I loved the effect it had on me. I loved Ann.The shoes I loved less. The heels were at least an inch higher than I was comfy with. But not high enough...to make a fuss about it. Ann wanted me to wear them and so I would wear them. Her eyes burnt holes in my ass as I staggered to the kitchen, still wobbly on the heels. Would have to practice every minute I could if I didn't want to look like a duck. Which, of course, wouldn't do. I wanted her to be proud of me even more than I wanted to be proud. We became part of the B-E condensate. I suddenly had four arms, four eyes and tits. We both frantically started pawing at ourselves. We felt a flat chest and a warm pair of boobies at the same time. We both felt the others genitals as well as our own. Now THAT was strange. Trying to move was an exercise in futility. We both fell flat on our faces. We looked into each other's eyes and knew deeply and perfectly what we felt about each other. resonated between us as we passed out holding each. My mom worked in a hospital with strict dress policies, all women wore white dresses, no slacks back then. She had very set routines and schedules for things (daily, weekly, monthly, etc.). She got up early and was gone before I got up in the morning. When she got home at night, she often took her dress off and paraded around the house in her bra, panties, slip, and stockings until she poured herself a drink and got dinner started. Then she would take her stockings off in the kitchen and hang. I was then two years away from the ending of my secondary school life. It was the middle of winter and spring. I was then on the age when a boy or girl learns to see the world with a new view. I also got that view, I also opened my eyes wide. I learnt to feel the feeling of something heavenly. I learnt to see a beauty with mind’s eye. I learnt to feel the beauty in the empty blue sky, the beauty in the flow of water, in the sunrise and sunset, in bird’s wings, in little plants, the tinny.