fastfreddy2

My first experience of wearing heels, was on (re)discovering some my mother had tucked away in the back of her wardrobe, I had quite liked the look of years before. The were I suppose, a 2" heeled white mule wedge sandal. I'd always liked the click-clack of the shoe striking the underside of her foot as she walked. [That rather pleasant noise is still pleasant to hear.]

I wore them for a while when alone in the house. I soon wanted higher heels, so I taped another pair of heels inside those, which gave me a decent height heel, if something of an unusual style. Sometimes I would wear her corselette (sp) and stockings to improve the overall look. To be fair to me, I was going through puberty at the time, and my hormones were all over the place. <settled now though>

More than once, I vivdly remember thinking "if my mother could see me now". Years later when going to fetish clubs fully dressed 'en femme', I often had the same thought.

As a side note, mator and I haven't enjoyed each others company since ... well, waaaay back. Things have improved over the last couple of months, mostly due to her ill-health and the inevitable conclusion she has drawn over it.



Some weeks back I went away to Wales with my parents. I'd been warned by my mother she wasn't likely to sleep well, and might be inclined to wander late at night. As I was planning to roam around later in heels, I decided a week before we went, to 'fess up'. I wanted her to know, especially since she had revealed to me 2 weeks before, my father had hoped one of his three children would be a girl .....

Well, she took it quite well.

I think, or at least thought at the time, she practically dismissed it. My expectation was she would want to talk about it. She didn't so I thought she was in denial.

At the weekend she was with me when I shopped at a local store for (yet another) pair of boot-cut jeans. [Will I ever find a waisted pair with 34" legs?] She was a little suprised I was looking in the girls section, at least until the penny dropped. I told her I have a problem with mens trousers, and had worn girls jeans for close to 30 years, on and off. Anyway, we didn't find any suitable.



Today, we (that's me and her) went out to a grden centre to get her a 'Peace' rose for her garden. While out, I suggested I kidnap her, and take her somewhere I wanted to go. Since she likes being at home as much as most of us like to pay taxes, I got a willing escort.

We went to a large store in Hemel Hempstead called Debenhams, where I showed her the shoes I was interested in. [Jasper Conran MJ's reduced from £35 to £11.] Her only comment was, "They look a bit high?" (Bless her). They are somewhere between 10.5cm and 11.0cm

We walked into the centre, to have a look in a couple of other shoe shops. Mator drew my attention to one we had walked past. I responded that they don't carry the sort of shoe I like. "Oh, alright then."

About the only comment I remember that got close to criticism, was her asking why I felt that way? I assured her I was completely straight, but enjoyed walking in heels. I asked her to remember how she felt wearing them. I mentioned my early experiences (above), and said I'd recently come back to realising just how much I still enjoyed wearing them. [And I may have foolishly mentioned how many pairs I'd bought this year. ]


We had some coffee, and one of us enjoyed a tea-cake. [That should have been toasted as it was a tad dry, but her teeth are not so good.]


With nothing of interest to see, we walked back towards the large store, and our parked car. I pulled her (gently) toward TK Maxx. "Why are we going there?"

My response; "Take a wild guess." And we both walked into the store.

Upstairs in the Womens section, she had to sit so I browsed alone. I found some rather girlie Morgan courts, and retrieved my escort. We both sat on the same stool, while I de-socked ready for trying on the shoes. Once on, I decided immediately they weren't for me, and took them off. We left soon after, finally arriving back at the shoes I was there for.

The store wasn't so busy on our second arrival. We had originally visited at lunchtime, and there were many shoppers rushing around. Now at least we could both sit.

I grabbed the shoes and was watched by the middle-aged assistant. I got the shoes on and not for the first time today decided the shoes were not for me. Really quite disappointing, because I had been very patient waiting [months] for the shoes to go on sale.... I knew they would fit, as I'd had tried them on before. But today I was wearing straight jeans and it was obvious the toe-cover didn't extend up my foot far enough to conceal I was wearing MJ's.


The really nice bit ....

I was just about to take the shoes off, when my mother say's, "Aren't you going to walk in them?" (Bless her.) So I did. Bit risky given the polished floor and plastic heels, but the 'performance' went okay.


As I removed the shoes, the middle-aged lady assistant (maybe husband and wife) came over to help. Mator, with no experince of this sort of situation, replied; "He tries them on, I wear them." (Good, ain't she?) I smiled and explained I liked the shoes, but they were obviously girls shoes when seen and as I was unable to conceal them under my jeans, I wouldn't be buying them. Though, at £11 it was rather tempting anyway. She agreed and comfirmed they were very nice shoes for £11. But I wouldn't be swayed....

We left the store, returning to the car, empty-handed.


The journey homeward was uneventful. But what a trip!


Still can't believe it. Seems so surreal.


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crotchboots-m

wow,i couldnt do it. i know my mom pretty much knows,but i will let her go to the grave not convinced. just me and the way she feels about it(at least the way i percieve it)....did i spell percieve rite?...old crow makes me a lot less of spelling bee winner....

johnieheel

Something I always wanted to do. My Mom passed on 11 yrs ago. There were a couple times where I hinted around and she seemed Ok with it. I think she had fun watching me as a child run around the house in her red pumps.

You have a very sweet Mother fastfreddy2 and it can only get better now on out. Great story and adventure.

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fastfreddy2

You have no idea how stange it is to see that written about my mother.



For many years, I disliked her immensely. She was the product of WWII, and the change here that was seldom good. Moved from her birth town, ["evacuated"] to live with stangers who where typical of Victorians in their somewhat 'hard' attitude to children. Her brothers were moved to Wales [hence our visit] and her sister was moved to Scotland. None of them ever went back as their mother died during the war, through disease not injury.

As a child she received little love, and for that reason never learned how to give it.

More recently (and helps explain my change of attitude toward her) she told me a little story: Seems I was out late one evening when a child of (say) 12. It was dark, and my mother was worried. To "teach me a lesson", (for giving her cause to make her worry), I got what you could describe as an attack with a bamboo cane.

My wife who is simply the most gentle person I know on the planet, feels that since this was one of many such incidents (some much worse), that I could be described as someone who was 'abused' during their childhood. Not that it seemed anything other than 'normal' to me at the time....

As an adult I've tried to reason out her being treated badly, and this lesson being imprinted in such a way, she could do little else than mimic the same behaviour. But I'm not the same way, or don't appear to be anyway. And I doubt my wife would tolerate having a mean person about either..... But then my father was gentle ..... Guess I did have a positive role model, which plainly she didn't.


My mother has mellowed in recent years, and positively glows when her great-grandchildren are around. I suppose seeing this has made me realise that she's human after all, and we get on amazingly well now. She likes being out of the house, and so do I. [It's in the genes. ]


No surprise then, I was inclined to 'share' with my new found friend.....

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shyguy

Great tale FF2 and it's good to see you and your mum getting closer. We all only get one mum, I'm lucky my mum is a gentle easy going soul and we get on well. Wouldn't tell her about my heel thing though, that would be too difficult.

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hhboots

Great that you were able to share it with your mom. I feel I'd never be able to talk to mine about it, although I might be surprised. I am pretty sure she knew about my secret stash as a teenager. Mom's tend to know all that goes on in the house... but that was many years ago, so it would be difficult to bring something like that up again after all this time.

Dawn HH

Fantastic story FF2. It is great that you and your Mom are mending fences while she is still here. Enjoy her and your adventures together to the fullest while you can. My Mom has been gone now for many years but I fondly think of her often.
Cheers---

Dawn HH

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fastfreddy2

Thanks all for the great remarks. I've passed some of them on, and I may even print off the whole thread for her to read.

The one I definitely mentioned was Johnieheels remark about her being sweet. The look I got, was from someone who thought they'd heard something nice, but wasn't sure. So I said it again.

She was bowled over. ['Rabbit staring at headlights' look.] Think it's possibly the nicest thing anyone's ever said about her.


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Stilettoscot

A nice read. Seems no matter what an upbringing circumstances have, a person tends to be open-minded regardless. A sign of intelligence is being able to make up your mind about something, even if it goes against the grain of what you have been taught through life.
I am glad you and your mom are getting along well!

HHDude

Personally, I hope that soon happens with my mom. I grew the confidence to tell her about my fetish, AND get my 1st pairs of heels. With those 2 alone, I feel I can finally munster up the courage to talk to her about it. Tell her how I feel about it.

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