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These stories were originally posted by Lucy who is a contributor on Jenny's Discussion Forum. Spikes Fan has kindly reposted them here for you:

Lucy's Story (1)
Posted by Lucy on May 22, 2003, 14:59:13

Hi Fred! Thank you for your kind interest. I am a
businesswoman who has always believed in wearing a
smart suite and high heels. The best way of answering
may be to tell my story. In order to be brief, I'll
tell just the first part. Then, if anyone expresses an
interest in hearing more, I'll post further
instalment(s). Born in 1944, when still in primary
school (just South of London, Mummy and all the other
ladies went out in highish but thickish '40s/50s
heels. Stilettos had never been seen. Then quite
suddenly, in 1956 when I was twelve, stilettos hit the
streets! Everyone reacted! Grandma and her generation
said they 'Looked cheap', but Mum soon came home
wearing brand new dark brown 4" stiletto courts. They
looked MARVELLOUS to me and my schoolgirl friends that
saw them and we yearned to be old enough to get some
ourselves. In the meantime, I asked to 'Try-on Mummy's
heels'
even though they were too big for me. I'll never
forget the moment I stood up in them - WOW!
Immediately I felt like a woman. My whole posture
changed, I shot up in stature, combined with an
elegant precariousness. From that moment I
commandeered them and virtually 'lived' in them around
the house after school, although Mummy always had
first call on them for her proper outdoor wear. We all
worshipped Elvis Presley. A girl's magazine published
a centre-spread colour photo of a little bit of Elvis
each week, and I bought successive editions which I
had to stick together to finally make a life-size
Elvis picture. I remember gazing at my giant Elvis and
imagining how impressed he would be if he could see me
perched on those 4" stilettos! A year or two later, I
was still 'living' in Mummy's same shoes around the
house when I started realising that they were no
longer flopping off my feet. My feet had grown to fit
them perfectly! I was then about thirteen-and-a-half,
and my class (mixed girls and boys) were planning and
end-of-term class party at a small local ballroom.
Some of the boys had formed a skiffle (forerunner of
rock-n-roll) group and being out of school hours, the
organiser told us girls that we could wear high heels.
I promptly pleaded with Mummy to let me wear her
lovely 4-inchers out of ther house for the first time,
but she said 'No, thirteen-year-olds are too young for
heels, but she took me to the shoe shop and bought me
some 2" kitten heels for the party. I tried to look
pleased, but really felt dull in them after wearing
her 4" heels for so long at home. As the party date
approached, it got worse when two or three of the
other girls in the class boasted that they had been
allowed to buy 3" stilettos for the party. Finally,
the party date arrived and I did a very naughty thing.
I went off to the party wearing my new 2" heels, but
with Mummy's 4" stilettos hidden in my bag. I'll tell
you how I got on in them and other later adventures if
I get any response wanting to hear more. Love, Lucy.