Having to quickly make a decision about the high heeled wonders, he decided to let his curiosity get the better of him. He just had to know if the shoes would fit him or not. While the five inch heel was daunting, he knew he wouldn't wear them long, so he didn't let it bother him.
He hopped back on the bed and grabbed the shoes. After a moment of figuring, how to get them on without damaging them, he slipped them on (quite easily, in fact). Amazed, he gazed down at his hairy feet and toes showing through the incredibly sexy stilettos. They still shimmered in a way that each time he looked at them he wasn't sure if they were solid or not.
He got up, in awe of the perfect fit of the shoes, and tried to walk around. He stumbled a bit, making his way across the room. He only wanted to take them for a 'test drive', an idea of what it was like. He didn't actually want to go around wearing women's shoes; that wasn't his thing. He'd much rather see sexy women wearing them, walking sexily, showing their legs to him to admire.
He was lost in this thought when he stumbled and almost fell, catching himself on his dresser.
"Damnit," he mumbled, "I wish these weren't so hard to walk in."
"Jon, you'd better be getting ready up there!" the shrill voice cut off, and was followed by her stomping footsteps approaching his bedroom.
In a flash he was on his bed, ripped off the shoes and threw them deep under his bed where they wouldn't be seen, and was up again pulling clothes out of his dresser for the day.
The door flew open, revealing his mother, hands on hips like some parody of matron disappointment. "Oh, so his highness has chosen to join us, has he? Get your butt in gear mister!"
She turned, leaving him alone for the moment. He rolled his eyes at his mother's drama, grabbed his jeans, fresh t-shirt and underwear, and headed for the washroom. What he didn't notice, however, was the sexy sway in his stride as he walked.
