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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 11
By Sandy Paris
Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was
experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife. Chris tries out
his new ballet boots and goes out to dinner, as a guy.
Chapter 32 - Ballet boots practice
The following week was a bit crazy with work and social events. That
weekend I did some maintenance work outside the house and did mundane
tasks like servicing the cars and shopping. There was little or no
chance to dress, apart from underwear and a nightdress.
On Monday evening I got home with the intention of getting dinner ready
when someone rang the doorbell. It was a parcel for Victoria. There
were no clues as to the contents of the carton so I stuck it on the side
table.
We had eaten dinner and were moving to the lounge when Victoria noticed
the parcel that I had forgotten.
Victoria's face lit up when she saw the carton and she clearly knew what
was in the package. She turned to me and said: "I suggest that you go
and put on your black skirt. You don't need anything else." That left
me puzzled.
As I walked back into the room I saw them. A pair of ballet boots.
They were black patent with a lace up front and would be just above
ankle length. They had heels! It was obvious that when worn the very
narrow heels and the very tips of the toes were going to be the only
things in contact with the ground. Then I let out a little laugh which
caused Victoria to look at me quizzically.
I explained about the toes and the heels being the only things that
would be in contact with the ground but what made me laugh was the
thought that followed. My backside would probably in contact with the
ground quite frequently as well!
She laughed as well. Then she looked at me and asked, "What do you
think?"
"I think that they looked sexy and very intimidating. And they have
little padlocks."
"Yes they do but I will give them to you along with the key. I have no
intention of keeping you prisoner in these. Would you like to try them
on?"
That last question did not really need to be asked. "Yes please."
I sat on the couch and Victoria put the right one on first. It was
obviously going to stretch my calves and that it would take time to
adjust to that. She added the left one. They fitted okay, it was just
the angle of my foot.
"Hang on I'll get a chair," she said as she brought a straight backed
dining room chair and stood it next to where I was seated on the couch.
She had left it with the back closest to me and that allowed me some
support as I stood. I did not let go of the support but I stood for at
least 30 seconds before I had to collapse back onto the couch.
"I'm sorry love but that was painful. I managed to get up okay which
was a surprise in itself but I will need to get used to the angle of my
foot before I can put my weight onto my toes. I will try, I promise."
"I know that you promised and I know that it will take time. I was
shocked that you managed to stand at all. The best thing might be to
try and wear them for a while each evening to adjust to them."
"I think that you are right."
"Do you want to take them off now?"
"No. That is not going to help me to adjust and not really giving it my
best effort as I promised. They look good don't they?" I asked.
"Okay, keep them on as long as you feel is okay. And, yes the do look
good. And, your legs looked as sexy as hell. I'm so fucking hot that if
I could get you to the bedroom I would abuse you."
"I'm virtually lying down." I moved round on the couch so that I was
lying down. "If you wanted to lose the knickers I have a willing
tongue...." That is how we spent the next 30 minutes.
"Are you still okay? Victoria asked.
"I'm more than okay after that, although I may need to take care of
myself later," I replied.
"I meant with the boots, stupid."
"No leave them a bit longer yet."
I managed 75 minutes that first time. I was partly proud and partly
disappointed. I really did want to be able to stand in them but that
would take some time. We did go to bed early and went to sleep much
later.
Over the next few nights I wore the boots whilst sitting around and
watching TV. I was okay wearing the boots. I practiced standing using a
chair for support and whilst I improved I could not stand for long. On
Friday evening I managed to walk to the toilet in the boots whilst
holding onto every piece of furniture or a wall along the way. It was
not very elegant.
On Saturday I did some domestic chores and then went to my laptop to do
some work. I decided to put the boots on. Wearing them whilst sitting,
with my chair at its highest setting stretched the legs a lot. I had to
take them off after a couple of hours as there were other things that I
had to do, but I wore them again during the whole evening, taking them
off just before bedtime.
We stayed in bed late on Sunday morning and when we go up Victoria
packed for her week away. I was dressed casually in the sweater dress,
light make-up and I wore the knee length boots.
When Victoria came into the kitchen she said, "I like the casual look it
suits you. I hope that you remembered that you were going to drop me
off at the station."
I had forgotten.
"Well you could go like that, you would be in the car and no one would
see you."
"No way," I replied.
Victoria was due to leave and I said that I would go and change. "I
dare you."
I found a steely determination from somewhere. I did go to change. I
took off the boots and put on a pair of trainers. When I walked back
into the kitchen Victoria laughed. "What is that?"
"Well I can't drive in heels and I don't have any flat shoes so it had
to be these. It's going to be hard enough to do this without also
having to drive in heels for the first time."
"Okay. But they are guy's trainers, you need to sort that."
I took Victoria to the railway station and we hugged in the car before
she left. I drive home alone terrified that I would be stopped, the car
would break down or some other incident would occur. The relief when I
made it home was incredible but I had an erection. The excitement had
caused it. Perhaps I did crave more.
I went to the bedroom and collected the ballet boots. Then I went to
the treadmill that was folded away in a corner of the study and which
had not been used for a long time. I sat and put the boots on then
stood using the supports for the treadmill and hanging on tightly
started the machine at a very slow pace. I could move!
I managed just a few minutes before I stopped and then sat down. I
could manage a few minutes walking and then had to sit for about twice
as long to ease the pressure on my toes and recover from the physical
effort. I stayed at it for about two hours before changing shoes and
heading to make a snack. Whilst making food I realised that I had cut
down on the amount that I ate. The corset controlled that when I was
wearing it, but losing a few pounds made it fit more comfortably.
I went back to the treadmill, changed the position of the TV so that I
could watch it whilst using the torture devices and tried again. After
half an hour I went and changed out of the dress. I realised that I did
not have anything really suitable but slipped on the skater skirt.
Jess phoned me for a chat and we agreed to have dinner together on
Wednesday evening. Victoria called to say that she had arrived safely
and to ask how I was. I told her about my return home and feelings of
fear and elation. I did not mention the boots.
By 10.30pm I was exhausted. I had managed to reach 14 minutes walking
in the ballet boots. In some respects I was disappointed but actually I
had achieved a lot. I removed every trace of femininity showered and
went to bed naked. I fell asleep very quickly.
I was working the next day and set off to visit a couple of client's
hair salons. About lunchtime I was heading back through the mall to
collect my car and head to my office when I realised that I was walking
past the shoe shop where I had tried on the shoes. I paused at the
window and when I looked up my eyes met the sales assistant Natalie who
was looking out of the window. She had recognised me and waved. I went
weak at the knees but it was no use, I had been spotted and she knew my
secret. She walked towards the door and said: "Hi, I did not mean to
embarrass you. I have thought about you and your partner buying those
shoes and have wondered how you have got on and if you have worn them.
It's none of my business I know."
I took a deep breath. "I have managed fine, they all fit nicely and I
have worn them several times. Thank you for asking and thank you for
your discretion."
"Is there anything else that I can help you with?" I was about to say
no when Victoria's remarks about my trainers came to mind.
"Yes there is I need a pair of trainers, please."
We went towards the rear of the shop and Natalie indicated the displays.
She pointed out a basic white, fairly plain pair. "No, I would like
something a little more girly." That drew a look of surprise but she
turned and pointed to a pair of purple coloured trainers covered in
sparkles.
"These might be a bit OTT?" she said and turned towards other shoes. I
looked at the ones she had pointed out. They looked like proper
trainers it was just the colour and decoration.
"No. I would like to try them." Ten minutes later I walked to my car
with a shoe bag under my arm feeling proud of myself and just a little
turned on.
When I reached my office I looked at the shoes. I would be able to do
some keep fit in girly mode. Then I thought about clothes. Within 15
minutes I had been on to the internet and placed an order for a sports
bra, a black exercise top, a cropped exercise top in purple, a pair of
long black exercise leggings that had panels that looked like stockings,
another pair of knee length ones also in purple and some white ankle
high socks with a turn over frill. I thought about a leotard but
dismissed that idea.
I exercised in the ballet boots that evening and really tried hard. I
managed a bit longer walking each time. I could manage going to the
toilet and back or to the kitchen for a drink and back, whilst not
removing the boots, but not both together.
Tuesday was uneventful but when I got home the parcel was there. I
tried on the sports bra and found that it was very comfortable. Of
course I inserted the breast forms. The exercise leggings fitted well
and made my legs look good. I did notice that my legs were very white
but I wore hosiery almost every day. The exercise tops were close
fitting as well. The crop top showed my navel chain and I noticed that
although these outfits were feminine and I had a good figure that my
waist was still a little thick without the corset. I decided to wear
the black clothes, slipped on a pair of black knee highs and the ballet
boots. When I wore these I liked to sit for ten minutes or so to get
used to them before trying to stand. I used this time to do my makeup
and out on the short black bobbed wig. I changed my earrings for some
long ones that would swing as I walked. I looked good.
I went to the kitchen, made a snack and headed for the treadmill. I
exercised until quite late and managed 25 minutes as my longest session.
Whilst resting it occurred to me that I could probably get away with
wearing the ballet boots for a weekend and I was unlikely to be walking
for as long as 30 minutes without a break. I was pleased with my
efforts but vowed to keep up the effort.
The next day I worked hard. Jess and I went back to my house to change
for dinner. "What do you plan on wearing tonight Chris?" Jess asked.
"Tonight I will be wearing a smart suit to take out a very beautiful
young lady," I replied.
"Oh I wondered if you were brave enough to go out as Melissa?"
"No not tonight." I laughed. "Tonight I am going to be your big brother
or boyfriend. If you meet someone that you know I will leave it up to
you to introduce me." She laughed.
When she came through to the kitchen I was stunned, once again she
looked gorgeous. A beautiful knee length blue dress with a floaty
skirt, long legs in matching blue hosiery and blue sky scraper heels.
Her hair, back to a dirty blonde, was piled on top of her hair. Her
make-up was flawless. "Will I pass?"
"My goodness. You are astonishingly beautiful and I will be very proud
to be seen out with you. Where did you get that dress?"
"Victoria told me about some of her charity shop finds and I scoured a
few last weekend. You look quite dashing yourself. We need a picture
to show Victoria."
I sent Victoria a picture of the two of us via my phone and a few
minutes later got a message back from her. 'Behave yourself tonight.
She is very beautiful and so are you.'
We went to a classy restaurant and we did get quite a few admiring
looks, well Jess did. We had a great meal and a good chat. Then we
went to a nearby pub and she was the star attraction, perhaps a little
overdressed, but there were plenty of men's tongues hanging out and I
suspect a few women's. One guy did try his luck whilst I was at the
toilet and I returned to hear her rejecting his advances. She had
clearly seen me approaching from behind me and raised her voice. "Thank
you for your kind invitation but my boyfriend is behind you and we will
be leaving in a few minutes so that we can go home to fuck each other
senseless for hours."
I smiled at her and him as he turned to see me. Jess picked up her bag
hooked my arm and said loud enough for those around to hear. "Come on
darling I'm as randy as hell." With that she escorted me to the door. I
struggled to keep a straight face. She managed a little better, at
least until we got outside.
We got a taxi back to my house. I asked Jess "Are you going to change
before you go home?"
"I suppose I ought to, if he sees me dressed like this he will have a
fit."
"Jess I do not want to insult your dad but he should be so proud to see
his beautiful daughter. You are funny, hard working and very talented I
just wish that he appreciated you. You can stay the night with me if
you would like to."
"Can I really? I would love that."
When we got back to the house Jess phoned her Dad and I spoke to him to
reassure him. He was not happy but I suspected that he was pretty
drunk.
Jess went to the spare room to change and I went to get her something to
wear to bed. When I got to the bedroom she was sitting in her underwear
on the end of the bed crying. I had never seen her in her underwear and
was astonished at just what an amazing body she had.
I sat beside her and put my arm around her. She snuggled in close to
me. "What is wrong?" I asked.
Between sniffles she replied: "I thought that I looked really good
tonight and I wish that my Dad would be proud of me. I had a great
evening with a lovely man who treated me like a princess. I love you,
not sexually, I just love you. Your wife is a lucky woman. I would
steal you." She started to laugh and I asked why she was laughing. "I
would rather steal her from you and go to bed with her."
"Really?" I responded.
"Yes, you know I have, had, a crush on her, but I also know that she is
not for me so don't worry. Also I value the friendship that you two
have shown me far too much to ruin that."
We ended up lying back on the bed together with my arms wrapped around
her. She sniffled for a while then reached up and kissed me squarely on
the lips and put her head back on my shoulder and was asleep almost
instantly. I was stunned and flattered. After about 10 minutes I tried
to move. She opened one eye and said, "Go and get undressed and come
and hold me. I promise that I will behave myself."
I was shocked but I knew that she had no bad intentions. I slipped
away, pulled on a T shirt and boxers and went back to the spare room.
She had slipped out of her underwear except for her knickers and had
pulled on the T shirt that I had left for her. The edge of the duvet
was turned back and she welcomed me with open arms. I got close to her
and she looked into my eyes, kissed me again and said, "Goodnight."
With that she fell asleep.
It took me some time to get to sleep but I did so with Jess wrapped
around me. There was nothing sexual here, just love and someone needing
comfort.
I woke in the morning to find the other side of the bed empty. I was
trying to work out why I was in the spare room when the door opened and
there stood a tousled but beautiful girl in a T shirt holding a mug of
tea. "Good morning. Thanks for holding me last night I needed someone.
I'm sorry for behaving like that."
"Hello to you. Thanks for the tea. You don't need to apologise, you
behaved impeccably and so did I. I understand and let's face it if I
was that sort of person I could brag about having slept with the second
most beautiful girl in the world. We only 'slept' together but most
people would believe that I was implying more than that if I told them."
"Thank you for the compliment. I won't tell anyone and not Victoria. I
don't want to get you in trouble."
"You won't get me in trouble. I will tell Victoria and be honest about
it. We do not have secrets."
We both got dressed and set off to work. I didn't see Jess after we got
to the salon.
That evening I was dressed in exercise gear and on the treadmill when
Victoria phoned me. "Hi darling what are you up to?"
I stopped exercising and sat down. "I was getting some exercise."
"What on earth, you exercising?"
"Yes I thought it would be a good idea. I have also been practising
with the boots. How are you?"
"I'm good, work is going well. Gina and I are having long talks a few
laughs and sorting out the world. What about you, how was dinner last
night?"
"I'm good, work is just the same. Dinner was great and we had a good
time last night. You would have seen the photo that I sent. Jess
looked a million dollars."
"Yes she did and you looked pretty good yourself."
"Victoria. I have something to tell you." I then told her what
happened in the pub and when we got back home, the fact that Jess stayed
the night and how we slept. "Nothing happened honestly"
"I know all about it and it is okay." I was stunned what did she know
and how?
"What?"
"Jess sent me a text message this morning soon after she got to work and
asked if she could call me later in the day. I was a bit worried but so
busy that I did not have time to speak to her until lunch-time. She
called me and told me about the evening, her being upset, and how you
held her, comforted her and all of the rest. She says that you were a
wonderful big brother and that I was lucky."
"Nothing happened I promise you."
"I believe you both. I knew that you would tell me anyway about
anything that had happened but she was embarrassed and wanted to speak
to me about it to apologise. She also told me that you think that is
the second most beautiful girl in the world."
"Yes I did say that."
"Careful how you answer this buster. Who is top of that list?"
"You, of course."
"Good answer"
We chatted for a few more minutes before we ended the call. I got back
to exercise.
Half an hour later the phone rang again. This time it was Jess. She
told me about her conversation with Victoria and also that Victoria had
spoken to her a few minutes ago to report back on our conversation.
"Chris, I will never do or say anything to or with you that I would not
tell Victoria about. I value you too much for that."
"Okay that is good."
"I have a date on Saturday."
"Oh, well that is good, who with or is that a secret?"
"A girl that I met through college. She is a couple of years older than
me and very sexy. We are going out to a pub and then a dance."
"That's great."
"I do need a favour."
"Okay." I replied but a bit apprehensive.
"Could I come and change at your place so my Dad does not know? I will
tell him that I am going to your house but not the other bit. I know
it's a lie but there is no other way around it."
"Well if you come here to change it is not a total lie. Okay, I will
cover for you."
"Thanks for that."
"Melissa will expect you for lunch on Sunday with a report."
"Okay."
On Friday I got home early and changed right away into the ballet boots
and exercise gear. I slogged away for a long time on the treadmill. By
the time that I went to bed and removed the boots I had worn them for 7
hours continuously and walked for miles including an hour without a
break. I was confident that I could manage almost anything in them.
On Saturday I dressed as Chris as I had a few errands to run and lots of
things to catch up on in the house.
Jess texted me in the mid afternoon to ask if she could come over to
change. She arrived half an hour later.
We sat and chatted and had tea before she went to change. I was heading
for my bedroom and had just about reached the bathroom when she emerged.
I gasped and she jumped in surprise. Then it was my turn to be
surprised. As she jumped she dropped the towel that she had wrapped
around herself. She blushed and went to pick it up and as she stood up
holding the towel in her hand, she smiled at me and said, "No secrets
between us." She stood for ten or fifteen seconds, naked, then turned
away. I went to my room and sat on the bed. Jess was stunning naked.
Several minutes later, and somewhat bewildered by that event, I knocked
on the bedroom door and asked, "Are you decent? Do you need anything?"
"Come in. It is your house and you just saw me naked what else are you
likely to see?"
I went in and saw that she did actually have some clothes on. "Just
chat to me whilst I get ready. I don't have anyone to talk to at home
and at work it's just about work or stupid gossip. I love to chat with
you, you know that."
We did talk about all sorts of things. I watched mesmerised as she got
ready. It was amazing how she could be a plain girl at work then go to
stunning naked and transform into a radiant beautiful sophisticated
young lady.
A taxi arrived to collect her for her date and she grabbed her bag with
her change of clothes.
"Leave to bag and come back here. You can spend the night and tell me
all about your big date. If you are after midnight I may well be
asleep, but please wake me. There is a spare key on the hall table,
please take it with you. Have a good time."
It was 2am when Jess opened my bedroom door. "It's just me. I'm home
safe. I'll tell you all about it in the morning." I looked at her.
She looked bedraggled but in a good way and she looked happy. She was
home safe and that was all that mattered.
I was up just before 10am. After a shower I pulled on a housecoat and
went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Ten minutes later a sleepy looking girl with tousled hair made it to the
kitchen in an oversized T shirt that I had left for her. She was decent
but looked so very sexy and a little bashful. "Hang over?" I asked.
"No. I only had two alcoholic drinks. We had a great time and danced
for ages. Then we ended up snogging and Mary invited me back to her
flat." She looked slightly embarrassed.
"No need for details. What you do is your business."
"Chris. I do not have any secrets from you anymore. You have seen me
at low points and naked. I know your secrets remember. We kissed and
ended up in bed together. It was great. I am no longer a lesbian
virgin and I know that I love girls and not boys. I decided that
staying the night was not a good idea so I left to get a taxi home."
She flushed, "I meant to here."
I laughed. "Well it meant that your big brother was not worried about
you. I loved the 'home' slip. But mostly I am delighted that you had a
good time and that you have a better idea about what your future holds."
"Do you think that I'm a slut, having sex on a first date?"
"No. What you choose to do is up to you. It is no one else's business
and you do not need my approval or disapproval. But I will say this as
your 'big brother' and someone who loves you, please stay safe."
She looked shocked, but I wasn't sure why. "You love me?"
"Yes, I love you very much. As a big brother and a friend."
We both laughed and had some toast and chatted for about an hour.
Jess decided that she needed to go home and see her Dad. "Are you going
to get dressed?" she asked.
"Yes." I was puzzled.
"No, what I meant was, are you going to dress as Melissa?"
"After you have left I will get dressed and I am going to work out. As
Melissa."
"Can I do your hair and make-up, please?"
We both headed for the bedrooms. Ten minutes later Jess knocked on my
door and waited. When she came in her mouth dropped open. I was
wearing the black wig and the purple exercise kit including the
trainers. "Wow for someone about to exercise you look really good."
"For a guy."
"No for a girl. Now let me enhance that a little with some make-up. A
girl should never go to the gym without it. All those guys drooling, a
girl has to look her best."
"I'm not going to the gym, I have a treadmill, and I don't want guys
drooling."
"Just kidding."
She left half an hour later and I have to say that I looked good. I
snapped a selfie to show to Victoria at some point then changed into the
ballet boots.
A spent a long time on the treadmill and was confident in the boots. In
mid afternoon I changed into some casual clothes, checked my hair and
make-up and started on dinner.
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