Jon had a secret. Not even his best friend Karyn knew about it. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
He had a women's shoe fetish.
Every day after school, when he didn't have plans with his friends, he'd hurry home and rush to his bedroom. The lock on his door had come in handy on more than one occasion as he opened the secret panel in his closet and pulled out pair after pair of sexy high heeled shoes. Each time he'd feel his penis get harder and harder as he touched each pair, softly rubbing it over his skin, taking his time deciding which to wear.
He always felt a combination of dirty and aroused as he'd prance around his room completely naked, balancing on the feminine footwear, frantically rubbing his erection until he came. He also knew that without the shoes he had no hope of ever attaining an orgasm; it was just the way he was built.
It wasn't that he was gay, far from it. Every orgasm brought his mind to scenes of him and beautiful naked women wearing identical shoes, and every time it was over he was filled with sadness at the fact that it would never happen. That is, however, until he first got the magic stone.
The night he had lent the stone to Karyn was a long one, one that he spent the entire time in his room wearing each and every pair of heels that he'd accumulated over the years. He'd been able to jack off three times successfully that evening, but since then all he was able to do was hope he'd fall asleep so the morning would come sooner and he could have his wish.
When morning finally did come he'd only been able to sleep just over three hours, and those hours were far from restful. His dreams were plagued with visions of ridicule and shame, and he was glad to see the morning sun peaking through his curtains. He quickly hid all the shoes (which he'd carelessly left lying around the room) and got ready for the day. He couldn't wait to find Karyn and get the stone back.
When he got to school...
