet, which he locked. I
gathered up my shoes and boots and put them in the bag he had provided
me. We left out the back door. He drove me around to where I was parked
and we said goodnight.
I changed back into my low heels and drove home with the window down.
It was a beautiful night, about 65 degrees. It felt great to be out as
Melissa. My evening was definitely worth the wait.
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