This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2013. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
Sobbing and gasping in a crazy mixed up emotional cocktail of wondrous satisfaction and embarrassing shame all at the same time, Mark clung to the chair he was bent over ass high and tried not to collapse when Malena withdrew and patted him patronizingly on the bottom.
"Sorry Mark. I hadn't planned on that happening," Malena said in her new deeper male voice. "Why don't you grab a shower, and I'll find you something to wear."
Straightening up, Mark kept one hand on the chair back for support as he was more than a little wobbly still. Before Mark could even take a step toward the bathroom, he nearly fell to the floor. Only his grip on the chair back saved him from falling as the heel of his right stiletto snapped off. "Damn it," Mark bitched shrilly, "I just bought those!" Kicking off both shoes, Mark headed for the shower feeling his height, or rather his lack of height, very self consciously.
Even being careful to keep from getting his hair wet and having to deal with that, it still took more time and effort than Mark normally had to put into a simple shower. Finally patted dry, brushed, fluffed, and primped, Mark rounded the corner to the vanity and found a small stack of clothing waiting for him. "Thank god," Mark uttered when he saw what he took to be jeans and a jersey. Mark's relief at being able to wear sane clothing was short lived. The jeans were extremely short jean shorts, and the jersey was a tube top, a very skimpy tube top. To add insult to injury, the underwear was a thong. With no choice other than naked, Mark got dressed. As soon as he'd wedged himself into the shorts, he understood the point of the thong. The shorts were so severe his ass cheeks were peeking out. Anything other than a thong would not have worked. The tube top was more material than a bikini, but not a whole lot more. Plus, in order to provide a little support for his breasts, it had to be positioned low enough that the top barely covered his nipples. Instead of suppressing bounce like a bra would, the tube top actually caused more bounce and jiggle than going naked. While it provided support like a bra when he stood still, the stretchy fabric acted like weak springs and countered the effects of gravity just enough that it actually made thing worse when he moved. The whole effect was that his boobs bounced exaggeratedly with each step and the exposed mounds of bare skin jiggled in an extended harmony with each bounce. The smallest movement jiggled and anything more added varying degrees of wobble, bobble, and bounce.
"Malena! What's the deal with these clothes," Mark called out as he walked into the front room.
"I'm sorry Mark," Malena said with what she hoped was a straight face as she watched Mark bounce and jiggle into the room. "That is the only casual clothing Roberto allowed me, so I thought perhaps you would rather ... but I am estúpido! You like dresses now jes?"
"No I ... that is ... never mind. Look, I think I've passed twelve hours. Get the medallion so I can change out of this," Mark said hefting his boobs for emphasis.
"I need to keep the medallion a little while longer, remember Roberto is still a copy of you. I need to change him into Malena as soon as I can. Once Roberto is me as far as his, now my, personal guard is concerned, Roberto will be powerless to even speak without my permission. Trust me, after that I intend hustling him back home to begin his new life. The last thing I want is to have that medallion anywhere nearby. I'll arrange a meeting for the evening, at which time I will also sign contracts making you and your husband very rich. In the mean time, since vivacious little Sally came in, then she also must go out. Besides, there are none of Mark's clothes available for your use even if you could."
"My wife," Mark said shrilly. "Not my husband, my wife."
"What? Oh, sí! It is confusing. I will have Roberto's ... my driver take you back to your hotel."
"I don't suppose you have some shoes I could wear? It's not like you'll be wearing them anymore."
"I have nothing but stilettos, that's all Roberto allowed and I think your feet are bigger than mine."
Mark looked down at Malena's huge feet in comparison to his own and laughed at the incongruity. "Fine, I'll go bare foot."
"Oh wait, I have an idea," Malena said as she hurried away.
Mark couldn't help but smirk at the slightly effeminate way Malena still moved as she, no he, rushed into the other room. Mark didn't have long to wonder what Malena had in mind. In less than a minute she ... HE returned with a shoe box. Opening the box, Mark had to tear away the tissue paper tightly wrapping the contents, a pair of shoes. Not just any old shoes, these were a pair of crystal clear platform shoes with brilliant sparkly pink straps and a seven inch stiletto heel.
"I have been waiting for an opportunity to return those because they are the wrong size. As you say, it's not like I will be wearing them now."
As outrageous as the shoes were, Mark would only need them until he got back to the room. "Wait a second, these shoes are too small for me as well. I'll just have to go barefoot."
"You must still appear to be Sally when you leave here. The shoes are brand new and never worn by anyone. I think that we can safely use the medallion to change your foot size to fit the shoe."
"What? That's crazy!"
"There is not much difference. It will be a small change. No one will even notice that your feet are a little bit smaller. Even your husband would probably not notice and you will at least have shoes that fit comfortably."
"My wife," Mark corrected again. Scowling at the shoes, Mark sighed in resignation. "I suppose this is pretty trivial compared to everything else but I doubt that comfortable will apply to these things."
Malena retrieved the Medallion for Mark to use and watched as Mark touched the too small shoes to the medallion.
Mark felt the shock that indicated the medallion was working and waited nervously, afraid that more changes would be forced upon him. After a full 30 minutes that lasted forever while zipping by in a moment, Mark finally relaxed when nothing felt as if it had changed.
Malena retrieved the amulet from Mark. "See if the shoes will fit now," Malena encouraged. She wanted Mark to be wearing those shoes before he stood up. Malena had watched very carefully as the medallion did its work on Mark and while the changes were small enough that Mark had not yet noticed, they were a little more than the simple foot size change anticipated.
Mark held a shoe to his foot and was mildly surprised to see that despite feeling no changes, the shoe appeared to now be the correct size. "You were right, the change was insignificant. It's almost as if the shoe was resized instead of my foot." Slipping on the shoes, Mark stood up and, carefully at first but with growing confidence, walked around the room trying out the shoes. Mark was pleasantly surprised to find that the outrageous shoes were quite comfortable to walk in. He still had to take a short mincing stride to accommodate the stilleto heels, but it was a relief to get back some of his height even if it was artificial, he'd felt so small barefoot.
Malena was having a hard time, with an emphasis on hard, trying not to react as Mark pranced and jiggled around intent on the feel of the shoes. While the bouncing and jiggling was enormously fun to watch, the real delight was that Mark had not yet realized that he had not received the full height benefit. The new platform shoes had two more inches of heel than the pair Mark had broken. It was hard to tell for sure, but Malena doubted that Mark stood more than a fraction of an inch taller now than with the old shoes.
"I will contact your husband when ..."
"My wife! Not my husband, my wife!"
"I will contact Sally when I've finally delt with Roberto and arrange ..."
"Wait why not me?" Mark interrupted again.
With an exasperated sigh, Malena explained what should have been obvious even to a blonde. "Your husband and ..."
"... and I are completing a business deal little chica, appearances must be maintained. I will have my driver take you back."
Despite the heels, Mark could do nothing but look way up to Malena's eyes and glare.
Malena reveled in the simple act of escorting Mark out. Mark's arm was so delicate against Malena's it was like holding a fragile bird. While Malena knew it was mean, it was so easy and deliciously fun to walk just a little too fast for Mark, forcing him to hurry which in turn made him bounce and jiggle so delightfully. "Please take my little chica wherever she would like to go," Malena instructed the driver. "You will make your husband very happy I think," Malena said before swatting Mark on his pert little ass hard enough to sting and make him stumble forward toward the door.
Mark flushed with embarrassment and quietly mumbled, "wife", as he hurried to keep up with the driver.
Malena briefly chastised herself for having done that but could only grin in imagined delight of when Mark figures out that he is now even shorter than before. "Ah well, things to do."