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Magic Shoes 1
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Subject: The Magic Shoes Chpt. 1 (Fetish, Fantasy)
Date: Thu Jun 22 10:02:35 1995
Just a wandering tale about some shoes that contain magic sexual powers.
The focus is on the clothing- leather and latex mostly.
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!?
"...but its just like the show before
Yea, the news is just another show..." -PF
Don Mc
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