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Heels: The Ultimatum 10 - More Surprises
By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003
Synopsis of Chapter 9: Alterations
The heels, adhering to their prime directive to enrich
Dennis' life, had taken the metaphysical leaching process a step
further. On the day of Dennis and Gale's marriage, beginning with
the happy couple's first kiss as a wedded couple, the heels, via
the magical potential they had replicated within Dennis himself,
had begun to gradually create a carbon copy of their metaphysical
wherewithal within Gale. Though Gale's magical potential would
remain subordinate to the very same prime directive that the heels
themselves operated under, that being to enrich Dennis' life, it
would not, nor could not, act against her own best interest. That
is to say that the magical potential that was slowly being
installed within Gale's intrinsic metaphysical makeup, while being
slaved to the goal of enriching her husband's lot in life, could
not force her into doing something that was not in her nature to
do. Nor, could it cause her to become something she did not wish
to become, or even wear something that she did not wish to wear.
While it might only occur on a subconscious level of her mental
processes, the magical potential that was slowly being replicated
within Gale would require her endorsement before any alterations
could either be implemented, or enacted upon.
In order to facilitate this gradual metaphysical leaching
process, a physical conduit had to be established, no matter how
short lived that physical contact might actually be. The holding
of hands, a hug, or even a simple kiss provided such a conduit.
Sexual intercourse, as well as the couple's ongoing use of the
double-ended dildo, provided a greatly enhanced conduit for the
leaching process, owing to the fact that the process could then
use the accompanying orgasmic rush to mask a massive transfer of
the replicated metaphysical wherewithal.
Though Gale failed to pick up on it, the first indication
that something new had been added into the mix was the increased
amount of compliments she had begun to receive. The second was
that her clothes appeared to fit her better than they ever had
before. However, the thing that caused her to suspect that
something really strange was going on was when of her cohorts at
work asked her if she was going to a tanning spa.
Gale's curiosity peaked one Saturday morning, causing her to
do a stare and compare. Employing the medicine cabinet mirror,
various pictures from her wedding album, and her husband's
magnifying glass, discovered that her facial features had
undergone a substantial upgrade. Later that same day, she and
Kelly stopped in a Victoria's Secret. There, Gale asked the
salesgirl to check her measurements. They, like her facial
features, had undergone a remarkable makeover.
Both Gale and Kelly were in full agreement. Gale, via the
heel's magic, was well on her way to becoming the upgraded,
sanitized and unquestionable sexy version of her former self, the
very same version that frolicked about within the erotic world of
her husband's rather farfetched fantasies.
Later the following week, upon returning home from work one
evening, Gale showed Dennis some more of his heels' magical
handiwork. A pair of chunky heeled shoes that Gale had just
purchased had changed into a pair of stilettos, stilettos that
bore an uncanny resemblance to those magical high heels of her
husband's.
Chapter 10: More Surprises
Two weeks after the incident with his wife's shoes, round
about the time that Gale's tan lines disappeared altogether,
Dennis came home to find another surprise waiting for him.
Greeting him at the door, resplendent in the black satin finery of
full Playboy Bunny regalia, Gale kicked off one of their newly
adopted, weekly, tease-to-please theme evenings with a cozy
candlelight surf and turf dinner.
"Okay." with a chuckle infesting the inflexions his voice,
Dennis humorously quipped. "Tell me, where'd you get the outfit?
I mean, it sure looks like the genuine article, and as I
understand it, they're not all that easy to come by."
"You're right. They're not. And, for you information,
mister, I got it the same place that you get all your girlish
duds."
"You mean to tell me that you ended decked out in that Bunny
outfit via some magical means?"
"Yes, and I assume, by pretty much the very same magical
means that you yourself use."
"Oh, so what you're saying is: you came home, put on those
rather unique high heels of mine, and used them to change the
clothes you were wearing in a Bunny costume?"
"That's correct, save that I didn't have to put on those
magical high heels of yours to do what I did."
"You didn't?"
"No. All I did was to do the same thing that I assume you
do.
"That's to say that I formed a mental picture of myself
decked out as a Bunny; blinked my eyes, and - Whalla! - I ended
up looking just like I do now."
"That's incredible."
"Yeah, I kind of thought so too."
"So, tell me. When did you first become aware that you could
do this magical, presto-chango, clothing thing-a-ma-bob of yours?"
"Earlier today..."
"Oh. So, am I to take it that the idea of trying to
magically modifying what you're wearing into something else just
sort of pooped into your head?"
"No, silly." Gale giggled. "I think it fair to say that I
learned that I could do it as a result of what you might call some
creative daydreaming on my part.
"You see, dear, on my way into work this morning, while I was
waiting for the light at the intersection of Willow and Thirty-
fifth to turn green, I took the opportunity to more closely
examine a billboard that had that very same advertisement that you
made mention of seeing the other day."
"You mean, the one with that has that nice looking blonde
decked out in that shimmering white spandex leotard?"
"Yes. That's the one all right.
"So anyhow, I sitting there, looking up at the billboard, and
wondering how this new and improved body of mine would look decked
out in similar outfit, when I all of sudden I become aware that
I'm not wearing the clothes I put on this morning. Rather, I'm
wearing the very same skintight outfit that the girl on the
billboard is wearing. And to make matters worse, out of the
corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the guy in the car next to
mine, and guess what he's doing? He's giving me the old hairy
eyeball.
"So anyhow, even though I'm pretty discombobulated at this
point in the proceedings, I have enough presence of mind that when
the light turns green; I'm able to flip Mr. Obnoxious the Bird,
and drive to a parking lot that was situated just on other side of
the intersection.
"Okay. Aware that I'm in no condition to drive at the
moment, and that I really need to get a handle on what just
happened, I pull into a parking place, put the car neutral, pull
on the parking break, and turn off the radio.
"Well, to be honest with you here, given all the magical
things that you and I been dealing with here of late, it didn't
take a lot of brain power on my part to figure out what must have
happen. Though I'm at a loss as to how to explain how I ended up
with the same sort of magical ability that you have when you're
wearing those high heels of yours, I just figured that somewhere
along the line, I somehow acquired it.
"Oh. And, that brings to mind a question I have for you.
"Have you ever tried to magically change from one outfit to
another when you're not wearing your heels?"
Dennis, after giving the matter some thought, replied, "I
can't say for sure, but I don't believe so."
"Tell you what. Tonight, while you're logging some of that
residual girl-time of yours, how 'bout giving it a try just to see
if you can do it?
"My bet is that you can."
"Okay. I'll do that. I'll give it a shot. However, just in
case I forget, please make sure to remind me. Alright?"
"Sure thing..."
"Okay. So, go ahead. Please, finish up telling me about
what happened this morning, after you pulled into the parking
lot."
"Well, after giving the matter some thought, I realized that
while I was gazing up at that billboard, I may have actually
muttered something that, while iffy, could have been misconstrued
into being a cockamamie half-baked wish on my part. Basically,
though I can't for the life of me remember my exact words, I
believe I said something to the effect of: I bet Dennis wishes
that I would wear something as sexy as that getup to lounge around
the house in.
"So anyhow, going on the assumption that that ill conceived
wish of mine had somehow caused the clothes that I was wearing to
morph into that slinky unitard I found myself trussed up in, I
figured that I might be able to undo what I had inadvertently done
by simply wishing myself dressed the way I had been when I headed
off to work this morning."
"And, that worked?"
"It sure enough did. It worked like a charm.
"Basically, all I did was to close my eyes; form a mental
picture of myself dressed the way I had been when I left the house
this morning, and that, as they say, was that."
"Cool...
"It's kind of nifty to be able to do something like that,
isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah." Gale was quick to concur. "It sure is."
"So, was that the extent of it? Or, did you do what I did
when I first realized that I was sort of a self-contained,
walkin', talkin', ladies fashion designer slash fashion consultant
slash magical seamstress slash model, all rolled into one pretty
nifty package, if I do say so myself?
"I mean to tell you, Gale. I was like that proverbial kid in
a candy store that you're always hearing about. Like a fiend, I
went about the house collecting every magazine I could lay my
hands on. Carting them all back upstairs and dumping them on the
bed, I began flipping through the pages of first one and then
another, until I found a picture of a woman wearing something
that, shall we say, tickled this male oriented fancy of mine.
Finding something that I thought I might like, I'd changed into a
reasonable facsimile of what the woman in the picture was wearing,
and proceed on to modeled it for myself.
"Hell. Would you believe that the next day I actually went
so far as to order a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog in order to
further indulge that new found proclivity of mine to more or less
tease, titillate, and there by, seduce myself?
"So, I guess what I'm asking is: did you do something
similar? Or, did you wait until you got home to try out this,
what appears to be, new and nifty magical talent of yours?"
Gale, in response to her husbands inquiry, began somewhat
sheepishly, "Well, as much as I'd like to say that I had the
mental fortitude to hold off till I got home tonight, I can't."
"Oh. So, I take it that did a little experimenting while you
were at work?"
"No... I hate to say this, dear, but I didn't do a little
experimenting while I was at work today. As awful as this is
going to sound, I have to say that I did a lot of experimenting."
"You didn't."
"Oh... but I did..."
"Did anyone catch sight of you doing it?"
"No... Not that I'm aware of...
"That's to say that while I did it a lot, I was very careful
when and where I did it."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that.
"I mean, we've got a good thing going, Gale, and the last
thing you and I need is for someone to become overly curious."
"I agree. And, I promise that I won't ever do something like
I did today ever again. It's just too risky..."
"I'll say..." Dennis concurred.
"However, I do know what I going to do."
"And, what's that?"
"From here on out, I'm going to use this newfound ability of
mine to my best advantage. In others words, Den, I have full
intentions of becoming a fashion plate."
"Be my guest, honey. Since you've got it, you might as well
just go ahead and flaunt it."
"And, you'd best believe I have full intentions of doing just
that. Starting tomorrow, I going to go work dressed to the nines.
Plus, I will probably wear a different outfit each and every day
from here on out."
"Hey. While I really like you in that Bunny costume, how
'bout giving me a demonstration of this newfound ability of
yours?"
"Sure thing." Gale crisply replied, as she got up from her
chair. "I'd be more than happy to.
"Is there anything in particular that you would like to see
me in?"
"Oh, I can think of a few, but tell you what. Why don't you
just surprise me."
"Okay. Sure... I can do that.
"Ready? One. Two. Three. Blink."
In quick succession, Gale changed her attire, going from
Playboy Bunny, to French Maid, to scantly clad genie, to Dallas
Cowboy Cheerleader, to latex and leather bound dominatrix.
Adopting a new theme, she continued on to successively don the
togs of Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Batgirl and Catwoman. After
that, she took a more mundane tack, as she garbed herself in
various versions of the mini-shirted business suit. Striking,
tease-to-please casual attire followed that, ere Gale capped off
her dazzling and dizzying display with a mixed bag of beguiling
bathing suits and sock-it-to-me bedroom ware, before once again
opting for the satin eared, collared, cuffed, and cotton tufted
denizen of one of Hef's infamous Hutches.
"Wow." Dennis jubilantly declared. "Now, that was really
something."
"Oh. So, I take it that you liked that little demonstration
of mine?"
"I most certainly did. I thought it was absolutely
wonderful."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Especially so, since I must
have practiced that very same routine about a half a dozen times
before you walked in the door tonight."
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Later that night, after appeasing those damn near insatiable
sexual appetites of theirs, Gale reminded Kelly that she had
promised to try and effect a wardrobe change while not wearing
those magical high heels of hers. Reluctantly, and with a frown
on her face, Kelly got out of bed, and headed into the adjoining
bathroom. Plucking a bathrobe that was far to big for her
femininely form from off of the hook upon which it usually
resided, Kelly drew it on as she retraced her steps back into the
bedroom.
"Okay. Let's see if this is going to work. Ready? One.
Two. Three. Blink."
Gale did as Kelly directed, only to find that lover-girl of
hers decked out as she herself had been earlier that evening, save
that Kelly's Bunny costume was a brilliantly gleaming silver
satin, where as, her costume had been a shimmering and ever so
sexy black satin.
"Wow." Kelly exclaimed. "It worked. It actually worked."
"Oh, yeah. It most certainly did." Gale concurred. "And, I
must say, Kell, you do that Bunny outfit proud. Fact is, decked
out like you are now, you look good enough eat."
"Is that an offer?"
"No. It wasn't meant as one. However, since I not anywhere
near sleepy as yet, and since you've been a pretty good husband
here of late, I guess I could be nice, and do you again.
"So, sweetums," Gale replied, as she began patting the bed as
a visual indication for Kelly to rejoin her, "why don't you get
rid of that getup, and park that succulent tush of yours right
here alongside of me?"
"Sure thing." Kelly said, as she began to eagerly scamper
around to her side of the bed. "Ready? One. Two. Three.
Blink."
Kelly's gleaming silver Bunny costume was in that instant
magically transmogrified back into Dennis' bathrobe, which Kelly
soon shed as she scrambled in alongside of that wife and lesbian
lover-girl of hers.
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A little while later, as the two of them lay entwined within
the idyllic comfort of a shared embrace, Gale nuzzled Kelly's ear
and gently murmured, "I love you, Kell. I really, really love
you."
"And, I love you too." Kelly dreamily replied, ere she
continued on to impishly inquire, "I'd just like to know which one
of my sexual personas do you love more. Me, or that no account
husband of yours?
"Oh, let's not start that nonsense again. You know very well
that I love both the male you and the female you equally as well.
So, let's not go there tonight. Okay, Kell?"
"Sure... I was just wondering... That's all..."
"Wonder all you want. Just don't ever ask me that stupid
question again. Okay?"
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be." Kelly teasingly
smirked.
"Yes. That's how it's going to be.
"Now, would you please just do me a favor, and shut up?"
"And, if I don't, what are you going to do? Make me?"
"If I have to..." Gale was warming to Kelly's game.
"And, just how do you think you're going to be able to do
that?"
"Like this." Gale sardonically proclaimed, as she planted an
impassioned wet one full on Kelly's luscious lips, while at the
same time opening a second front by deftly inserting the nimble
middle finger of her right hand into the satin slick swath of her
husband's magically constituted womanhood.
Epilogue
Though his hands were plagued with rheumatism, Zebulon
Castigetta deftly slipped the body of the first of two black
kidskin pumps he had been working on that evening onto one of
several foot-shaped ironwood pedestals that he had carved during
his youthful days as an apprentice. As he did so, the long
retired shoemaker made an inquiry of his wife of some fifty or so
odd years, "So, tell me, Val. Since I suspect you've been
keeping abreast of what's been going on this evening, how are our
newest lovebirds fairing."
Looking up from the crystal ball she had been so intently
gazing into for the better part of the evening, Valentina
Castigetta casually replied, "If by newest, dear, you're referring
to Dennis and Gale Mallory, I'd say by the looks of things, the
two of them seem to be doing just fine."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that." The grizzled Zebulon somewhat
distractedly offered, as he picked up the as yet unattached
stiletto heel of the shoe he was working on, and began to once
again recheck its proper placement, prior to his actually gluing
it to the hindmost section of the pump's sensually arched sole.
"From everything you've told me about them, Val, they seem like
they're a nice couple."
"Trust me, Zeb, they are.
"Truth be told, they are absolutely perfect for each other."
"And, I take it that they've been making good use of those
very specialized pumps of ours?" Zeb inquired, as he gently laid
the stiletto heel upon his workbench
"They most certainly have."
"Good. I'm glade to hear that they are." he somewhat
distractedly replied, as slid his trusty glue pot out from under
the workbench's rear mounted tool shelf where it normally resided,
and into a much more easily accessible position on the workbench.
"By the way, has - Oh, what's his name? - figured out that he
doesn't actually need to be wearing the pumps anymore in order to
be able to change himself into a woman?"
"If by what's-his-name, you are referring to that nice young
man, Dennis Mallory, the answer to your question is no. He hasn't
figured that out as yet.
"However, thanks to a suggestion his wife made earlier this
evening, Dennis has finally discovered that he doesn't need to be
wearing those pumps of his in order to change from one female
outfit to another. So, I'd say that there's a good chance that he
might come to find that he also possess the magical wherewithal to
become a woman whenever he so desires, whether or not he's wearing
those magical pumps of his."
"You know, Val," Zeb continued thoughtfully, "I've been
thinking that maybe we ought to provide an instruction manual with
each pair of these rather unique shoes of ours."
"And take all the fun out of having our young gentlemen find
out how they work on their own?" Valentina Castigetta quipped. "I
think not. I, for one, like things just the way they are."
"Alright." Zeb, sounding a tad bit putout by his wife's
gently veiled rebuke, countered. "It was just a suggestion.
There's no need to get huffy about it."
"I wasn't getting huffy. And, I must say that I appreciate
the suggestion. Truth is, it's a good one. However, were we to
do as you suggest, and provide the recipients of our handiwork
with, what I guess you might now a days call a user's manual, that
explains all the ins and outs of how our pumps work, it would take
all the fun out it for me.
"Zeb, you ought to know by now, that I get a big kick
watching these young gentlemen of ours trying to figure these
things out for themselves.
"So, at least for the here and now of it, how 'bout we just
keep doing what we've been doing, and let these sexual seesawing
guy-gales of ours find out all the little particulars of how the
pumps' invested magic works all on their own..."
A few minutes later, having just completed the task of gluing
the splayed base of the seductively tapering stiletto heel onto
the awaiting pump, Zebulon made yet another inquiry of his wife,
"So, my love, did you by any chance look in on any of our other
recipients this evening?"
"Of course I did." Valentina chuckled. "Don't I always?"
"Well, of course you do, dear. But, it still doesn't hurt
for me to ask, now does it?"
"No... No, of course it doesn't..."
"So, do you have anything that I might find of interest for
you to tell me about?"
"Yes." Val's reply was edged with the eagerness of unbridled
excitement. "Now that you mention it, there most certainly is.
"The Grants - You remember. Joe and Beth Grant. - are
expecting their first child. Just this afternoon, Beth's
gynecologist confirmed the fact that she was indeed pregnant."
"She is, is she? That's great. I do believe from everything
you've told me about them, the two of them should make great
parents."
"Yes... I agree. I do believe they will at that..."
"So, by any chance did you look in on Paul and Janice
Meadows?" Jebulon asked, as he dabbed some glue on the base of yet
another unattached wickedly tapered stiletto heel.
"Funny you should ask about them, because, for some reason or
another, I did look in on them tonight."
"So, tell me. Is there anything new happening on that
front?"
"Yes, actually there is."
"Alright. Go ahead." Zeb encouraged, as he carefully
positioned the heel he had just applied glue to over the mate of
the pump he just finished affixing a heel to. "I'm all ears."
"Paul, or I probably should have said Paula, was just offered
a major role in a new movie that is slated to hit the theaters
sometime next summer."
"Well, when it comes out, we'll have to make sure we go see
it.
"So, I guess that'll put a crimp in that modeling career of
his," Zeb mused aloud.
"No... Not if Janice has anything to say about it, it
won't."
"Oh. That's right. Paula more or less put his wife's
modeling agency on the map, now didn't she?"
"She most certainly did. Without Paula, Janice's agency
would never have gotten off the ground. And without the huge
success of Janice's agency, those two would never have been able
to fund all those philanthropic endeavors that they do."
"Now, isn't that's the truth." Jeb quipped, as inspected his
handiwork.
"You know something, Val? I don't know how you do it, but I
must say that you sure have picked some very good young men to
receive these shoes of ours."
"First off, while it tickles my heart to hear you refer to
them as 'our' shoes, Jeb, in all reality they are really your
shoes. You're the shoemaker in the family, not I. All I do is
invest them with a little magically wherewithal before sending
them out into the world, where, with a little luck, they'll link
up with a deserving young man.
"And secondly, as I keep trying to tell you, I don't pick the
recipient. The pumps do that all on their own.
"In other words dear, it all boils down to magic..."
The End
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