Ten minutes later, Jason finished up and got up to get something to eat, and stumbled as his feet felt... off. He looked down to see red-painted nails on larger feet than he'd had before. "What the fuck?" he blurted out, and flinched as he heard his mom answer from the door.
"Language, young man. And what happened to your shoes?" Rachel Gerard asked, hands on her hips in her "no arguments" pose. She pointed at his open closet, at the... heels?! Jason stared at the several pairs of high heels on the floor of his closet, and just looked at his mom in silence. "Well? You're expected to show your assets to the best of your ability, you know that, now put them on. How about the sandals?"
He sighed, walking somewhat awkwardly over to the closet - his new feet weren't ridiculously large but it still felt strange - and sitting down in front of it, slipping the strappy spike-heeled sandals onto his feet one at a time. Standing up in them wasn't as difficult as he thought it'd be, and walking was easy, though it forced his body to move in ways it hadn't before. It felt as if he'd done this before. Just looking at his new sexy feet was starting to get him hard again, and he realized... the sticky note had done this! Every day he'd get something that got him hard and have to show it off!
He was so lucky that it had been feet he first saw and not something else, but he'd have to be very careful in the future. Having an adult woman's feet was just about the best-case scenario.
