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Lucy's Story (19)
Posted by Lucy on July 27, 2003, 0:12:06

Hi Fred and Stu! Thank you for your postings. I hope Spikesfan will spot my Instalment 18 and this one and copy them across to MegaForums. Here is part 19:
Velma, Madeline and I had moved into our new 3-bedroomed flat in South-East London, and each of us had a week to settle-in before starting our respective new jobs. Having tried-on, borrowed and worn my new black patent leather 4 3/4" stiletto-heeled 'Alps' court shoes during the whole of the day before, on Monday Madeline was acting like a thing possessed! The sudden thrill of wearing proper high stiletto heels for the first time had made her realise how much her mother had repressed her during her entire teenage years. She was liberated! She was living away from home! She could wear and do whatever she liked! She could wear high heels! She could wear VERY, VERY high heels! She had pleaded with Velma and I to take her to wherever she could try, choose and buy the very highest heels. She was suddenly a new and completely different person from the Madeline we had first met! Well of course the only place to go (I had yet to find other high-heel specialists) was good old Regent Shoes. We took the train from our digs up to Charing Cross Station and walked up to Wardour Street. Upon first seeing the incredible display of high and ultra-high heels in Regent Shoes' windows, Madeline's reaction was the same as Velma's and mine had been a couple of years previously. She was stunned! By now Velma and I regarded ourselves as seasoned campaigners, so we led Madeline inside and suggested starting with some highish (by most girl's standards) 4" heels. She was having none of it! "No" she said, "The weekend made me realise that my dreadful mother has repressed me for much too long! She has deprived me of all the fun and freedom that you two have been enjoying for years, so I'm not going to do this by halves. I'm going to make up for lost time by going all the way into some gorgeously high and exciting heels!" She now had a glint of maniaical determination in her eyes, and our protestations that she would have to work-up gradually in height and acclimatise her muscles and the soles of her feet fell on deaf ears. She shunned the 4" heels and all of the 4 3/8" (110mm) heels, and even our trusty 'Alps' models with the 4 3/4" heels. She acted like a driven woman. She asked me where the very highest heels were to be found, and I pointed out the special room behind the curtain, saying it was 'by appointment only'. Luckily, the room was free, so they admitted us there and then. To our utter amazement, Madeline even brushed-aside the 5" heeled models (like my own white ones) and wasn't content until the salesman brought out the range of fetishy 5 1/2" stiletto-heeled courts. "Hang on, that's even higher than anything Lucy or I have got!" exclaimed Velma in alarm. "No matter" said Madeline, "No-one's going to tell me what to do a moment longer - I'm going to show the world a new me!". As she stood up in a purple pair of those towering 5 1/2" stilettos, their awesome evil-looking fetishy heels looked a total contrast to her sweet young, innocent face. However, a momentary look of panic swept across it as she realised just how much the shoes were contorting her feet, ankles and legs. "Oh my golly!" she gasped, "I had no idea how difficult it would be to stand in heels of this height, let alone to walk in them" with which she teetered and minced forwards a couple of tiny steps before reaching out to steady herself. "Well, what did I try to tell you?" said Velma, "Take them off and settle for something rather lower for now". "No!" said Madeline, "Neither of you understand, they are STUPENDOUS and I won't be parted from them by anybody! They are utterly STUPENDOUS!". Before Velma and I could protest further, or talk any more sense, Madeline had bought them and was carrying them out of the shop! Next she was determined to buy a new outfit to go with them and we scurried up to the Regent Street clothes shops. Off came the frumpy woolley and the chequered skirt, and on went a lovely purple top (to match the shoes) and a tight, knee-length white skirt. "It's no good" said Madeline, "I can't wait till we get home, I am dying to wear everything right here and now!". So she left the clothes shop wearing her new outfit and her "Stupendous" 5 1/2" heels. Oh dear though! Not having had Velma's or my years of experience in high heels, and going straight from virtually nothing into 5 1/2", she could hardly do it! Her progress from the changing-room to the shop door was painfully slow and awkward with Madeline having to take the minutest little jerky steps, her body thrust into an unfamiliar posture whilst re-adjusting to balancing on the tiniest of tip-toes and almost impossibly high precarious heels. My goodness though, Velma and I had to give her 101% for guts! Despite it being obvious to every passer-by in sight that the was a total novice in heels, Madeline insisted on keeping those extraordinary shoes on for the rest of that shopping trip, and including the journey home. Progress through Leicester Square was embarrassingly slow and unsteady with a least four or five bad "tilt-overs" of her heels, and by the time we were passing beside Trafalgar Square and approaching Charing Cross Station her semi-sprained ankles were wobbling wildly with sheer fatigue. One city gent got so concerned that he even came to Madeline's assistance, offering to hail us a taxi. "No thank you" we said "we are nearly at the station". Alighting from the train at New Cross, Madeline even had the will-power and determination to walk up Pepys Hill whilst still wearing her new skyscaper shoes. As she finally collapsed on to our settee, we said "Poor Madeline, that looked as if it was a dreadful ordeal for you". "No" said Madeline, "Don't worry about that. Although my feet and ankles are killing me, it's been the best and most fabulous day of my ENTIRE LIFE and my life in my new-found STUPENDOUS high heels is only just beginning!".

More soon! Love, Lucy.