Jon looked down at his feet again and tugged at the padlocks that kept the heels straps securely fastened around his ankles. They were not coming off for a while, not without the keys, at least. He could try to pick them, but he wasn't that good and it could take a while. Definitely, he had to retrieve those keys from his backyard.
He had to call Karyn, he needed to talk to her, or the part of her that was still her... but then, he remembered last of Sarah's wish and looked at his wardrobe, a few meters away. He didn't even try to stand up, he knew better than that and it required some proficiency he simply didn't had, so he just crawled on the floor from one point to another and opened the doors the check the damage done.
Horrorized and a bit excited at the same time, he looked in shock at what was 10 pairs of high heels of different kinds, lying neatly among his normal footwear in the floor of the wardrobe, in plain sight. Heck, he now even owned more pairs of heels than normal shoes!! He thought frantically where to hide them, and remembered the worn-out sport bag under his bed. It wasn't perfect, but it would do for the moment.
Crawling again, he took the sport bag and began to throw the heels inside of it, once he got all of them inside, zipped it up and put it in it's place under the bed.
"That bitch..." muttered Jon again, while he leaned over his bed and sat on it. Then, he grabbed his desk chair and dragged it towards him. With a bit of effort, he sat on the chair and moved it to his desk. It was strange, resting his feet in the floor in such and upright position, and it was already getting a tad uncomfortable.
Once again, he looked down and began to think how to get out of his predicament, but then there was a knock on his door. His mind racing, there was no time to think anything. Quickly, he moved the chair closer to the desk and hide his feet under it.
"Hmmm... yes?" asked Jon.
The door opened and his mother stood up in the doorstep.
"I was going to go to the mall, do you want something? And wasn't that girl Sarah here with you?" said his mother, with a surprise expression.
"Oh, she left a while ago. It seems that she... didn't need my help that much, just a couple of things. And I don't need anything from the mall, thanks mom." answered Jon, sweating heavily.
"Oh, ok. I'll be here by dinner." and his mother turned around.
"About that, reviewing the lesson with Sarah, I realized I need to study a bit more for that test. I'm going to grab a bite now and study all night, tell everyone not to disturb me, please. It's that ok?"
"Sure, Jon. I'm glad you are taking your studies seriously, but don't overdo it." said his mother with concern.
"Don't worry mom, bye."
Just as his mother closed the door, Jon sighted and breathed with relief. For the moment, he had avoided it and with his mother and both his brother and sister out of there, he had a chance to find the keys of the padlocks.
Jon waited until he heard the car going away and tried to stand up. As expected, he couldn't stand still and much less walking. Cursing under his breath, he crawled on the floor again. His knees and palms were starting to get sore, but it was faster than trying to walk on those shoes. Once he went down the stairs and got next to the back door, his heart began pounding hard.
"What if someone sees me? What if someone comes to home while I'm here?" thought Jon. With his hands trembling, he opened the door and stuck out his head. No one was within sight, and he looked over the patch of grass just under his window, the keys couldn't be far. Crawling towards there, something shone briefly between the grass, it was the keys!
"Easier than I could possibly imagine" thought Jon, grabbing them firmly. Sighing, he spun and crawled to the door. Only a meter away from it, a sudden gust of wind closed the door. Shocked, he grabbed the doorknob, but the door was locked and he didn't have the key for it.
And there he was, stuck outside of his house wearing 8" fetish heels and with no keys to get in.
"I'm SO screwed..." thought Jon.
