I set them on the floor and slid one nyloned foot into them as carefully as someone testing the temperature of the ocean. The girlish footwear gave so...me resistance. I increased the pressure a little and pop, the shoe cradled my foot as if it had been bought especially for me. The second shoe quickly followed and I buckled the sandals' harness straps.I walked all over the house, then, admiring my girlish self in any mirror that I could find. My smooth legs in hose and girl's sandals thrilled me. I’ve started thinking that way as well.TempingI left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so much time off, so I quit. I was getting a bit bored at the end of last year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp Agency. I didn’t do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are worth telling you about. The first was a firm of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a couple of. I got up, my dick hard and sticking out and looked around picked up my shorts and ran to the corner and pulled them on grabbed a tshirt. I pulled over and then sat on the bed not knowing whats next, when she saw me looking she too must have felt embarrased and she too vanished to collect clothes and she went down 10 minutes passed my dick went limb, I was looking outside the window with my back facing the door not knowing how to see her next after 10 minutes she came up and asked me what was I. I laughed, poured her third glass and told her to sip this one; “the taste would be a lot better now.”We sat there for a moment enjoying the cheap plonk as if it were a vintage Pomerol. I gazed at her hands; all cracked and dry. I told her she should use some moisturiser as I took hold of one. I gently caressed the hand, turning it over two or three times as if inspecting it. She did not pull away so I said; “let me try to fix them”. I folded back her index, wedding and little fingers, leaving.