Walking in heels would be a very strange experience, but Jon figured he'd get used to it with practice. What was really throwing him off was his new dainty feet. He'd spent his whole life with his feet growing bigger as he himself grew. To wake up from a sexual exploit and suddenly have his feet dramatically shrunken was a shock to his system.
After Karyn and Sarah had left him alone Jon had spent at least thirty minutes stumbling around his room, trying to find his balance. More than once did he find himself on his knees, grumbling at the inconvenience of having to learn to walk again. He refused to use the stone, however, to make his life easier. He wanted the experience of being transformed to be as authentic as possible.
With some practice and a few bruises, Jon started to move around more smoothly. His stride had become smaller, not trusting his balance entirely, but at least he could walk without falling. With a grin he examined the changes to his bedroom as he strolled a few laps.
His dresser now held nail file, nail polish of a few colours, nail polish remover and a nail buffer, all things that would never have found a place in his room before. Opening a few drawers showed Jon that his socks had changed to fit his feet, and there were even a few pairs of stockings, although, strangely, they all stopped just above the ankle.
Jon's pants were all the same, although they were all shortened by an inch, right where the transformation of his feet had stopped. He wondered at the change, imagining his strange wardrobe during his strange transformation.
The day was winding down, by the look of the clock on the nightstand, and Jon decided that it was time to go to sleep. The change that he'd experienced, while on the surface may have seemed superficial, had really taken it out of him. He was amazed at how such a small thing had made such a big difference in his life already.
As he drifted to sleep, Jon was smiling, wondering where the next day's feminizing threesome would occur.
