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Well I can't really remember how all this happened it was one of those things that just spiraled out of control. I was pretty well like individual, although not one of the sports guru's that our school was in love with. No hockey, no football, no basketball, but cars that was my love, and restituted my life. Most of the school would bring their cars to me whenever they fell into problems, I didn't over charge that much and normally it was simple things oil changes and what not. My father had taught me a lot when I was younger but had passed away. But being Marc McCormick Jr wasn't such a bad thing. The trade was a good way for me to put together a nice little bank account. Being only about 5'7" and pretty skinny all the girls just fawned over me. Well ok they flirted when they needed something done and then took off. I lived in a normal suburban home with my mother and younger sister Ashley. The house was nice for the area three bedrooms one being for my older sister Crystal who was off at college following the tremendously difficult curriculum of sociology. My Mom worked pretty hard as a nurse and her hours were always changing. So for the most part of last couple years we raised ourselves and took care of the house so our mom could relax when she was off and didn't have to worry about things. When she was home she loved hanging out with our next door neighbors who she hit it off with as soon as they moved in eleven years ago. Miss Hildebrandt was divorced and received a huge settlement making her extremely rich and as a fashion consultant allowed her to travel a lot and our mother just loved to gab with her. She was always dressed as if going on a business venture or a night out Now Tiffany her daughter, she was a knockout, and I had a crush on her for the longest time. We were pretty good friends when she wasn't around her group or with one of her millions of boyfriends and of course I had a hard time telling a pretty girl that showed interest in me no. Many guys at school had talked and am sure fantasied about a night with both of them. It all began the first week of summer vacation of my junior year, 17 years old and not many good summers left. Tiffany like always asked if I could do some routine maintenance on her car. I was up at the crack of dawn cause am not much of a sleeper and the sooner I get a job done the sooner I can get paid. So closing up on her brand new mustang, as I saw Tiffany finishing up her morning jog. I couldn't help but stare at this 5'8" beauty in her tight little jogging suit, her beautiful breast bouncing up and down as she caught her breath walking towards me. "Up with sun hu?" Tiffany asked smiling at me as she approached the garage. "Well just wanted to get an early start to free up my day." I said smiling back. Sweeping my long brown hair to behind my ear. I was a big fan of rock music and kept it that way, to be a little different. "Is it all set?" "Pretty much just wiping things down, keeping it clean." "Thank you soo much hun, how much do I owe you?" She asked batting her eyes at me. "Eh, don't worry about it, you can get me back next time." "Aww you're too nice to me, do want to some breakfast, I can at least feed you." "Sure give me one second." I lowered the hood and followed her into house, I love watching her walk, it's like being in a hypnotic state. The house was a little bigger than ours, it having what seems like a larger downstairs, an extra bedroom, and a pool. The whole place was extremely clean as usual, lots of photos of their travel, tons of knick knocks and was well furbished to what seemed to be expensive. "So Tiff, where's your mom at?" I asked trying to act like I wasn't staring. "Oh she's out in Los Angeles this week for who knows what. So are waffles ok?" She asked grabbing a bottled water, and opening the freezer. "You can make waffles?" "Well eggos." She giggled a little. "That would be fine." Laughing. She did her thing pulling them out and turning on MTV, we made small talk about summer vacation, I was quite surprised she didn't have any real plans. I of course probably have nothing going on besides I might have to take Ashley to the mall every now and then. "So how's Donnie?" I asked knowing her boyfriend had to be over soon. "Don't get me started on that hockey nut! Oh my god did you know that I caught him with Tara over the weekend. I refuse to even talk to him" She was getting angry as she served up the waffles from the toaster, and sitting in the barstool next to me. I changed the subject back to something else as we ate. Luckily for me she calmed down as we chatted and watch some music news show, or something on pop culture. I was not much of a fan of pop music but she was heavily into it, and I enjoy her company. Right as she started cleaning up Katie Perry's new video came on. "Oh turn that up, I love this song!" Tiffany asked as she was rinsing the dishes off. "Really? I don't understand it, her voice isn't that great and she can't even dance." "Well she is wearing some pretty high heels, it's difficult to move around gracefully on the dance floor in heels like that if you're not use to them," she stated closing the dishwasher. "Please it can't be that hard, especially when you wear them all the time and crap." "Oh please, you wouldn't last one day in just wearing them, let alone dancing around like she has to." "Sure, if you say so," I responded sarcastically starting to hate myself over this petty argument. "Oh yeah, I bet you can't?" "Say again?" I was half confused and half trying to find a way out of the conversation. "Twenty four hours, you have to wear a pair for that long, no falling, no complaining, and no breaking a heel." "Wait are you suggesting that I wear high heels? Am a guy we don't wear them." "Well mister smarty pants I dare you!" she asked half smiling half smirking. "I don't think so, I've never worn them and how would I..." "I'll teach you! You wear a pair I pick out for you for one day till this time tomorrow, you don't do anything I already said and you can get my extra ticket to the Fall Out Boy concert in three weeks." She raised her eyebrow at me knowing it would be hard to turn her down. "I don't know." I was trying to think if it would be worth going on a date with her. "Come on you don't have anything going on today, but if you don't then you have to wear heels for a month, every day you come over here and will hang out and I get to watch you master them." I was now really intrigued either I go on a date with her, or I get to hang out every day I could see where this might not have a down fall. "Ok, I take your dare, but do you even have a pair that would fit me?" "Will see, I'll be back in like thirty minutes and then will get started." She smiled and headed upstairs. I sat back wondering what I had gotten myself into but it would be worth spending at least some time with her. She's always been friendly with me but the last couple years I mind as well lived in another city when it came to being part of her little entourage. I can't even count how many times I had jerked off thinking of her. I heard the water cut off upstairs, I had lost track of time running scenarios through my head, what to do at a concert with her. It can't be that hard to manage them for a day, I see her wear them all the time. She came back down wearing a jean skirt and pink top, carrying about three pairs of shoes in her hands. "Well I hope one of these fit or we may have to go get you a pair." She smiled and winked at me. Kneeling in front of me she took off my socks, and tried on the first pair and couldn't squeeze them on and wouldn't fit. She tried a pair of black ones with what I thought was a very slim heel, and slid them on with little difficulty. "There we go, those are my mom's so be very careful with them." She was smiling again and I could melt looking at her. "They kinda pinch my toes." "Oh hun, they always do at first, it takes a little getting used to." She slid the second one on my feet and arches felt strange as she stood up looking proud of herself. "Alright on your feet your time starts now, for the next twenty four hours those are your shoes, and I'll be damned if you're sitting down during all of this." She seemed to have a little enthusiasm to her smiling. I stepped off the stool and found my center of balance to be completely changed, it felt as if I was leaning forward and I would topple to a face plant. Much to Tiffany's credit though she was very helpful. I stabilized myself as I felt much of my weight shifted and learned to stand properly in them. Feet closer together, chest out arms at my side and to swing them correctly when moving. Like I never felt that walking needed so much effort. To keep my steps smaller was the hardest part, she even had me pick out a line on the wood floor and walk on it so I would "glide" more as went. I felt my hips sway a lot during this, and had to be reminded constantly to look up and forward not at the ground. My calves and feet started to burn, and my hips were a little uncomfortable too. But after about an hour I thought I was getting the hang of it, that's when we moved to her living room so I could learn how to walk on the carpet. It wasn't too much harder but the carpet would catch my heel so it took some more work. Then the stairs, making sure I could grab the rail and make sure my toe touched first so I wouldn't slide backwards. Up and down the stairs she was smiling the whole time, always correcting my form but still pleased at how I was doing. Her compliments made filling me with a certain sense of accomplishments. "Oh am sooo proud! You have a lovely walk, it still needs some work to be considered sexy but you have come much further in 3" heels then I thought you would." "Thanks I didn't realize..." "Eh, no need to go any further, come on let's get something to eat." We proceed to the kitchen talking about the end of school, our family while grilling up some chicken and vegetables. Dinner was nice as she asked how I liked to wear the heels and if she thought I could make it for a month. It was pretty uncomfortable to sit, I wasn't use to my foot being at such an angle and the fact that my knees were higher than normal, and my whole posture was set off by the fact I had high heels on. Tiffany was giving suggestions as far as sitting up in the chair minus slouching, she wanted me to cross my legs, but I was kinda against that, seeing many girls in class doing that, but crossing my ankles and angling them seemed to work, although it was a little uncommon for me at first. She suggested that we work something out so I could spend more time with her so she could make sure I was following through with the bet. She went over some the rules about me not being here and if she caught or heard that I was skimping on our bet that she would add another month and eventually it would lead in to the school year. This seemed a little pointless to me since most of the day was over, and after waking up a couple hours later and I could plan on this concert. It didn't bother me too much I couldn't go anywhere with them, I had to wear them when not in my own house even though she was trying to figure out how to get I could wear them there too. This seemed more like teasing to me than anything else just some playfulness from her. Cleaning up was quick and we settled in on the couch. She was surprisingly touchy feely with me something she never was before. Of course we were flirty but not all that much, this was a nice change of pace. Relaxing on the couch was a nice change of pace and gave my feet a chance to rest although the arc was still bothering me. She eventually ended up laying across me. Her head in my lap, this was starting to feel like the best idea that I've had in a long time. Finally after years of her friendship, helping her through some rough times, doing favors, and being a genuine friend; looked as if I may have a shot with her. This actually seemed worth it, so I got teased some about walking around in high heels, but no pictures were taken, no videos; just her and me some light teasing and a lot of instruction. Now here am spending more time with her clearly relaxed around me. "Make sure your family knows you're staying here tonight." She spoke softly still watching tv. Calling my sister telling her I was staying over with Tim a friend and guy that helps me out with cars when I do minor maintenance. I doubt she cared, but it will explain my absence to our mother and will keep me free of late night phone calls from her. "You should go clean up, take a shower, don't worry you can take them off in the there." She looked up at me smiling. How sad but all good things must come to an end. It was nice to just sit here, and give my feet and calves a break, but the cuddling she was doing was the part I didn't want to end, in fact could stay like this forever. Shifting off the couch, I had to readjust feeling the slim heel wanting to slip sideways underneath me. She giggled watching me almost face plant on the carpet. Smiling I headed upstairs, remember to hold on the banister and to go heel toe up so I didn't slip. I will give woman one things these shoes definitely redefine almost all movements and grace is definitely something that needs to be taken into account. It was the biggest relief of the day for my heel to finally touch the floor in the bathroom. It almost ached in pleasure. I stripped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower. Too bad all their soap and hygiene products were all for a female, all flowery, or fruity smell, I felt like I was in my sisters' bathroom again with all the products along the wall. With the running water and my head in the clouds from the events of the day I got startled when I heard the door open. "Hey, I got you a towel, and a different pair of heels for the night." I poked my head out looking at her holding a pair of pink mules with a bow on them. "Do I really need a pair for the night?" "Of course silly I said 24 hours, and it's not like we're going to sleep for a little bit so they are out here with a robe for you, when you're done." "Oh, thanks." Well I thought I was off the hook, too bad. I heard the door shut and lathered up. I figured the longer I was in here, the less that I would have to wear them, although I doubt she'll have any exercises for the rest of the day. Then something unexpected happen. I felt a hand on my chest and a warm body starting to press against mine. "Shh, don't turn around hun, just relax and turn off the water," Tiffany whispered into my ear. I could feel her lathering something on me. Her hands ran smoothly all over my body from the bottom of my ankles to just under my neck. It felt so nice her hands all up and down my body. "Mmmm, that feels great, Tiffany," I said with my head leaned back and eye closed. "It's ok, just let it set for a second." "What is it?" I asked with her playing with my hair. "It's Nair," she responded. I felt a chill run down my spine as she said that. Like I kinda wanted to go into panic mode. "It's gonna be alright, I love a smooth body, hair is just so yucky, and lots of different kind of guys remove their body hair. And I was thinking, maybe you should stay with me up in my room. I wouldn't want you wandering around down stair without your shoes" I could hear her grin. The foam was burning nothing like a stove but kinda like a burn under the skin. She kept me calm by rubbing my shoulders. If it wasn't the fact that she was removing all my body hair this would top being downstairs. She reached around me and turned the water back on. This felt great, the stingy being relieved by the warm water. Her hands went back to work with a cloth in her hands. I watched hair I had go down the drain. She still wouldn't let me turnaround all though I could feel her pressing up on me. I did everything I could to think of something else when her hands were on my inside thighs. She knew how to keep me on edge all too well. "I hope you enjoyed that hun, there's some lotion on the sink for you. It will help the itching. I also brought you a nightie and robe, to go with your mules." "Why did you bring that in here, and what about removing all my..." I was asked completely confused by the turn of events. I started to turn around, as she pointed my head back towards the faucet. "Because silly, I can't have boys in my room, and boys don't wear chemise, and it wouldn't look right with all that yucky hair. Besides, I think your friend is turned on from the wash down." She said kissing my ear. Tiffany stepped out of the shower then out of the bathroom. I only caught a quick view of her from the backside as the door closed behind her. Well not exactly how I thought this was gonna go but I didn't have a change of clothes either. And who knows, I mean sleeping up in her room. Hmmm, I had heard stories but was never really sure. I know how guys love to exaggerate their conquests, but she has been friendly and naked. I stepped out and dried myself off, and applied the lotion. Once again it became quite excited and a little cold on now being hairless, this is all new territory to me. Knowing Tiffany for years and never has she been this friendly with me, never has she pressed up against me let alone her naked body. Crossdressing was never a thing to me, ya you see the occasional joke on a sitcom, or perhaps it's in the news where you hear a tragic story, but I've never considered it outside of maybe a joke for someone. Now am here hairless and she brought what looks like a really slinky top, and no bottoms. In fact it's just this pink silky shirt like thing with some kind of embroidery up on the edge of the chest and around the bottom hem, with very thin straps. With matching g string panties. Ok maybe she grabbed these by mistake. No worries I'll just grab my... where are my clothes. This can't be right. I figured she just made a mistake, so I cracked open the door, and called down. "Um, Tiffany I think you may have grabbed my underwear by mistake." I was waiting patiently as I heard a little noise when she appeared just out of the crack of the door. She had on a baby blue robe that was incredibly short on her and showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage." "No, sweetie I grabbed everything so it could be washed. Besides I left you them chemise, and panties cause they match better." A little too perky if asked me. "Wait, you want me to...:" "Yes, hun. I want you to slip on the panties and chemise. Boxers wouldn't look right with them and I told you I can't let a guy into my room. Guys don't wear that stuff so I think will be safe. Now hurry up." There was a devilish smile to her now. Still, the high heels, removing my body hair, and now am to wear her night things. Not that any guy would of bragged about this, but these are not the stories that flow through the locker rooms at school. I grabbed the slim pink panties, I did my best to convince myself that this was no big deal. I had to look at them twice to figure out which was the front, guys normally had that pouch in the front, and I hadn't worn tightie whities in years. Taking a deep breath I pulled them up and adjusted them on my hips. This felt really erotic, the soft, silky material on my now smooth skin was quite a sensation. It felt erotic and wrong at the same time. It didn't help when all of a sudden I couldn't stop thinking that these were Tiffany's. That was like the end of it, I was instantly getting hard. Like the front was now pushing straight out and in full view from the top. Well this is embarrassing. I slip the top on trying, have a little difficulty with the thin straps, but adjusting it in place. A little embarrassed at how well it actually all fit. Outside of the waistband stretching out from my erection it all seemed to fit remarkably well. I slipped my feet into the fuzzy mules, these felt a bit higher than what I was wearing all day, when all of a sudden the door came flying open. "My lord I thought u were doing your hair there for a second." She teased me bursting into the bathroom. "Well that fits you nicely.' She smiled looking me up and down. "Well, we're gonna have to do something about your friend here. I can't have this unsightful bulge in the front.: She reached down into the front of my panties and wrapped her well-manicured hands around my cock. "I was afraid of this would happen." She smiled at me and slowly started to jerk me off, her other hand pulled the panties down a little further. She looked me right in the eyes as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. I felt like I was losing my balance when she nudged me on to the toilet seat, and kneeled in front of me. "You're a little bigger than I thought." Responding was just not in the cards. Not going to lie this was the first time a girl had done this for me. I told you 5'7" and skinny, girlfriends are few and far between. "Tell me you like this." I tried to answer, I really did. But she was better at this than I was. I even tried to hold back but it didn't stop me, I blew it. Eyes closed if front of a girl I had a crush on for years, and I blew, and it felt like I wasn't going to stop. "Well, there you go sweetie. Now you'll look better in the front." I opened my eyes and she was still on her knees and had toilet paper wrapped around my head cleaning it up. "Oh my god, am so sorry, I just..." She put her index finger over my lips. "It's fine hun, I see something here really turned you on." I felt so embarrassed in front of her. "Am just glad you didn't make a mess of things." She finished cleaning me up, and threw the toilet paper in the trash can. "Maybe next time hun." She smiled and pulled me to my feet, adjusting the panties into place, and wrapped her hands around my now limp cock again. Once again staring me straight in the eyes and grinning, as I felt her push on my testicles, and then pulled my penis downwards, before she pulled the front into position. "There that looks much" She said looking me in the eyes. "Um, I don't know..." I stuttered. "It's fine babe, I just hope you're more relaxed now. I like you in heels, you're a bit taller like this." She was biting her lower lip now. "Ya, do you..." "Come on sweetie, let's go down stairs so I can comb your hair before it dries and tangles up on you." She wrapped her pink robe around me tying the front, the lace hem of the chemise was peeking out of the bottom. It was so different, just like the shoes I didn't know clothes could make such a big difference. The hem of kept teasing the top of my hairless legs, to the point where it was almost tickling me. The lace felt weird, along with having the top hang so low, it felt almost like it was too big. I was trying to steady my thoughts to earlier, to not screw up going down the stairs. Keeping full knowledge she kept looking back and smiling at me. We get to the bottom of the stairs and before we make it into the living room, I remembered. "I can't go in there," I stated, freezing in place. "What's wrong hun?" "The windows in the front, you can see straight in," I said in my fear ridden voice "Oh, hun, no one's gonna look in. And if they do, they'll just see me hanging out with another girl." She giggled pulling me in. "Wait what?" "Well, you are wearing my robe dear, and with your long hair and smooth legs. The first impression will be am here with another girl. Besides no one is coming over, and there are no cameras. Am not out to embarrass you hun." "You really think that?" I asked giving her a quizzical look. "Honestly hun, you could pass very well as girl. With some touching up. Well with the exceptions in the chest region." She began to giggle. "But don't worry hun, it's just the two of us have a seat and I'll comb out your hair." This was starting to get weird on me. She guided me over to a four legged chair that seemed to be more for decoration, sat me down. "No hun, sweep the skirt under you so it doesn't get wrinkled" I looked at her and sat as she told me to. "Will work on that" I raised an eyebrow to her as I crossed my legs. She put on, one of her shows that I've never seen, and didn't pay attention to at all as she started brushing out my hair. "You have really nice hair hun, it's soft, and thick. You have no idea what some girls would give to have this." "Um thanks, I have to ask but is this really necessary?" "Look, am not allowed to have boys over, and if someone drives by or a neighbor see's you they'll think am here with a friend and not you. I don't get into trouble you don't get into trouble we both win." "I know but I feel pretty funny." "Why is that? Is it cause the clothes are mine? I didn't have time to go out and get you your own." "No it's not that, just it's pink and pretty girly." "Which was the point. I explained this to you already. Besides it's just clothes. Guys wear silk boxers, and shirts, it's really not much different than what you're wearing now. Anyways you have hot legs, and a cute butt you mind as well show them off." She continued smiling, enjoy the torment I was going through. "I didn't realize guys did this to get..." Aww crap there goes my mouth again. "Guys? What guys? What are you talking about?" She stopped now, I can tell shes getting upset. "Nothing, forget it." I have to get out of this. " No, what where you gonna say? Tell me." This time she had moved in front of me with her hands on her hips and cocked. If I didn't think I was about to be in serious trouble I would be turn on. Her voice has been the most forceful I had seen in a long time. "It's nothing seriously." "Ok, you have 30 seconds before I throw you out looking like this. And you can explain to your family what you're wearing." Now threatening me. She'd never threatened me before. "It's just from the rumors I've heard..." I was now stammering for words to not offend an already pissed off neighbor that I really always get along with. "What that am a slut? That I sleep with all these guys? That I have a parade of boys coming through this house all of the ready to ravish me and my uncontrollable sluttiness?" I was lost for words now. I really didn't mean for her to get all pissed off. "Well?" "Listen Tiffany what you do is your business..." Am trying to get out of this with my wits intact. "That's your answer? It's not your business but you're judging me on what how many boyfriends I've had? Tell me have you ever thought about why I've had so many..." She was still visibly angry but now starting to tear up. "I swear am so sick of immature." I stood up quickly almost losing my balance and she embraced me in a hug. "Tiffany, am serious I don't care, I never really gave it a thought outside of..." She looked at me her beautiful blue eye now red and swelling up. She pulled me over to the couch and began to sit. "No! Like I showed you!" Her frustration now appearing out. I readjusted and put my knees together, swept the skirt underneath me this time. Anything to calm her down. She was now shaking her head, and a tear slipping down her face. "None of it's true." She stated after some silence and only the tv going on. "I've never slept with anyone in our school. I couldn't' even get the chance if I even thought about it." She looked me dead in the eye when she said that I knew she couldn't be lying" "Who said..." She looked away again. "I really can't remember Donnie, Brad, Jeff I know he talked about how well you gave blow jobs." "Fuck them, I could see her getting pissed again. Do you believe them?" She was very serious at this point. "Tiffany, if you said you didn't then I'll take it that you didn't you have no reason to lie to me. I've known you too long not to take you at your word. Guys embellish." "You know, it's not like I didn't want to but every guy thinks come the third date I have to just whip their dick out..." She now had her head on my shoulder. "Am sorry, am just so tired of the rumors." She put her hand on my thigh. I was trying to stay in her mood, and not turned on. 'Am sorry about earlier hun. I shouldn't have..:" "It's ok, just let it out." I was trying to reassure her as we leaned back a little. "Can I ask you something though? Hopefully without getting upset." Trying not upset her again. "What is it?" Her voice trying to get caught up as she used a tissue to clean up her face. "Earlier, when we were in the bathroom. I have you." She shift a little forward and started me right in eyes, still puffy from the crying she had just gone through. "Given a guy a hand job? Yes. But not with any guy in school, they always ended up leaving before I'll allow anything like that to happen. I want it to mean something, if it's with someone I care about. I don't want to be like some of the girls and just be their little trophy, how is that a relationship. Am not like Amy, who is happy to give it up." She paused. "Am sorry, I guess I got carried away upstairs..." She was trying to put on her smile again. "Sorry? About what?" "I hope I didn't lead you on, I guess I kinda got caught up in the moment. Please don't tell anyone. I promise I won't on you." "Tell who what? Tiffany, that was incredible I can't tell you how many times I ..." I had to stop myself. This has already been too good to be true and I didn't want to mess up anything now. For as strange as this day has been. As weird as my current situation is at the moment. Screwing this up would be disastrous. "It's fine besides you could tell everyone how I spent the day in your shoes and ended up in your night things." I did my best to say it as a joke to her. "It's called lingerie dear." She giggled a little. "And you do look pretty good, I think pink could be your color." She smiled, that million dollar smile again at me genuinely. "Wait one sec, will you." I nodded softly, as she rose up and walked out of the room. This has been too strange, am sitting here in her underwear, well lingerie. And just went through what I think was an emotional breakdown only thirty minutes after she jerked me off. This has been a lot to processes. What did she mean by a not a virgin but not with anyone from school. I could hear her come back into the other room, and shuffle some things around in the other room. Trying to process it this, and clear my mind was starting to weigh in on me. "Blake Lively is so hot. I would love to look like her," she said looking a bit cleaned up as she reentered the room. "Sorry, I threw your clothes in the dryer. Turn around let me put your hair up so it will dry faster.' Sitting down next to me. Grabbing my hair, I could feel her smooth it out and pull it up in to what felt like a pony tail but higher. "There that should be good for tonight. I hope you don't mind but it will keep it off your back while it dries and won't ruin the robe. You know, your skin is really nice what kind of moisturizer do you use?" she asked as I readjusted to her. "None, I don't at all." "Hmm, well it's super soft, is it always like that?" "Um, ya pretty much I guess, never really gave it much thought to be honest." "Well aren't you lucky." She adjusted herself at one, and gestured for me to cross my legs. I really had to be a site now. We enjoyed her show, I guess she was bingeing a season of Gossip Girl. I had a hard time following it at first but caught on quickly. My feet we're aching at this point all day long, in these things, plus my hip was starting to get a little sore since I wasn't use to sitting like this. I tried to take my mind off from all this by catching peeks of her. The blue robe she had on was extremely short, and was starting to show a very generous amount of leg. The top was barely tied, giving a nice view on top. She's just too beautiful, not to mention how touchy feely she had been earlier in the night I had to focus on something else. But what the pain in my feet? I can't say anything, I'll end up wearing these things for a month and miss out on my date. I can't think of her cause am struggling with keeping myself from getting another erection. So I guess the show. It was I guess interesting I had a hard time following the first couple episodes. Tiffany would comment on one being a bitch, or their clothes, shoes. A few episodes later and I guess she was tired enough. "Am not up to starting season three right now? Do you want to go to bed?" She asked standing and stretching out. "Um ya, I guess." I tried to come back to reality and out of my zoned out state. "How do you like it?" She smiled over at me, knowingly. "Um, am not gonna lie I had a hard time following it." Anything at this point to not continue to watch it and get out of these shoes. "Am sorry, maybe I should of started over. I know how hard it can be to pick up in the middle, let alone the middle of a season. "She was pulling down shades and closing the blinds. "Ya that has to be it," I lied. What else could I do? I did my best to get up and stretch a little without stumbling, or cause the chemise to ride up too far. It was so short, it only fell a few inches from my butt, and the robe was even shorter. This clothing thing can really be a pain I wonder how she got used to it. I hadn't even realize she stepped out. Great, where do "Well, I think it's time to hit the hay what do you think." Appearing from the doorway holding my recently washed clothes in one arm reached out and took me by the hand and lead my out of the room turning off the lights. Going upstairs much easier than going down, I just had to remember to lift my leg a little higher so the heel wouldn't miss I go backwards. "Which room do you want me to stay in?" There's like three or four bedrooms in this house. "Mine of course. I didn't dress you like that so you could sleep by yourself silly boy." She smiled back at me and led me to her room. It's pretty much how I would imagine it would be a light blue color, but all the trim and doors were white, with a hint of black along with most of the furniture. The curtains had some blue embroidery on them. A white fuzzy rug in the middle of a light colored hardwood floor. Stuffed animals on some shelves along with books. I have to admit it's probably what most girl's rooms looked like. Fairly clean, except for the top of her dresser and vanity. And what looks like the clothes she wore earlier on the floor. "Sorry it's a mess, am gonna put your stuff by the vanity." She gently placed them on the chair next to her vanity. She must have over a hundred things of make up over there. Brushes, and all kinds of things over there. "Well tomorrow you can grab them and change about 9:30, that's when we started today, so that's when you can change tomorrow. " "Ya that sounds fine." I really didn't want to argue, I figured this would get me in bed sooner and out of these shoes for the night. "Though I think, I might wear them, and we can find you something cute in my closet. Am sure we can find something nice to show off your legs." She teased this time. At least I hoped. "Ya I think my jeans will be fine." Trying to be playful back to her. "Suit yourself love, you really do have nice legs, kinda thin for a guy but am guess you don't work out that much." "Ya, not really." "Ok, well you can take those things off now. Hope you got a small taste on what a girl goes through." "Am not sure many wear them for as long as I did today." "Oh you'd be surprised dear I've gone through a harder days, of sidewalks, and office building, the mall. You'd be surprised how many challenges there can be if you're not use to them. But you handled them very well, and little complaining. Maybe I should have made you dance." She smiled and winked at me as she took off her robe and put it on the chest at the foot of her bed. "Come on hun, I'll throw the tv on for a little bit." I slipped off my pink robe and tossed it on top of hers, and placed the mules by the side of the bed. Let's hope I don't forget about them in the morning. She was already getting comfortable in bed when I pulled the sheets away and slid in. They were really soft, and cold against my new hairless body. I look forward to it starting to grow back. "You know, going back to our earlier conversation, you're the only guy to have slept in this bed." She was now positioned on her side looking at me. "I don't know how you want me respond to that." She just smiled and put her hand on my thigh. This set my body on fire. I thought I might start to sweat. "I just want you to know Marc. It may not seem like it all the time but you are special to me, and more a cheap mechanic. I've always enjoyed our conversations." She clipped off the light and moved in closer to me. "Thank you Tiffany, I've always enjoyed your company..." Trying to play it cool and let things play out before I am tossed out of the room. "Marc, do you have a crush on me?" she asked not even looking at me. "Yes, but I promise only for about six years. She turned towards me. "Aww, why didn't you tell me." Innocently "Come on, you didn't know." "I guess subconsciously." She moved her hand up my thigh. "What about you?" I asked enjoying the attention. There was silence, am not sure if she was avoiding the question, or actually fell asleep but when I looked over her eyes were closed. She looked just as beautiful asleep, pretending or not, as she did awake. Her hand still on my smooth thigh. I have to admit as much as weird as this day got. It was worth it to end like this, even if I wasn't getting anything out of it.