Lucy's Story (2)
Posted by Lucy on May 23, 2003, 2:30:25
Thank you for your encouragement Fred, Spikesfan and
Sinkem! OK, so on we go: On the way to the class party
I changed into Mummy's 4" stilettos, immediately
experiencing for the first time the sensation of
clicking along the pavement (instead of on our
soundless carpets). It was so grown-up! Entering the
dance-hall, I saw straight away that I had the highest
heels amongst us thirteen-year-olds. The boys in our
class seemed to notice it too. I also wore a nice
black dress and some make-up, but most of the nudges
and admiring glances were caused by my footwear.
However, I began finding that a long evening's
standing, balancing and jiving (1960's dancing) on a
hard floor was much more strenous that pottering and
sitting around inside the home. I found my ankles
beginning to wobble and tremble with the strain of
trying to stand erect, and before the end I turned one
heel (it collapsed outwards)right in the middle of the
dancefloor in front of all my classmates. It was
utterly humiliating, and I remember fleeing to have a
cry in the ladies room. My stupid pride prevented my
from changing into the 2" kitten heels for the 1-mile
walk home with some of the others, so I wobbled and
teetered the whole way back in Mummy's shoes, turning
one of them over twice more before changing out of
them on our front path. Entering the house, my angry
mother said "WHERE ARE MY BEST SHOES YOUNG LADY?"
She'd missed them! I sheepishly took them out of my
bag and she put them on saying "What have you done to
them Lucy? they feel different - all weak and unsafe".
There was an almightly row with my parents about me
spoiling them by wobbling around in them when I was
too young and inexperienced. However, soon afterwards
good old Daddy placated us both by offering to buy
Mummy a new 4" replacement pair, and a similar pair
for me so I didn't mess around in Mummy's any more,
but on one condition: that I must practice walking
properly in mine and must not overdo it again. So I
now chose my VERY OWN 4" HIGH HEELS at only thirteen,
a dark red pair with the uppers low-cut at the toe and
sides. I was determined to master walking in them much
better in future and every time I put them on a tingle
shot through me and I felt like a film star. I was all
set to show the outside world my OWN heels! More heel
progress to follow (if you are still keen?), but my
current heels belong right at the end of my
mini-memoirs! Love, Lucy |