The New Secretary
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The shoes were black patent leather pumps and Donna made sure to get a pair with open toes to show off my painted toe nails! I was grateful that most of our work was corporate and didn't involve a lot of walk in traffic but I drew the line at wearing high heels and complained immediately!
"What are you doing to me Donna!?" I asked with a quizzical glare as I stared at her. But she only smiled with her usual air of authority knowing full well who was in control.
"I thought you said 'who'll know' and that nobody could tell I was wearing ladies lingerie? If I wear these shoes around the office what happens when somebody comes in!?" I said in a terrified tone. "They'll freak out!"
"Don't worry!" She said. "You just get yourself a pair of loafers and keep them under your desk. Then, if someone comes into the office you can change shoes without them knowing."
"But what about these nylons?" I said pointing to my ankles.
"Your pants are long enough, just put your dress socks in the drawer until you leave at night."
She had it all figured out and even though I tried to argue further it did no good. Then she told me If I could learn to master the heels in a week she would give me another raise!
It became very strange almost surreal. She watched as I went back to my desk and took off my wingtips and black dress socks. My nyloned feet complete with red nail polish were now clearly evident! And worse now because I was stepping into women's high heeled shoes! Donna smiled with satisfaction at seeing them on me.
She had to help me stand at first and giggled as I wobbled on the five inch stiletto heels as I moved around the office doing nothing more than trying not to fall. She had me continue to practice and coached me how to step until I started walking a little better. She then returned to her office. An hour later I heard her ask me to bring her in a fresh cup of coffee. I knew what she wanted, she wanted to see me mincing on the heels and did just that as I carefully made my way into her office with the hot coffee. Donna thanked me then watched as I teetered, the heels forcing my hips into a slight wiggle as I moved back to my desk. And that's how it went.
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