To Old to be Young - Chapter 12 – Part 2 of 2

 Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 12 – Part 2 of 2

 

Jim was hoping!  Praying!  For a number of things.  But as the afternoon drew closer to dinnertime, he was mostly hoping to see Jackie barging into his house once again.  He was standing staring out the crack between his curtains at his backyard, because once again he had a mess in the back of his diaper and he didn’t want to sit down in it.  He was still wearing his new red shoes though.  She had said to enjoy them, and he was, even though he had taken them off for a few hours after he had humped his bed earlier today.

He heard the door opening and turned.  “There you are,” he said, glad to finally see her.

“Hi Jim,” Jackie greeted him as she came in.  She noticed the shoes on his feet.  “How are the shoes.”

“They hurt when I stand up in them too long,” he replied.

“But you’re still wearing them?”

Jim shrugged.  “You said to enjoy them.”

Jackie smiled.  “I’m glad you are.”  Do I detect the odor of something nasty in your diaper?

“Yes!  I’ve been standing here waiting for you to unlock me so I can finally change.

Jackie chuckled.  “Get undressed,” she told him.  “I’ll unlock you.”

A few minutes later, Jim’s onesie was off, and he was down to just his dirty diaper.  Jackie knew he’d be going in for a shower.  “When you get your shower Jim, you might want to shave everything you can…or not.  The choice is yours.  The ladies are planning on shaving you tonight like we did last week, but if you want to make the process any faster, then shave what you can.  The choice is yours, but I can tell you that the others won’t mind doing it one bit.”

Jim considered it.  “I’ll have to think about it while I’m cleaning up.”

“I’m heading home now,” she told him.  “I won’t lock you this time, but tonight make sure you’re wearing one of your onesies, some hose, and those new red shoes you bought.  I’m sure the ladies are dying to see you in them.  And don’t forget to bring one of your nighttime diapers with you.”

Jim asked the burning question that had been most on his mind all day.  “What are you going to…saddle me with tonight…for the rest of eternity?”

Jackie chuckled.  “Nothing much.  You’ll just have to wait and see.  Oh, and when you come tonight, we’ll be spending most of the evening playing Bridge, so bring something to read…if you want.”  With that, she left him.

Jim’s nervousness increased.  Shave…or not to shave.  That was the question.  Was it better to do it himself…as much as he could, or let them do it for him?  In the end, he decided to let them do all the work, while he laid there and enjoyed the attention.

 

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Jim was in Jackie’s house carrying a few snacks out to her card table when the doorbell rang.  He watched as Jackie headed to the door and opened it.  He was expecting just Beverly from across the street, but Lisa and Pamela were there too.  He stood by the table while they all came in and looked him over, he noticed them especially looking at his shoes.

“Love you shoes,” Pamela told him.  “Do they hurt your feet?”

“Some,” Jim replied nervously.

“I wish I could still wear shoes like that,” Lisa said.

“Don’t we all,” Jackie agreed.  “Since we’re all here already, would you ladies rather wait on our game and take care of Jim here first, or would you rather play cards and take a break later?”

“Let’s do him now,” Pamela suggested.  “That way we don’t have to be interrupted so long later.”

Since the women all agreed, Jim was led back to Jackie’s bedroom again where he saw the plastic shower curtain once again covering her bed.  He put up no resistance as he was stripped naked, then laid back on the bed and tied spread eagled.

“I see that Iron Maiden device stretching your cock out for so long didn’t make it any bigger,” Pam noted with a laugh.

“Did you really think it would?” Beverly replied.

“Well, I was hoping, for him maybe,” Pam told her.

Jim did his best to ignore their comments, but then he heard Lisa say.  “Oh look, he’s getting a bit bigger.  He must like hearing about what a small cock he has.”  All the women laughed, and Jim grew a tiny bit more. 

A minute later, two of them were taking razors to his entire body to shave all the new-grown hair away.  His cock grew a bit more when they worked all around it.  He was definitely pleased with his decision to let them do the shaving for him.  He didn’t enjoy it as much when they turned him over and did his backside, but he would have had a lot of trouble doing that for himself anyway.

When they were done with his back, they rolled him over again and refastened him so that he was once again tied spread eagle on the bed.  He didn’t know why they bothered, all he needed was a diaper and he’d be ready to go.

“Got that thing?” Jackie asked Pamela.

“In my bag,” Pam replied.  “Let me get it.”

Thing?  Jim had to wonder what thing.  As Pam left the room, his nervousness suddenly increased.  He saw her come back a minute later with something in her hand.

“Who wants to do the honors?” Pam asked.

“You bought it,” Jackie replied.  “I think it’s only fair that you get to put it on him.”

“What is it?” Jim asked, fully nervous now.

“Just something small for you to enjoy,” Pam told him.  “Very small, in fact.  I had to do a bit of searching on the internet just to find it.”

“What?” Jim asked again.

“We’ll let you see it in a minute,” Pam told him.  She turned to Beverly.  “You said you wanted to video this again?”

Beverly pulled out her phone.  “All set,” she replied.

While the other looked on, Pam sat down on the side of the bed.  “Dear Jim,” she said as she reached out and touched his now fully shrunken cock again.  “You were a bad boy this week.  You gave not only Jackie, but all of us a lot of trouble.”

Jim’s nervousness increased more, but he said nothing.

“So because of that,” Pam continued, “I kind of felt that just a few hours of wearing that lovely little thing that Jackie put on your tiny little cock wasn’t really enough to get the point across.  So, I found you something else to wear.”

“What?” Jim asked again, more insistently.

Pam looked up at Beverly as she videoed what was happening.  “Bev,” she said.  “Why don’t you climb on top of him again like you did last time.  The video angle was so good before.  And I’m sure he couldn’t see at all what we were doing to him.”

Beverly laughed, then climbed on top of Jim and sat on his stomach with her camera pointed at Jim’s small cock.

A moment later, Jim felt Pam doing something with his penis.  He felt her manipulating and pulling and pushing something very tight over his cock and his balls.  “No!  Not again,” he shouted as he realized it had to be some kind of chastity device.  He struggled against his bonds, but it did him no good at all.

“Hush Jim,” Lisa ordered.

The pulling continued, because whatever it was, was very tight and he could tell Pam was having some difficulty getting it on him, but suddenly he could feel the retaining ring in place.  Only moments later, he felt something cover the tip of his cock and then the pushing began.  The pushing didn’t last long at all before he felt a bit of manipulating and then she took her hand away and he felt nothing except something covering his cock.

“That was a lot easier than that other thing,” Pam noted.

“Geez!” Lisa exclaimed.  “It was small before, but now there’s almost nothing there at all.”

“That was the point,” Pam told her.  “Besides, he is so small that most of these devices would be way too big for him.  This one…fits!  Perfectly!”

“All done?” Beverly asked.

“Finished,” Pam told her.

Beverly, still videoing everything, got off of Jim.

“Untie him now, and let him look,” Jackie told the others.

The moment he was untied, Jim sat up on the side of the bed and tried to inspect what they had done to him. 

“It’s called The Nub,” Pam told him.  “Actually, it’s a cheap knockoff I found on the web.  But it’s the same thing.  And as you can see, there’s not much at all left of what little you had to enjoy yourself with before.”

Jim inspected the entire device.  It was all pink plastic with some kind of internal lock.  But the biggest thing was how small it was.  It crushed his cock down to nearly nothing.  He could see his ball sack and a small pink thing that barely stuck out above it, and that was it.  When he ran his fingers over it, he couldn’t feel anything inside the thing at all.

“Jim,” Jackie said to him.  “Most of our Tuesday night surprises are going to be pretty much forever, but this one isn’t.  It will only last for one week, until next Tuesday night.  Since you were such a pain when you rebelled and you shouldn’t have, we’ve decided to prevent you from getting the enjoyment we all know you were getting.  In other words, no sex, for one week.  And the second part of your surprise is those lovely new red shoes you bought today.  You’re going to wear them all day, every day for the next week from the time you get dressed until you go to bed.  Every day.  No matter where you go or what you’re doing.  No matter what!  No taking them off!  And I intend on making sure that you do.”

“With that thing on him, I have no doubt he’s going to find this next week to be very interesting,” Pam noted.

“Not to mention frustrating,” Beverly agreed.

“Lay back on the bed again Jim.  Inspecting it and playing with it isn’t going to do you any good.  Let’s get you diapered again so we can get to our game.”

A few brief minutes later, Jim was diapered in one of his thick night diapers.  Inside it, he desperately tried to feel something from his cock, but it was more like he didn’t have a cock anymore.  He couldn’t feel it at all.  At least with that other monstrosity they had put on him before that they had tortured him with, he could feel it, he could feel the pain from it, but with this thing, he couldn’t feel anything at all.  He just hoped he’d be able to pee with no problems.

“We’ll leave you in just that diaper for a while,” Jackie told him, we want to make sure you’re going to have no trouble peeing.  As soon as we know you can do it, you can get dressed.  In fact, once you do wet yourself, you can go home.”

Just then, going home sounded good to Jim, he wasn’t sure anymore if things were still fun or not.  On the one hand, Jackie kept telling him that they wanted him to enjoy his situation and that he should get all the fun out of it that he could, but now they had done something to him so that he couldn’t enjoy himself.  In moments, he found himself still sitting on the side of Jackie’s bed, while the rest of the women had already disappeared down the hallway.

Wearing just his diaper, he headed for the living room and then the kitchen where he poured himself another cup of coffee.  In the kitchen, his hand once again pressed against the front of his diaper.  He felt…nothing.  What was he going to do?  He realized that it was important for him to pee in his diaper now, mostly to make sure that he could, but also because he wanted to go home and find out exactly what he could and couldn’t do with that thing on him…even though he suspected that he already knew.

Carrying his coffee, he headed out to Jackie’s couch to read for a little while.  He had just started to read something from his tablet when Beverly came up to him.  She handed him her cellphone.  “I just thought you might want to see the two videos I made.  That fist one is from the Iron Maiden we put on you.  The second one is the thing we did tonight.  Enjoy them Jim,” she said with a  chuckle.

Jim watched the two videos, but watching them was a big mistake.  All they did was to make him hornier than he already was…and inside his diaper, it was as if he didn’t have a cock anymore to be horny with.  He could feel nothing at all.  Wanting badly to go home and hump his bed…and knowing how useless that would probably be, he put Beverly’s phone down and sipped faster at his coffee, hoping to pee sooner rather than later.

He drank cup after cup of coffee while he tried to read a book from his tablet…while also occasionally getting up to get the women some snacks or more coffee while they played their card game.  It was an hour later before he gratefully managed to pee.  “I’m wet!” he announced once he had finished.  He had to wait until the ladies finished the card hand they were playing before any of them paid attention to them.

“Any problems doing it?” Jackie asked.

Jim considered it.  “Not really.”

“Good!” Jackie declared.

A few minutes later, Jim found himself locked inside his onesie again.  With his red heels on his feet, he carried the rest of his clothes in his hand as he traipsed across the yard to his own house.  Inside, he headed straight for the bed.  He tried desperately to hump the bed.  He tried desperately to get any kind of reaction at all.  He tried whatever he could to at least feel something inside his diaper, but it was useless.  For all intents and purposes, that thing they had put on him was so small there was no way he could feel anything at all.  They had affectively taken every bit of his fun away.

Now what was he going to do?

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 12 – Part 1 of 2

 Thank you for all your well wishes.  I’m doing a little better.  I hope this is readable, I feel like I’m existing with only half a brain and my vertigo is still pretty bad.  For a while there I was worried I had other problems too that might cost me my life.  Fortunately, they seem to have gone away.  Enjoy all.

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 12 – Part 1 of 2

 

Everywhere he looked he saw diapers.  Everywhere!  The way Jackie and Beverly had stacked them all over his house, there wasn’t a room he could go to where he couldn’t see them.  The worst though was the bathrooms where the stacks of diapers literally replaced where his toilets used to sit, reminding him once again that he couldn’t use a toilet even if he wanted to.  He had no choice at all but to use his diapers.  And having them stacked all over the place seemed to do nothing but constantly remind him of that.

As he fixed his morning coffee, he worried about what the day ahead might bring.  It was Tuesday.  According to their agreement, every Tuesday she would get to do something to him to make his whole life even worse than it was now.  Although that was hard to wrap his head around, even though he could imagine so many different things she could do to him to make that happen.  He would just have to wait until tonight to find out what he would be saddled with next.  Oddly, the very thought of it excited him too.  Too much!

As his coffeemaker brewed, he headed back to his bedroom.  Yesterday, he had been too sore still to get any pleasure from his situation, but now he was already getting hard.  He had played for a while this morning before he got out of bed, but he didn’t allow himself to have an orgasm.  This time, while his coffee brewed, he decided it was past time.  He spent the next fifteen minutes humping the bed, shooting his load off into his diaper.  The only place he could shoot his load anymore since because of the locking onesie he was wearing, he couldn’t get out of his diapers.  At least she had come by last night and let him change.  After the way she had left him yesterday afternoon, he wasn’t expecting that.  For that alone, he was grateful.  Now he wondered what time she would be there to let him change again this morning?

His first orgasm in days finally over with, and hating himself for giving in and going back to their agreement, he went back to the kitchen to get his coffee.  He took it to his desk and pulled up another of his old stories that he had written.  In minutes, he was deeply involved with it.  A while later, he heard his front door opening.

“Jim!” Jackie called as she came in.

Jim came out of his office.  “Hi,” he said simply.

Jackie looked him over.  “Love that onesie,” she said.  “Do I smell coffee?”

“Of course.”

She went over to him and unlocked the onesie.  “Go get cleaned up.  I’ll get my own coffee.”

While Jim was in the shower, Jackie took her coffee into his office and sat at his desk.  She spent a few minutes reading the story on his screen, but she didn’t even move his mouse to read more of it.  Just the one page she could see was enough to tell her much.  It was some kind of forced diaper story.  She headed into his bedroom to look through his closet.  It was going to be a busy day today, and she had no doubt he would be terrified!

From his closet, she picked out a nice shirt and a nice pair of pants for him to wear.  She laid them out on the foot of the bed.  From his dresser drawer he found a pair of pantyhose that she set out on top of his clothes.  And on top of all that, she put another of his new onesies for him to wear.  She stared at the clothes.  Perfect.  Of course, there was going to be one more minor little thing as well.

When he left the bathroom, she had him lay on the bed, noticing him constantly looking at the clothes she had laid out for him.  Before diapering him, she took the time to carefully check his cock.  “Any problems still?”

“Not anymore,” Jim replied.

She smiled.  “Which means you had some fun.”

“Maybe,” he replied.

She laughed, as she pulled the diaper up firmly.  “That’s what we want you to have,” she told him.

A minute later, she was locking him inside the onesie she had laid out.  “Pantyhose under your clothes today,” she told him.  “I’ll be back to pick you up about ten-thirty.  Wear your heels!”

Jim was suddenly terrified.  “Pick me up?”

“Like I said,” Jackie told him with a sly smile, “it’s going to be a busy day.  Tuesday!  Remember?”

“But…whatever you’re doing shouldn’t start until tonight,” he protested.

“True, but for this we need to get you ready.  “Ten-thirty.  Heels!  Be ready!”  With that, she walked out.

Jim felt like his legs were going to give out on him.  He also felt his cock twitch again inside his diaper.

 It was five minutes early when Jackie pulled her car out of her driveway and into his.  As always, she didn’t bother knocking, she used her key and just went inside.  “Hi Jim,” she called.  She didn’t get an answer, but she saw him waiting for her in his living room.  He was sitting in one of his chairs, waiting for her.  The look on his face told her how nervous he was.  Her eyes also didn’t miss the sight of the high heels he was wearing.  She went over to him.  “Nervous about going out?”

“Yes!”

“Terrified?”

“Absolutely.  Can we please not do this?”

“Jim, wrap your head around this, you’re going to do it, like it or not.  And not only that, you’re going to have to get used to doing it…a lot!  Time to start getting used to it.”

It was a moment before he gave a small nod.

“Now get up and come into your office for a few minutes.”

That surprised him.  He got up.  “What do you need?” he asked as he followed her toward his desk.

“Find that no control mantra thing you wrote.”

“Why?” he asked as he sat down in his chair.

She didn’t answer.  She waited until he had brought the thing up on his screen.  “Turn away from it,” she told him.  When his chair was facing to the side, she said, “Now close your eyes and concentrate.”

He turned his head and looked up at her skeptically. 

“Just do it!” she told him.

He turned his head away and closed his eyes.

She leaned close to his head and very softly began reading.  “Relax.  Relax.  No control.  No control.”  She went through the entire thing that way.  When she was done, she waited a moment until he opened his eyes.  “How do you feel?” she asked.

“Relaxed,” he replied.

“Did you wet yourself?”

“No.”

“Maybe next time,” she told him.  “Are you still relaxed?”

“Completely.”

“Then try and stay that way.”

Once again he looked up at her skeptically.  “Just try, okay?  These are your fantasies we’re playing with.  You can’t enjoy them if you don’t try.”

Even though he knew she was right, he didn’t bother answering.

“Now I’ve got another mantra for you to learn.”

“Another one?”

“Yes.  Now repeat this.  I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“What?”

“Repeat it, like a mantra!”

“What was it again?”

“I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.  Now say that.”

“I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“Good.  Now say it again, three times.”

He repeated the small sentence three times like she asked.

“Now what’s your first mantra?”

“Relax.  Relax.  No control.  No control.”

“And now your second one?”

“I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“Good!” she told him.  “Keep saying both of them to yourself and get up from there.  We’re going shopping.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Repeat your mantras again.”

He grunted.  “Relax.  Relax.  No control.  No control.  I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“Good!  Keep repeating them to yourself and let’s go.”

Jim was nervous just leaving his house wearing the high heels.  He wasn’t as concerned about the diaper he was wearing because he thought his pants would hide it well enough.  He hoped anyway.  Either way, locked inside his onesie, there was little he could do about it.  But his high heels were completely visible.  What would he say if anyone did ask him about them?  Tell the truth like she had suggested?  That wasn’t on the top of his list of ways to handle it.

“Where are we going?” he asked again as she left his driveway.

“Shopping!”

“A lot of shopping?  To a lot of places?”  He certainly hoped not.

“Not this time.  Next time maybe.”

He didn’t say it, but his response would have been – “Good!”  At this point, he was already ready to go home, and they had barely left the house.

His nervousness didn’t improve any the longer he rode in her car.  He wasn’t worried about riding in her car, nobody could see his diapers or his embarrassing shoes.  It was getting out of her car that worried him.  Unfortunately, he figured out that their nice quiet car trip was ending when she pulled up in front of a shoe store.  “Shoes?”

“You noticed!” she joked.  “And here I thought it would be a surprise.”

“You want me to go in there, wearing the shoes I’ve got on.”

“I want you to go everywhere and anywhere wearing the shoes you’ve got on.  Here included, so start getting used to it.”

He shook his head.

“What’s your first mantra?”

He was tempted to roll his eyes.  “Relax.  Relax.  No control, no control.”

“And are you relaxed…inside.  So you can pee if you need to.”

“Not anymore.”

“Then sit there and keep repeating that mantra until you are.”

“I’m okay,” he replied.

“I didn’t ask if you were okay.  Now sit there and relax your body and repeat that mantra until you’ve got yourself all nice and relaxed inside again.  Just do it!”

He wanted to grunt his frustration, but he didn’t.  He sat there and closed his eyes.  Softly he repeated the mantra over and over again, trying as he said it to relax his body.  A minute later, he stopped and looked at her.

“Better now?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Now stay that way, nice and relaxed, and say your second mantra.”

“I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“Say it again.  Stay as relaxed as you can, and keep saying it until it sinks in.”

Again he closed his eyes and kept repeating a mantra, this time the new one.  A minute later, he stopped and looked at her.

“Ready?”

“Not really, but…”

“But ready or not, let’s go.  Get out, and don’t even think about stopping.  You’re going in there to buy a new pair of shoes for yourself, and like you decided, you don’t care who sees you in them because you like them.”

It took a moment, but he nodded, then turned and opened the door.  As he stepped out of her car, he absolutely couldn’t believe he was doing this.  Forget the mantra, this was just crazy, and he had absolutely no business going in there wearing high heels.

“Keep saying your mantra,” she told him.  “Say it out loud, but softly.”

He started saying his shoe mantra over and over again, but what was really going through his mind was the decision to try and be brave.  A moment later, she led him to the door, and then inside.  He was still saying his shoe mantra softly, but more insistently the moment he walked inside.  He didn’t stop saying it as she led him over to all the rows of women’s shoes.  He looked around briefly.  Had anyone else noticed what shoes he was wearing?  He couldn’t be sure.  There were a number of people of both sexes in the store, and they were spread out all over the place.  He was just glad that nobody gave him any trouble over his shoes – yet.

Jackie led him toward the women’s dress shoes.  “Okay,” she said.  “Every time I had you looking at women’s shoes on the internet, I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to like all the very high heels.  So I want you to buy yourself a pair.  What you get it totally up to you, but they have to be something sexy with very high heels.  Oh, and don’t get black.  Anything other than black.  The rest is up to you.”

“Up to me?”

“Jim, they’re going to be your shoes.  It’s your fantasies.  They’re for you to wear and enjoy.  Pick something that will be fun for you to wear.”

“Fun?”

“Fun!” she repeated.  “Isn’t that why you bought all the other things you’ve got?  Isn’t that why you bought the shoes you’re wearing now?  Fun!  Just…enjoy yourself.  Shop.  Find something that turns you on.”

Jim just figured that it was all easy for her to say, but he wasn’t her…or a her.  He started wandering through the rows of shoes.  He was surprised to find that she wasn’t staying right with him…and he wished desperately that she would.  If she wasn’t there, he couldn’t pretend he was helping her look for shoes.  Although he already knew that a woman her age wouldn’t be buying shoes like he was supposed to get.  In fact, a woman his age wouldn’t be buying them either.  So why should he?  Because she had said so and this was supposed to be all about his fun.  Fun?  He swallowed and kept looking.

He passed a few women as he wandered around the aisles.  None of them seemed to give him more than a passing glance, but he wasn’t exactly watching everyone else.  As he shopped, the situation struck him as completely bizarre.  He was a man…not just a man but an old man…wearing women’s high heels, in the shoe store, looking to buy himself another pair of high heels.  An even sexier pair that would only be worn by a much younger woman.  Bizarre!

“Having any luck?”

He turned to see Jackie walking back to him.  “I’ve seen a few interesting pairs.”

“Like what?”

He walked back the way he had come and pointed out a few.

“I know you didn’t try any of them on.”

“No.  I was just looking first.”

“Okay.  But now it’s time to get down to business.  Try a few.”

He looked at her skeptically.

“Which pair excited you the most?”

“Really?”

“Yes!  Really!  Which pair turned you on the most?”

He stopped to consider it, then finally walked back toward the middle of the aisle they were on.  He found the shoes.  “These,” he said, showing her a pair of red high heels with closed toes and straps that would buckle around his ankle.

“Perfect!” she declared.  “But will they fit?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then try them on.”

“Try them on?”

“Yes!  Jim.  What’s your new mantra?  Say it!”

He wanted to say how frustrated he was.  Instead, he said, “I love wearing women’s shoes and I don’t care who sees me in them.”

“Keep telling yourself that, and try them on.”

He wasn’t supposed to care who saw him wearing them, but he did.  Trying to be brave about it, he pulled the box of lady’s heels from the shelf and carried it to a bench near the end of the aisle.  He sat down and kicked off the heels he had worn into the store.  He tried one of the red shoes on, buckling it firmly.  He had chosen the shoe size of the shoes he usually bought, and was grateful to notice that they seemed to fit.

“Stand up,” she suggested.   He stood, putting his weight on that foot.

“How is it?”

“Fine,” he told her.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another woman shopper now staring at him, watching.  He tried to ignore her.  “These will do,” he told Jackie.  “Are they good enough?”

“Just fine,” she told him.  “I think they’ll suit your needs perfectly.  Better try the other one on though, to make sure.”

He sat down and started to put the other shoe on, when a woman turned the corner and saw him.  “Oh!” the woman exclaimed as she noticed him putting the red high heels on his feet.  Jim looked up and saw that she was one of the store workers.  “Ladies heels?” she asked.

“Yes!” Jim replied pointedly.

The woman only nodded.  “Let me know if you need any help,” she replied, then she moved further along the aisle, straightening up the boxes of shoes.

Jim looked up at Jackie, then back at the woman.  He shook his head, not believing that would be her only comment.  She wasn’t even looking back at him…until she noticed her getting toward the end of the aisle.  She looked at him, then disappeared.  He finished putting the other shoe on then stood up again.  He took a couple of steps in them.  “They’re fine,” he declared.  “Can we get out of here now?”

“Yes,” Jackie replied.  “We just needed to get you another pair of shoes.  That’s all.”

“Jim put his old shoes back on and carried the new box to the register.  He now noticed a few people looking at him, noticing the heels on his feet…and they weren’t even red.  How bad would wearing red shoes out in public be?  He didn’t want to think about that.  He bravely paid for his new shoes and followed Jackie out of the store and back to her car.  He was never so glad to get his feet out of sight as when he got in.  He breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad the ordeal was over with.

“Did you wet yourself?” Jackie asked.

“No.”

“Are you still relaxed?”

“Yes, but not that relaxed.”

“You should have tried harder to stay relaxed while you were in there,” Jackie said as she started the car.  “Maybe next time.”  She backed the car out of the parking space.  “And what are you supposed to do when you’re not as relaxed as you should be?” she asked.

“Say the mantra,” he said disgustedly.

“Then why aren’t you?”

Jim closed his eyes and said his mantra.  Now that he was back in her car and they were heading home…he hoped…he didn’t care as much.  She pulled into her own driveway, and he got out with his box of new shoes, very glad to be home again.

“See you later, Jim,” Jackie called as she headed for her door.

“Am I supposed to wear these now?” Jim asked, holding up the box.

“If you want.  That’s up to you.  We bought them so you could enjoy them.  I’ll be by later this afternoon so you can change.”  With that, she waved and unlocked her door.

Jim headed back to his own house.  He carried the new shoes into his bedroom and opened the box.  Red high heels.  Red shoes, with a very high thin heel.  He figured at least four inches, maybe five.  Ridiculous shoes…that did turn him on.  With nothing better to do, he put the shoes on his feet and walked around his house in them for a little while, all the time remembering the ordeal of going out into the store to buy them…in person, including trying them on.  A little while later, he was wearing them while he did his best to hump his bed.  Jackie had said to enjoy them…so he was.