Blame Abba Chapter 2

"I want you to really enjoy the experience this evening, Don, so I've got you these, they are rather special. Take great care please, roll them up first, then gently pull them on."

I looked at the pack as Jacqui handed me the first stocking. The label was 'Aristoc, 7D Black seamed, Luxury Hi-Leg'. And luxury they were too, they felt really totally gorgeous, gently sliding up my leg. I was aware of the seam and tried to get it in place on each stocking. After I had finished I stood up and Jacqui inspected them.

"Well done. Just this one, let me push it a little.... that's better, you don't want to show crooked seams tonight, do you?"

"Show?" I said. "OK, I know you want me to feel good, but they won't be seen, will they, under my silk pants?"

"Wait and see, Don. Anyway, treat number two. THESE took some finding, and they were not cheap, but we thought it would be worth it. How about these then?"

She took from the bag a shoe box and opened it to reveal a pair of stiletto heels. They were new, black, patent, with VERY high heels and an ankle strap with a gold clasp. They looked very classy or at least I thought so.

"They're specially designed for men, they have an indented heel so they look very high but they are really just high. For someone your height they look ideal. Did you know there is a transvestite shop in town? We got them there on Tuesday after work."

I did know, I had passed it many times and thought of going in. Then I realised what she said.

"You said 'we'. Twice. So who is this 'we' then?"

"Just Mary and me. We met for coffee after I got back from college, then we decided to look for some rather special things for this evening. Right Don, lift your right foot, let's see."

She slid it on, it fitted like a glove. Well, like a shoe anyway. She fastened up the gold clasp. A few minutes later I was standing, rather unsteadily, on enormous high heels and looking down at my feet. They did look good, I thought, gorgeous stockings and shoes like that.