Marjorie sighed. SHe wasn't sure what had happened to her feet, but she knew it wasn't good. She had gone through her entire closet, trying on every pair she could find, but to no avail. Even her highest heel hurt to wear.
I really should go to the doctor and have this looked at, she thought, but I'm just too busy tommorrow. And I can't wear these boots to work....so I guess I'll have to go shopping.
She slipped into a long denim skirt, that hid most of the "Cum-fuck-me boots from view, and went to her favorite shoe store downtown. As she walked, she noticed that her modified feet, and heavy footwear forced her to take smaller dainty steps. Not like the large strides she was used to taking. It also made her wiggle her ass more when she walked.
When she arrived at "Metro Shoes", she set out to find a pair of footwear with a similar sized heal and platform to her boots.
After trying on dozens of different styles, shapes and sizes, she found selected three pairs. A shiny black, open-toed vamp, with a 5" spiked heel and a platform just under 2". A strappy sandle with a chunky 5.5" heel and 2" sole in pink, and a pair of platform loafers with an enormous sole and heel.
Marjorie thought it best to get three pairs, just in case she didn't get to the doctor's right away.
When she got home she stopped and looked in the mirror. Something seemed to be missed on her.
Wed May 9 15:38:38 2001