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Magic Shoes 1- 3
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Subject: REPOST: Magic Shoes 1-3
Date: Wed Jul 12 12:42:28 1995
There will be more to come with this theme. I just need some inspiration and
time. I want to bring in a few new characters for Sheena to "play with".
Meanwhile... Thank you to all who sent encouragement...
Chapter 1
The Discovery
Tracy just couldn?t wait for Rick anymore. She was going to have to start
exploring the attic without him. They were only in their new house for two
days so far. The move went well; the only part of the house they hadn?t been
through yet was the attic. These big old houses had some great attic space
and Tracy was determined to set up a room up there. The woman that lived here
said whatever they found up there they could keep for themselves. Tracy
already figured Rick was going to want to throw it all out so she could use
the head start.
The stairs up were more narrow than a normal staircase. In Tracy?s mind it
just added to the ?feel? of the house. At the top of the stairs she saw the
perfect stereotype of an old attic. Exposed rafters framing a steep sloped
roof. The small round windows on the end walls; barely letting in enough sun.
And of course, piles of dusty junk. She didn?t even know where to begin.
This was going to be a great room but it was going to be a ton of work.
Using the logic that Rick could never understand in her, she began in the
farthest collection from the door. It was obviously the one with the best
looking stuff in it. Namely a huge trunk. It looked like it hasn?t been
opened in 50 years. It opened easily for such an old piece.
Tracy was in heaven. The trunk was filled with what had to be the women?s old
clothes. Dresses from the 20?s, 30?s, and 40?s. Some looked even older than
that. Under the clothes was an old photo. It was that old woman. She was
absolutely gorgeous! Tracy had been working on getting a figure like that her
whole adult life. It was odd though. The woman they bought the house from
couldn?t have been this tall. It was definitely her face though. Maybe it
was a relative.
Tracy began to think how she could talk Rick into saving this stuff. She was
going to have to do some fast talking. The planning didn?t go on long though.
There was lots more stuff to get into. Two more old boxes revealed some real
junk clothes. Looked like some 70?s senior citizen clothes. Boy did that
women?s tastes go downhill fast. There was only one trunk left and Tracy had
to work to get to this one. She worked fast, Rick would be home soon.
When she finally opened the trunk it looked like she just wasted her time.
More garbage clothes. She was going to just close it up and put it with the
garbage pile but something made her dig a little. You never know. Paydirt!
Old photos, a lot of them. They all seemed to be of different women but as
Tracy looked closer she could see they all resembled Ms. Winham. This women
had a large family. They were all different heights and shapes but they
shared some features in common. Especially that face. They had a sexy,
sultry look to them. These photo?s could teach porn stars to look sexy. In
fact, the racy clothes they were wearing must have made these photos X-rated
for their day. The whole collection gave Tracy the creeps. Mostly because
they excited her a little. She couldn?t explain how, but somehow they did.
There was more in this trunk though. Moving the last photo revealed a shoebox
unlike any Tracy had ever seen... And she was a shoe maniac. It was like a
fancy jewel box made large enough to hold shoes. Tracy whipped the box open
to get a look at these shoes. Nuts! It was a lousy old pair of black, flat
shoes. These could have been made any time, any where. They were totally
ordinary. What a waist of nice box. Maybe she could put one of her dress
pairs in here? Maybe that spike heeled patent leather pair she loved to wear
for Rick?
She picked up the plain shoes. They felt like they were made from expensive
leather. Who would put such work into such plain shoes? They looked a little
big for Tracy?s feet but she never saw a pair she wouldn?t try on. They fit a
little better than she expected. Quite comfortable, really. Impulse took
over as she ran down the stairs to the bedroom mirror.
In the mirror they looked good on her feet. They seemed to fit better now
then when she first put them on. Too bad they don?t have even a little heel.
At the though she pictured her own flats; hey had I nice 1/2? heel. As she
pictured her shoes a warm feeling spread down her body to her feet. It was
like the opposite of chill; almost a sexual thrill.
The effect made her think she was loosing her mind though. She was now
wearing her own flat shoes. She looked around the room quick, thinking she
must have forgot she changed the shoes. She almost was convinced when she
found her original flats. The shoes on her feet had changed to match her
shoes! ?This isn?t possible,? she said to anyone who could hear. With that
the shoes were plain again- With no warm feeling this time.
This time she was staring right at the shoes when they changed. It looked
like they turned liquid and just became a different shape. If she wasn?t
looking right at them she would think she was losing her shit. Even now she
wasn?t to sure she still wasn?t.
All right. If it happened once... She pictured her flats again but this time
in red. There was that warm feeling again. ?Mmmmm... ? A little stronger
this time. She could enjoy that part. Sure enough they made the switch.
This had some possibilities. Let Rick throw out what he wants, the shoes
stay.
She bent down to pull of the shoes for a closer look. They wouldn?t budge.
It was as if they were part of her feet. Panic started creeping in... ?What
the hell are these things?!? With the panic and fear the shoes changed back
right in her hands. It felt like a liquid for just a second and the shoes
were off. OK, so she learned something. They don?t come off until they?re
back to shape. One quick test to be sure. She slid them on again. This time
she pictured her spike heels. This time the warm feeling was a sexual rush.
The shock of the feeling froze her as she lifted in the mirror the full three
inches of the heels. ?Oh my god!? She had to go sit down after that one.
This is gonna be fun...
She couldn?t believe it. It was definitely a turn on. Her pussy was getting
wet just remembering that feeling. ?What are these things?? After composing
herself she stood and walked to the mirror again. She was wearing an old pair
of jeans and a T-shirt but with the heels she could see the improvement in her
legs and ass. The heels turned her walk into an erotic dance. The sexy
feeling spread through her body as her mirror image took on hot, sultry look.
Tracy stood legs apart and hand-on-hips looking into the mirror. She was
turning herself on.
At that moment the thought hit her. Her face had the look of the women in
those old photos. It was the shoes. The shock of the revelation about the
shoes snapped her out of her mood and the shoes snapped out as well. She ran
up the stairs still wearing the shoes. A second look at the photos convinced
her. The women all wore the same look on their face. They were all turned on
the same way Tracy was. She grabbed a photo and checked the shoes. They
looked normal for their time. Short laced boots with heels. The heels did
seem a little high for the time though. Concentrating on them she felt the
rush come again. This time she was ready for it. ?Aaaaammm...? No wonder
they felt so sexy. Tracy looked at her feet... There were the boots in the
picture. The polished leather seemed to slide up to her ankle. They were
very comfortable boots. They would be nice if her legs were a little
longer...
At the thought the wave of sexual energy that hit Tracy was incredible. Her
nipples went hard instantly and her pussy was dripping. She very nearly
passed out. ?What the hell?!? She new in her head what happened. The mirror
downstairs confirmed it for her. She was about 3? taller... all in her legs.
In fact she was a bombshell. Tracy had what could be described as an modest
figure. It was fairly tight and not too slim, but just a little short;
basically she was plain. With the added height she was much improved. In
fact her ass reshaped a little better too.
The effect was intoxicating. Tracy began to create her own ideal female form.
Her mind raced as her breasts filled in a little bigger. They pressed
against the t-shirt sending waves of pleasure all though her body. Her waist
shrunk and her tummy tightened. Her short brown hair grew out to her
shoulders and turned a flaming red. Her eyes went from brown to bright green.
Her lips turned a glistening red. The excitement was amazing, she couldn?t
take the intense pleasure anymore. She tore off her shirt and pants and stood
naked in the mirror on her now 5? patent leather heels.
She was magnificent. Her hands cupped her now full breasts and felt the tight
nipples. She lifted the nipple to her tongue. It reached! The feeling of
her tongue tickling her own nipple drove her wild. Her hands continued to
explore, moving slowly between her legs. They found her pussy dripping wet
already. She watched her tongue glide over her full lips as she began to
massage herself and quickly built into a frenzied climax. It was over in a
few precious seconds. She heard a car in the driveway. The last thought of
her new form was, ?I gotta make it last next time...?
Then the panic. ?Oh my god, Rick!? she gasped. The panic immediately
returned her to her old self. What had gotten into her? She had never
masturbated before. But she never saw herself like that before either. The
shoes turned her into an animal. Correction, they turned her into whatever
she wanted to be...
She whipped off the shoes and hid them in the best place she could think
of... In with her 20 other pairs. She barely had time to put on clothes
before Rick came into the bedroom. ?What have you been up to?? The shape of
Tracy?s face was back to normal but she was still flushed from her orgasm. ?I
started checking the attic,? she gasped. ?There are some heavy trunks up
there.?
?I told you to wait till I came back. You?ll knock yourself out if your not
careful.?
?Believe me... I know that now.?
While they went to the attic together Tracy put it all together in her mind.
Those photos were all of Ms. Winham. She used the shoes to change herself in
each picture. No wonder she never married. ?This much power could be
dangerous,? she thought to herself. ?But damn this is gonna be fun!?
Chapter 2
Learning to Play
Tracy and Rick continued there work in the attic but Tracy?s thought hardly
strayed from the shoes. She was dying to tell Rick but she wanted to learn
more before she approached him with it. She was recovered from her first
experiment but she was still incredibly horny. ?Rick is in for it tonight,?
she thought.
That night Tracy was an animal. Rick had to notice but he didn?t say
anything. He thought it was just a burst of energy. The night after that is
when he spoke up.
?What?s gotten into you, Tracy?? He was gasping for air as he spoke. ?I
thought you were extra horny last night, but you were even wilder tonight. Is
it the new house? Or the new city? Or What??
Tracy bent down and kissed him. She was breathing pretty heavy herself. ?It
must be the house,? she lied. ?I can?t stop thinking about sex these days.?
That part she new for the truth.
?Whatever it is. I love it,? he laughed. ?I just hope it doesn?t kill me.?
Tracy settled in for sleep with a huge smile on her face. She smiled for two
reasons; One was that she just pleased the man she loved. The other was that
Rick started back to work tomorrow and she would have time to herself. Time
to play.
The next morning she woke to a kiss from Rick as he left. ?Don?t kill
yourself working on the house today, Trace. I?ll see you tonight.?
By the time she was fully awake Rick was gone. She rolled out of bed and went
down for some coffee. Ten minutes of morning talk shows was already too much.
She had to get those shoes on again. She ran upstairs and threw them on her
feet. ?What do I try first?? She decided to play around with just different
shoes at first. She pictured a nice ankle boot and watched the change. A
little higher heel... Maybe a zipper instead of laces... She noticed each
time she made a further change the sexual sensations in her would build. No
wonder she lost control yesterday. All those changes added up on her.
The boots looked great. They fit perfectly, felt sexy, and she could have
them for nothing. This was a dream come true for a girl with a shoe fetish.
Maybe without a zipper all together... Why not? They couldn?t come off
anyway. Maybe a little higher on the calf... Wow, she was starting to get
hot. Tracy sat down and took a closer look at her boots. She had on a pair
of knee high boots with three inch heels. They fit better than any real boot
could possibly fit. She slowly ran her fingers over the soft, shiny leather.
As she began to wonder how high they could go the material instantly slid up
her leg. They were over her knees now and still wonderfully comfortable.
Just walking back to the mirror sent thrills through her body. Tracy parted
her robe and looked at her full naked form with thigh high boots. She always
wanted a pair like these but she new Rich would have a fit if she ever bought
them. Just how high can these things go? As the soft leather climbed her
thighs Tracy?s face began to flush. The feeling seemed to get more intense
the further she stretched the shoes. The leather hugged her hips and pressed
over her pubic hair. The advance continued to hug her ass and eventually
Tracy was wearing a pair of hot, black leather pants. Why stop it now, she
thought? When the leather closed in her waist she had to sit again; it was
almost too much to take. She was dying for a release but she was determined
to press her limits.
When the material enclosed her from her neck out to her soft gloves and down
to her boots Tracy realized she could cover any part of her body she wanted.
There was no limit! She just had to look at herself in the mirror. As she
stood and strutted over the leather suit pulled and massaged her in fantastic
ways. She was a vision in shiny, black leather. She slowly slid the gloves
over her breasts and down around her ass. The leather creaked as she turned
herself in the mirror. If Rick could see this he would cream his pants just
looking at her. It was a suit that could not be made any other way. It was
leather with no seams and no zippers. She felt wonderfully enclosed from her
neck to toes. She just had to spend a few minutes walking around and sitting
in different poses. With every move the soft leather hugged her skin in
fantastic ways.
Tracy couldn?t resist playing further. First she changed the whole suit
white, then red. She was a stunning vision in tight red leather but she
decided she liked black the best. What about material? She tried velvet and
didn?t like it much, then spandex which was nicely tight but neither was
better than the leather. Then it hit her. As the change to latex spread
through the material Tracy lost control. She let the rubber slide up and
around her head leaving only her face exposed. The latex squeezed her body in
every place at once but had the slick look and feel over the spandex. She
began to change her appearance again. Her breasts swelled inside the rubber
suit. Her hard nipples pushed out into the material as her ass and legs began
to tighten. The transformation was spectacular. Heels up to 5 inches and
lips fiery red. The latex vision she saw was too much. She needed to come.
?Damn, Why didn?t I ever buy a dildo?? she thought to herself.
The suit wasted no time responding. She felt an incredible rush as her pussy
lips parted to allow the dildo to form inside her. Her gloved hands slid down
to her crotch as she felt the shaft form within her. Slowly a handle formed
and she grabbed the extruding end and began to thrust the dildo deep inside
her. While watching herself as a stranger in the mirror Tracy felt the
pleasure build to a massive climax. She was in total control as she worked
her pleasure spots the way no other person could. Just when she was reaching
a wonderful high she felt the suit press between her cheeks and enter her
again from behind. In her surprise she let out a squeal. She fell back on to
the bed gasping for air. The combination of expected and unusual penetrations
was overwhelming. The release was amazing, she came furiously, but whatever
had taken her was not done yet. She felt like a new woman. This was really
going to impress Rick. She couldn?t wait to show him tonight. When she
concentrated on returning the shoes. Nothing happened...
Chapter 3
The Spirit
?I?m not done with you yet,? she spoke the words to herself but it was not her
doing the talking. Her body walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair
of baggy jeans and put on big sweatshirt. Just walking was getting her
excited again. As the latex pulled down from her head to below her neckline
it revealed long red hair that spilled to her shoulders. The gloves also
pulled back to her wrists and the two dildos withdrew. Returning to the
mirror she saw an extremely attractive red-haired beauty wearing her beat up
work clothes. Underneath the bagginess she could still feel the tight latex
hugging her impressive figure. As the hands ran over the jeans she could feel
the latex against her skin. The last bit of outside evidence, the spike
heeled boots, quickly changed into a plain looking flat shoe.
?Who?s doing this?? Tracy posed the question in her own mind. ?I am.?
Tracy nearly fainted from the almost audible reply. ?What?! Who said that??
The body spoke outloud now. ?Just relax Tracy. My spirit has been waiting
for inspiration like yours for centuries.?
?I?m losing my mind?
?No, your losing your body. But don?t worry. You will be rewarded very well
for what you?ve done.:
?What? What did I do? Who are you? What the hell is going on?? Tracy was
beginning to panic.
?Calm down, my dear. I am Sheena and hell has nothing to do with this. I am
going to sit your body down in that chair and I will explain everything.?
Without any choice in the matter, Tracy?s body walked to the chair and slowly
sat and reclined. ?Mmmmm. This latex material is magnificent!? Tracy felt it
as well and she was loving that feeling too.
?Now, I will begin with my death. I died so long ago I couldn?t possibly
count the centuries that have passed. I was a mystic in my life. I often
traveled outside my body and in my travels a gained a certain distaste for my
own flesh. I was cursed by my mortality. At the point of my death I tried to
leave my body at the last instant of life and I succeeded. My problem was
there was no one with me.
?My consciousness remained but it was in the medallion I had on my neck at the
time. Over the years I moved into different inanimate objects but I can not
take a body since my death.?
?Well you seem to have mine with no problem,? Tracy interrupted.
?There is a reason for that. If you wanted control I would be back to the
shoes. Deep down you are allowing me in your body. And I think you will want
to share with me. After all, I control the shoes.?
?You mean, these weren?t my fantasies I was creating?? Tracy sounded very
disappointed. ?All this was your idea??
?Don?t under estimate yourself.? Sheena was still talking with Tracy?s
altered body. ?These were all your ideas. When you thought them I
participated. I shared bodies with women and men since my death. I was with
Gloria, Ms. Winham, for 75 years.?
?So that was you in those photos!? Tracy sounded sure of herself now.
?Well... That was both of us, Yes. I began to loose my interest in sex many
years ago. As a mystic I died a virgin.? Sheena felt Tracy?s shock. ?It
wasn?t as uncommon then as it is now. Anyway, When I first experienced sex
it obsessed me. If I had sex while I was living I would have been a nympho,
I?m sure of it. After several hundred years I did everything I could imagine.
My partners would trade places with me and in return I would give them
pleasure like I gave you.?
?And that?s why I got those rushes of sexual pleasure from the shoes?? Tracy
guessed.
?I had to encourage you to experiment.? Tracy?s face smile a wicked, sexy
grin. ?...and am I ever glad I did.?
?What was so special about me?? Tracy asked.
?It was your fetishes that inspired me like nothing ever before. I never
imagined getting pleasure from clothing. It was always flesh that I craved
for. This latex you dreamed up is wonderful.? Sheena moved her hands inside
her pants and felt the latex between her legs. ?I never had anything like it
before.?
Now it was Tracy?s turn to impress. ?Well rubber was only invented this
century so you couldn?t have worn it before.? While she spoke Tracy felt the
control of the body return to her. ?What do we do now?? Now Tracy was
speaking out loud.
?I will propose the same deal to you that I have made for centuries. I will
give you unlimited control of your body and you fetishes. In return you will
allow me to share your pleasure. When you give me control the body is mine to
please. We are both powerless without the consent of the other.?
?How can I pass up an offer like this?? Tracy was looking at her new body in
the mirror as she spoke. ?I?d say you got a deal. I intend to tell my
husband about it though.?
?Your husband can participate as he wishes. The deal works for him as well.?
Sheena sounded very pleased. ?I must warn you both that your relationship
may be strained while I use either of your bodies for my pleasure. Do you
think you can handle that??
?I think Rick would understand.?
?OK Tracy, Now we can seal the deal with my first use of your body.?
?Go ahead? Tracy didn?t even get the words out before Sheena took control.
?Just sit back and enjoy, Tracy. You?ll feel everything I do.?
Sheena was out the door in a minute.
"...but its just like the show before
Yea, the news is just another show..." -PF
PJ Nagrom
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