Post 215: Girls Get Ready

I could not believe it, at the time, how I looked that night. The short black skirt I had borrowed from Josie, the new white top I had bought myself yesterday. And now these heels. Never ever ever had I thought I would be going out in public dressed the way I was. I had changed when I got there of course, to Josie’s place - if my father ever saw me trying to leave the house like this he would be very mad. I did my makeup there, too, and Stephanie promised she would teach me how to walk in high heels. She and I now wore the same size and she brought three pairs of them with her for me to choose from. I had never walked in heels nearly this big before, but it was not as hard as I thought!

“Jesus Lakshmi look at your ass,” Stephanie had said, watching me from behind as I tried again - this time more successfully - to look natural in the first silver stilettos, “I’ve been squatting heavy for two years and you’re twice my size already. What’s your secret?”

“My mom’s Navratan Khorma, I guess,” I replied, surprising myself with my own boldness and turning on my heel to look back at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of Josie’s huge bedroom. I held back a shy giggle as I saw it myself: I was so big back there! The heels also added to the effect, making my calves bulge a bit and giving me a more provocative stance. I could feel them; like my thighs my calves were becoming powerful, inflating and deflating each time I took a step in these shoes that made me another five inches taller. Everything about my walk, about how I carried myself and swung my hips was different in high heels; I loved it. 

“High heels scare men,” Stephanie said as she watched me, satisfied now, walking back towards her, “any boys there tonight are going to start shaking when they see you.” That made me laugh, again, and brought a weird flutter to my chest; the thought was weirdly thrilling and hearing it from Stephanie - who was soooooo pretty, with supermodel legs - made me even more proud.

“And look at her boobs!” Josie crowed, suddenly jumping from the bed and her discarded White Claw cans to cup my bosoms in her hands. I stiffened in surprise but immediately started giggling; I’d had two mango hard seltzers myself and haha was getting a little tipsy...

 “There’s nothing little about ‘Little  Kiki’ anymore!” It was true, with all the weight I’d been putting on, I was now a D-cup. I was proud of them, too, and as embarrassed about it as I acted I secretly wished they would keep growing bigger along with…I can’t believe I’m thinking this haha…the rest of me!

“Jeez Kiki no fair,” Josie whined, posing next to me in the mirror, “your legs look bigger now than they did twenty minutes ago!”

Haha it was true! Just walking around in these heels seemed to pump up the musculature in my calves and thighs, and looking at the two of us in the mirror, rear views, well…

“You’re getting to be a lot of woman, girl,” Josie laughed, comparing us. It was true: my hips looked so broad, side-by-side with hers. And my bottom was…well, yes, a lot. I could not help but think that though she was a grown woman of twenty-one, and I was only older than her by a few years, I made her look like a girl.

“Try on the black ones!” Stephanie called, tossing the pair of what she had said were six-inch stilettos through the air to me. I laughed as I caught them.

“Ooooo I like these…” I purred, shoes in hand, already sitting down on the edge of Josie’s bed and and slipping out of the silver heels. They were definitely even taller than the ones I had on.

“Hey Joze how’s things with that boy from Wellspring?” Stephanie asked Josie as I began to try on the black pumps, “I haven’t heard much about him.”

“Yeah well he still likes me,” Josie replied, fluffing her long, brown hair out in the mirror, “But it’s hard. It’s like I don’t even see men as humans anymore.”

“Yeah they all seem like little trolls these days, don’t they?” Stephanie agreed. I felt that little flutter in my chest again. That we were talking about this, openly...it made me feel weird, excited. Guys were getting to seem like...cretinous to me, whenever I had to deal with them. For a while I thought it was just me that was feeling this way, but it seems like I’m not alone.

“Speaking of little trolls, what time are we supposed to pick him up?” Josie asked.

“Aww be nice!” I interjected, slipping the first of the wow oh wow really tall black pumps on. Since Dr J had his car taken away, we were going to be picking him up for the party tonight. And we were supposed to be getting a couple other girls, before that, too.

“Haha we were supposed to get him like...twenty minutes ago,” Stephanie replied, pulling out her phone and pointing the camera at me, “I’ll text him...here Kiki, stick that leg out, pose…”