This single photo sticks with Robert. He saves it to a SD card and starts cleaning up his little DIY photoshoot. It takes him a good hour to do it all, despite it not requiring nearly that much time. It would have been done a lot sooner if Robert hadn't decided to do all of it while still fully dressed up. But, it was good practice for him to get used to walking in high heels, as he was certainly going to do this again in the future. What Robert did not know however, was just how soon that future would come.
Over the next few days, Robert begins to have strange urges. It's as if the desire to put the shoes back on has taken permanent root in the back of his mind. If he loses focus for even a moment, his thoughts drift back to those heels.
The urge becomes stronger by the day, until Robert can no longer hold himself back and puts them on again. This time however, the heels reveal that they are a bit more than just normal shoes. It turns out that the sales pitch is a lot more literal than Robert anticipated, as the heels begin to change shape and tighten themselves around his feet, ensuring that he can never remove them ever again without their permission.
As the magic starts to seep into his body, Robert begins to change as well. His legs become softer, smoother, hairless and longer all at once. The heels gain a short platform beneath his now dainty feet and tighten an ankle strap around each of his lower legs.
Robert's body continues to change, sliding even further down as his already somewhat effeminate-looking build simply becomes just feminine. Wider hips, narrowed waist, and slender arms are the next things to change. Then it reaches his chest and pushes out a pair of smallish breasts. He lifts his hands to examine his new boobs, while the changes spread down to his crotch, pulling everything inside of him until only a feminine slit is left.
Her neck and head change, adjusting their respective shapes in order to bring out the most feminine voice and appearance they can. And the same wig she had used is pulled from within her closet and secured to her head, replacing her light brown hair with the wig's dark brown hair, which then grows down to her shoulder blades.
The lingerie she wore last time flies out from the closet too, as the magic destroys her current outfit. Once the underwear is back on her body, the bra and panties grow larger, moving closer towards each other until they merge together into a black backless dress. The stockings, which did not slide onto her legs, now attach themselves to the top of the former bra and become solid straps which loop themselves over Robert's shoulders and attach to the top of the sides of the dress.
All of the metal that was on her jeans collects into two small balls, which reform into earrings. The earrings then pierce themselves into Robert's ears. Robert winces, but has no time to complain as her face begins to slightly shift around. Her eyelashes gain volume, then lengthen and curl, while her lips swell, becoming both fuller and softer, with a slight glossy finish. Her facial skin begins to shift in tone, mimicking the appearance of wearing perfectly done makeup.
Finally, the heels are done with the changes, and force Robert to walk herself over to the mirror on the wall. It's disturbing to have her legs forced to move against her will, but she stops thinking that the moment she sees her reflection.
In the mirror, there is no longer the slightly effeminate man, but a gorgeous, sexy, undoubtedly female, young woman. Her boobs are just big enough to create a tiny amount of cleavage, but are still small enough to not require a bra too. Their sensitivity is great, and the feeling of the inside of the dress rubbing on them as she begins striking some poses is making her horny.
Seeing how incredible she looks has an immediate effect on her sense of self image. Robert almost immediately replaces his male self with this gorgeous lady, jumping on board with whatever plan the heels have for him right away. She adjusts her hair a bit more, then tries to walk away, but the heels keep her feet stuck in place.
Looking down at her high heel bound feet, Robert frowns, feeling annoyed that her mobility is still being restricted. She feels the magic flow into her again, and it concentrates around her crotch, making the surface of it begin to tingle.
Robert gasps, and her hands move towards it like an itch she needs to scratch. But just pulling up her dress isn't enough for the heels to be satisfied. As the sensations continue to build, Robert gives in and begins rubbing herself while facing the mirror.
Masturbating while watching herself in the mirror is such a surreal and erotic experience that it takes very little effort to bring herself to her first female orgasm. She doesn't let up and powers through, bringing herself back to orgasm just a few seconds after her first one ends. This goes on for tens of minutes, until the floor is starting to collect her expelled fluids into a small puddle and her legs are shaking from under her own weight. If not for the heels keeping her standing, she would have long since collapsed to her knees by now.
Feeling exhausted from nearly 2 hours of rigorous masturbation, Robert pleads with the heels to let her rest, and they finally allow it. She is so tired that she doesn't even bother taking anything off and just moves onto the bed before passing out for the night.
The following morning, Robert is awoken by her heels pulling her from the bed. She sleepily is walked into the bathroom where her dress straps itself free from her body. Still half asleep, she is made to step into the shower while still in her heels, then zapped awake twice by her heels in order to get her to focus on showering her body.
Once clean, she is walked out of the shower and dries herself off. Her feet then move her to the kitchen before the dress can be put back on her. Standing naked in her home, while normally not all that stimulating, is now giving her such a thrill. While almost impossible, the odds that someone somehow sees her like this are technically not zero, and that is enough to make Robert's body begin to buzz with pleasure in response.
Having spent the better half of a day stuck in heels, Robert's feet were starting to hurt, but the heels had no care for that. Instead, they doubled down on her introduction to exhibitionism and brought Robert over to the side of the room, directly opposite the sliding glass door to her back yard.
Unable to stop herself, but not because of the heels this time, Robert begins to masturbate once again. Just the thrill of potentially being seen like this is what's really driving her right now.
After a shorter amount of time than her first session, Robert stops her masturbating and starts to really take in her current situation. Here she is, not even a full day after becoming a woman, and already she's getting off to the idea of being seen naked by some peeping stranger. She is also aware that this imaginary peeping tom is always some random guy in her fantasies, but she chooses to not think too deeply into that just yet.
As she contemplates further, she comes to terms with a few things, and makes a few decisions about how to go forwards from here with all this too. First of all, Robert is not going to work at her old job. It would be too embarrassing and uncomfortable having to explain everything. Secondly, Robin would be a better name for her to use going forward. Robert just isn't a feminine enough name, no matter how she tries to modify it, and Roberta just doesn't feel right to her either.
Robin also accepts that she definitely feels better as a sexy young woman than as a scrawny, effeminate young man. It's as if she has now finally become the person the universe has always felt she should be. So there is no going back to being male if she ever is given the choice in the future.
Additionally, Robin accepts that she is feeling uncharacteristically slutty. Not in a whorish kind of way, well, not entirely at least. She just feels that having some amount of casual sluttyness would be like adding a bit of salt to food. A little here and there is perfectly fine in most cases.
And finally, she admits that she is just a little bit submissive towards her heels. It's not as if she is worshiping them, but… being controlled by them does seem to get her feeling just a little bit excited. It still feels rather embarrassing for her to admit and accept this though.
However, the heels seem to also understand this, as they immediately begin to change her body's shape. Her boobs grow larger by almost 2 fold, and her hair becomes an even darker shade of brown. Her heels then adjust themselves, raising her even higher off the floor as their platform grows past 2” tall.
Then it happens. As if on que, her front doorbell rings. Robin feels her stomach drop in panic, but her heels have a plan of their own, and begin to walk her directly towards the front door. Unable to resist her footwear's whims, Robin can only accept that this is happening and reluctantly opens the door.
Standing there is a man whom she had never seen before in her entire life. The man doesn't even wait to be invited inside. He just walks in as if he owns the place, and Robin is forced to let him do so, as she is made by her heels to close the door behind him, then follow after him into the living room. They even make her walk around in a very erotic manner too, causing her to sway her hips and ass with each step.
When she arrives, she sees that he is already half naked, and is in the process of removing his pants. Her brain activates a new part of her that she didn't know existed, and suddenly Robbin cannot look away from him. She watches with great interest as he takes out his huge cock from his pants, before kicking them off and over to the side of the room. Her eyes become practically glued to his dick, and her mouth begins to water with desire.
No words are needed, as Robin doesn't need permission or a request to know what is being expected from her. She moves closer and drops onto all fours before crawling onto a chair in order to get the best angle of approach. Her mind is full of thoughts about sucking dick, as the heels use their innate magic to provide her with all of the knowledge and skills required for giving oral sex to men. With no hesitation, once she is close enough, Robin leans forward and sticks out her tongue, getting right to work.
Having never actually sucked a dick before, she is a bit amateurish at first, but thanks to the knowledge and skills given to her, her talent for cock sucking dramatically improves by the second. And by the time she feels the first squirt of his load hit the back of her throat, she is already sucking his cock like a seasoned professional. She even makes sure that she doesn't spill even a single drop of this mystery man's cum, swallowing it all with an almost unnatural thirst for its salty, slightly bitter taste.
She feels the warmth slide down her throat, filling her stomach as she licks him clean. Robin honestly kind of wanted to continue further, but the man doesn't seem to want to as just gets dressed and makes his exit without saying a single word, which leaves Robin feeling a bit confused and let down. But the cum in her belly is enough to lift her spirits. After all, she wouldn't even have it if the man was not at least satisfied enough to cum down her throat.
Robin happily gets up, then suddenly stops as the reality of what just happened finally sinks in. Wait! Why does she even care how well she sucks dick? And who was that guy just now? No, more importantly, she wasn't that easy, was she? Does it really only take just the sight of a nice cock to get her down on her knees? How big of a cock slut did these heels make her?
As more questions without answers fill her head, Robin finds herself somehow slowly caring less and less about the specific details. It's as if her mind is simplifying things for her so that she doesn't over think anything. And she starts finding it to be really helpful.
Do I really need such a complex reason to want to suck a handsome dick when it's presented to me? Why should I care if I am behaving like a cheap slut? If we both are having a good time, then that's really all that matters.
These thoughts and more pass through her head, and slowly alter how she thinks. Robin begins to be a lot more accepting of things, even if they may seem random. Most of her lingering anxiety goes away too, and she feels better than ever, with a clear head and noticed worries.
And to celebrate her mental and emotional breakthrough, her heels reward her with yet another round of body enhancements. This time, they focus on her boobs, giving them a boost in both size and firmness. They also do a number on her joints, including stretching her tendons and ligaments in her hips and legs in order to really maximize her flexibility, allowing Robin to be able to spread them as wide and in whichever angles she needs.
Her hair grows a few inches longer, and her physical endurance rises dramatically. It's to such an extent that she feels that she could masturbate for several hours, if not a full day without needing to take a break or stop. Her libido also rises too.
Robin, feeling hornier than ever, absent-mindedly moves one of her hands down between her legs. It then stays there, with its fingers pleasuring her pussy, without Robin even realizing that she's started to masturbate. She rubs and rubs, sliding her fingers in and out of her dripping hole without relief, leaving a trail behind her as the heels move her to the opposite side of the room, near the windows and sliding backdoor.
She sits down once the heels position her before a stool, and feels something round enter into her asshole. It begins to vibrate without warning, and still has a plastic tail which is left poking out from her ass and laying on top of the stool. A gift from her heels.
Robin, feeling the vibrations inside her ass, begins to feel really good. Her body even starts to go all tingly from the pleasure. And the heels on her feet undergo an incredible change as she has her first orgasm of the session.
They fully close up, sealing her up inside of them as they tightly hug their material to her feet. With no ankles or toe straps anymore, the heels begin to stretch themselves up Robin's calves, growing taller and taller by the second. Their platforms turn red on the back side, and both they and the stilettos rise up by another inch. Their material takes on a glossy sheen as it finally passes over top of her kneecaps, turning themselves into a pair of platform boots. And where they normally should normally have a long zipper running down their side, there is still none, not that Robin even cares anymore about not being able to take them off.
With a gleeful expression, Robin begins to play with her improved body while admiring her sexy boots. She keeps one hand furiously rubbing her pussy, while the other assists her legs in testing out the extent of her enhanced flexibility. She learns that with literally no effort, strain, or even an ounce of discomfort, she can open her legs into as wide of a split as she could ever need. Her legs easily can be pointed straight upwards while sitting down, and have the tips of her boot reach even higher than her own head.
With no plans for the evening, Robin doesn't stop pleasuring herself until 3 am, when she finally starts to feel tired. The floor before her stool is coated in a slimy, gooey layer of her own creation, and she worries for just a moment that she may lose her balance if she walks over it. But the Heels have different plans for her.
Instead of having her walk through it, the heels bring Robin down off the stool and onto all fours. And with their larger size, they can now control her posture. Bringing her onto her knees is also easy for them to do now. And once she is down on them, they can still walk for her.
Robin is made to crawl through the shallow sea of her own cum as she crosses into the kitchen and heads towards the stairway. It's such a lewd act for her that she ends up coming twice more, just from the thought of her doing it. As she reaches the steps, Robin is brought back up and onto her toes, and is turned around to look at the mess she made.
It's quite the site to behold, and Robin cannot help but feel both a bit proud of her ability to do it, and also a bit concerned by the sheer quantity of bodily fluids she can somehow produce. It's well beyond what any normal woman's ability to create would be, and yet she still feels perfectly fine and fully hydrated. So she stops worrying about it and just accepts it as simply being yet another part of who she is now.
For the next two weeks, Robin finds herself entering a new, fairly routined lifestyle. Every morning she wakes up at 6am without fail. Her boots then walk her into the bathroom where she cleans both herself and them. Then they ignore the towels and clothes laid out on the towel rack and bring her straight into the kitchen for her to drip dry while cooking breakfast. Her meal for the morning is decided by what ingredients the boots allow her to reach.
Once she is fed and dry, Robin cleans up the kitchen and is walked back to her room to finally get dressed. The boots are very particular about what she can wear, and she always has to get their final approval before they allow her to put anything clothing on.
Once she is finally clothed, Robin is brought down to the living room where she is finally allowed to roam freely for exactly an hour. She can do whatever she wants outside of removing the boots. Usually, this hour is spent taking a leisurely outdoor walk around the block for some fresh air. It's still early enough in the morning for the air to be the perfect temperature for a morning stroll too.
Robin even continues to walk how the boots have trained her to do. With hips and ass swaying with every step, there is not a single person, both man and woman alike, who does not give her at least a glance as she walks by. And some even continue to watch her move past them, not even attempting to hide their gaze.
To her, she doesn't even mind the attention. If anything, she loves it and thinks of it as them giving a silent compliment towards her sexy body. And yes, she often exaggerates her swaying once she notices someone staring at her as a silent “thank you for enjoying the view”.
This has, of course, created quite the social gossip storm about her. After all, none of them know that she used to be Robert. The two most popular theories are that she is Robert's new girlfriend, or that Robert had rented the property to her, and that she is someone related to his family, like a sister-in-law or cousin.
After her hour is up, Robin fully submits back to the control of her Boots, and obediently does whatever they wish of her. This changes by the day as well. Sometimes they wish for her to masturbate until sundown. Other times it's to go out shopping and buy all the sexy things they come across that interest them. It's really up to whatever kind of mood the Boots are in that day.
Lastly, once the sun sets, a knock comes from the door, and Robin happily welcomes her nightly guest into her house. She then services him or her however they wish, and always without even a bit of hesitation. By the end of the first week, she has pleasured 5 men and two women in 7 different manners. And those numbers nearly doubled by the end of the penultimate day of the second week, with her count totaling to 8 men and 5 women, and 13 unique methods. She gained experience with everything, ranging from doing ERP to missionary to using toys to even femdom with her as the Dom. The Boots always helped her out whenever it became necessary, but especially during that session.
And on this last day of her 2 weeks with Boots, she is partnered with another man. Wearing her sexiest set of lingerie she owned, Robin readies herself on top of her bed and allows her partner to shove his cock directly in her anus. It is a little painful at first, but that quickly switches to blissful pleasure in no time. He definitely is enjoying her anus too. She can easily tell just by the way he is grabbing and playing with her asscheeks. And to top it all off, he even pulls out and finishes all over her back at the end.
At the end of these two weeks, Robin has a huge breakthrough with her Boots. The morning of the start of her third week with boots, Robin notices that she can almost feel the intentions behind her Boots. It’s as if she can somehow intuitively understand what they want without needing words. This is such a huge development, that Robin even starts to consider the Boots as now being her direct authority, granting them even more consideration and attention than what she would give to a normal person. To her, they have finally become something so superior to her that she feels it's finally alright to give her full submission to them.
This change in perspective finally allows Robin to truly empty her thoughts of all concerns. The Boots know best, and all she has to do is obey them. What could be easier than that? Plus, they always make her feel good too whenever she is obedient.
Robin elevates their status to being her twin Mistresses, and as such, truly begins to serve them with her submissive devotion. Each night she starts to spend up to a full hour simply polishing them. Her actions, when dictated by them, become less conscious thought and more automated responses without even time to question them. If they wanted her to suddenly start walking down the sidewalk backwards, then she would already be turning herself around before they even finish.
And as acknowledgment towards her newfound devotion to them, the Boots give Robin her final and greatest reward. Her body is enhanced fully this time. Every inch of her is improved upon. Every sign of aging, every wrinkle, every blemish on her skin is removed. Her skin practically starts to glow with how flawless it becomes.
Her hair is darkened even further, until it finally turns as black as her boots and reaches halfway down her back. Her breasts go up a full cupsize, and become perfectly proportioned for her body, with no sag or floppiness to speak of, and their sensitivity increases as well.
Her legs are made to become one of the major focal points of her entire body. Nothing less than what she expects from her twin Mistresses. To her, her enhanced legs become the most beautiful part of her entire body, even more so than her face, simply because that is where her beloved twin Mistresses are.
Finally, as a show of their unending bond with her, her Mistresses fully become one with her legs. Her skin melts into their material, as they absorb her feet. The bones in her feet and toes change to better fill their shape, with most of them relocating into the stilettos.
As they finish merging with her legs, Robin excitedly bends over and kisses them both. She finally hears a pair of sexy, authoritative voices speaking directly into her mind, and starts to cry tears of joy to finally be able to hear her Mistresses properly. They praise her for her devotion and tell her that they expect nothing less than a continuation of that same enthusiasm going forward.
Robin agrees without needing to give it any thought, as after all, she doesn't usually think for herself anymore. Her entire new life is built upon giving her full submission to her beloved Mistresses, and she has no intentions on ever changing that. As a reward for her loyalty, her Mistresses inform her that she is able to now freely control the shape of the foot portion of her Mistresses, a privilege she must continue to prove herself worthy of having.
Delighted by all of this, Robin attempts to change their shape, eliminating their platforms and pointing their toes. It's a lot easier than she expects it to be, allowing her to quickly change their shape in seconds. And seeing how sleek and shiny her legs have become, Robin hurriedly struts into her closet to find an outfit she had recently bought on a whim during her allotted hour of free time.
Her outfit of choice is a tight latex microdress that just barely covers enough to be legal to wear in public, as long as she never bends over that is. It's the hottest thing she owns, and now goes perfectly with the texture and design of her new boot-legs. Her Mistresses also voice their approval too, and instruct her to begin a new career in posting adult themed content online, as they needed some new form of income in order to continue having their fun. Robin agrees right away and immediately brings out her phone to take their very first picture.
________ Sorry about the long delays between uploads to the website. IRL has been very busy these last few months for me. I do hope to have a more free time to make full posts like these in the future, but nothing is ever guaranteed in life. Still, I do try and make a few shorter (in comparison to my usual length lol) posts directly on the Discord server, as its easier for me to do in small windows of free time, so you can always visit there if you want to see more from me on a more frequently basis.