Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 09:41:46 EST
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Heels : The Ultimatum - Chapter 10 - More Surprises

Heels: The Ultimatum 10 - More Surprises

By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003


Synopsis of Chapter 9: Alterations


	The heels, adhering to their prime directive to enrich Dennis'
life, had taken the metaphysical leaching process a step further.  On the
day of Dennis and Gale's marriage, beginning with the happy couple's first
kiss as a wedded couple, the heels, via the magical potential they had
replicated within Dennis himself, had begun to gradually create a carbon
copy of their metaphysical wherewithal within Gale.  Though Gale's magical
potential would remain subordinate to the very same prime directive that
the heels themselves operated under, that being to enrich Dennis' life, it
would not, nor could not, act against her own best interest.  That is to
say that the magical potential that was slowly being installed within
Gale's intrinsic metaphysical makeup, while being slaved to the goal of
enriching her husband's lot in life, could not force her into doing
something that was not in her nature to do.  Nor, could it cause her to
become something she did not wish to become, or even wear something that
she did not wish to wear.  While it might only occur on a subconscious
level of her mental processes, the magical potential that was slowly being
replicated within Gale would require her endorsement before any alterations
could either be implemented, or enacted upon.

	In order to facilitate this gradual metaphysical leaching process,
a physical conduit had to be established, no matter how short lived that
physical contact might actually be.  The holding of hands, a hug, or even a
simple kiss provided such a conduit.  Sexual intercourse, as well as the
couple's ongoing use of the double-ended dildo, provided a greatly enhanced
conduit for the leaching process, owing to the fact that the process could
then use the accompanying orgasmic rush to mask a massive transfer of the
replicated metaphysical wherewithal.

	Though Gale failed to pick up on it, the first indication that
something new had been added into the mix was the increased amount of
compliments she had begun to receive.  The second was that her clothes
appeared to fit her better than they ever had before.  However, the thing
that caused her to suspect that something really strange was going on was
when of her cohorts at work asked her if she was going to a tanning spa.

	Gale's curiosity peaked one Saturday morning, causing her to do a
stare and compare.  Employing the medicine cabinet mirror, various pictures
from her wedding album, and her husband's magnifying glass, discovered that
her facial features had undergone a substantial upgrade.  Later that same
day, she and Kelly stopped in a Victoria's Secret.  There, Gale asked the
salesgirl to check her measurements.  They, like her facial features, had
undergone a remarkable makeover.

	Both Gale and Kelly were in full agreement.  Gale, via the heel's
magic, was well on her way to becoming the upgraded, sanitized and
unquestionable sexy version of her former self, the very same version that
frolicked about within the erotic world of her husband's rather farfetched
fantasies.

	Later the following week, upon returning home from work one
evening, Gale showed Dennis some more of his heels' magical handiwork.  A
pair of chunky heeled shoes that Gale had just purchased had changed into a
pair of stilettos, stilettos that bore an uncanny resemblance to those
magical high heels of her husband's.


Chapter 10: More Surprises


	Two weeks after the incident with his wife's shoes, round about the
time that Gale's tan lines disappeared altogether, Dennis came home to find
another surprise waiting for him.  Greeting him at the door, resplendent in
the black satin finery of full Playboy Bunny regalia, Gale kicked off one
of their newly adopted, weekly, tease-to-please theme evenings with a cozy
candlelight surf and turf dinner.

	"Okay." with a chuckle infesting the inflexions his voice, Dennis
humorously quipped.  "Tell me, where'd you get the outfit?  I mean, it sure
looks like the genuine article, and as I understand it, they're not all
that easy to come by."

	"You're right.  They're not.  And, for you information, mister, I
got it the same place that you get all your girlish duds."

	"You mean to tell me that you ended decked out in that Bunny outfit
via some magical means?"

	"Yes, and I assume, by pretty much the very same magical means that
you yourself use."

	"Oh, so what you're saying is: you came home, put on those rather
unique high heels of mine, and used them to change the clothes you were
wearing in a Bunny costume?"

	"That's correct, save that I didn't have to put on those magical
high heels of yours to do what I did."

	"You didn't?"

	"No.  All I did was to do the same thing that I assume you do.

	"That's to say that I formed a mental picture of myself decked out
as a Bunny; blinked my eyes, and - Whalla! - I ended up looking just like I
do now."

	"That's incredible."

	"Yeah, I kind of thought so too."

	"So, tell me.  When did you first become aware that you could do
this magical, presto-chango, clothing thing-a-ma-bob of yours?"

	"Earlier today..."

	"Oh.  So, am I to take it that the idea of trying to magically
modifying what you're wearing into something else just sort of pooped into
your head?"

	"No, silly." Gale giggled.  "I think it fair to say that I learned
that I could do it as a result of what you might call some creative
daydreaming on my part.

	"You see, dear, on my way into work this morning, while I was
waiting for the light at the intersection of Willow and Thirty-fifth to
turn green, I took the opportunity to more closely examine a billboard that
had that very same advertisement that you made mention of seeing the other
day."

	"You mean, the one with that has that nice looking blonde decked
out in that shimmering white spandex leotard?"

	"Yes.  That's the one all right.

	"So anyhow, I sitting there, looking up at the billboard, and
wondering how this new and improved body of mine would look decked out in
similar outfit, when I all of sudden I become aware that I'm not wearing
the clothes I put on this morning.  Rather, I'm wearing the very same
skintight outfit that the girl on the billboard is wearing.  And to make
matters worse, out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the guy in
the car next to mine, and guess what he's doing?  He's giving me the old
hairy eyeball.

	"So anyhow, even though I'm pretty discombobulated at this point in
the proceedings, I have enough presence of mind that when the light turns
green; I'm able to flip Mr. Obnoxious the Bird, and drive to a parking lot
that was situated just on other side of the intersection.

	"Okay.  Aware that I'm in no condition to drive at the moment, and
that I really need to get a handle on what just happened, I pull into a
parking place, put the car neutral, pull on the parking break, and turn off
the radio.

	"Well, to be honest with you here, given all the magical things
that you and I been dealing with here of late, it didn't take a lot of
brain power on my part to figure out what must have happen.  Though I'm at
a loss as to how to explain how I ended up with the same sort of magical
ability that you have when you're wearing those high heels of yours, I just
figured that somewhere along the line, I somehow acquired it.

	"Oh.  And, that brings to mind a question I have for you.

	"Have you ever tried to magically change from one outfit to another
when you're not wearing your heels?"

	Dennis, after giving the matter some thought, replied, "I can't say
for sure, but I don't believe so."

	"Tell you what.  Tonight, while you're logging some of that
residual girl-time of yours, how 'bout giving it a try just to see if you
can do it?

	"My bet is that you can."

	"Okay.  I'll do that.  I'll give it a shot.  However, just in case
I forget, please make sure to remind me.  Alright?"

	"Sure thing..."

	"Okay.  So, go ahead.  Please, finish up telling me about what
happened this morning, after you pulled into the parking lot."

	"Well, after giving the matter some thought, I realized that while
I was gazing up at that billboard, I may have actually muttered something
that, while iffy, could have been misconstrued into being a cockamamie
half-baked wish on my part.  Basically, though I can't for the life of me
remember my exact words, I believe I said something to the effect of: I bet
Dennis wishes that I would wear something as sexy as that getup to lounge
around the house in.

	"So anyhow, going on the assumption that that ill conceived wish of
mine had somehow caused the clothes that I was wearing to morph into that
slinky unitard I found myself trussed up in, I figured that I might be able
to undo what I had inadvertently done by simply wishing myself dressed the
way I had been when I headed off to work this morning."

	"And, that worked?"

	"It sure enough did.  It worked like a charm.

	"Basically, all I did was to close my eyes; form a mental picture
of myself dressed the way I had been when I left the house this morning,
and that, as they say, was that."

	"Cool...

	"It's kind of nifty to be able to do something like that, isn't
it?"

	"Oh, yeah." Gale was quick to concur.  "It sure is."

	"So, was that the extent of it?  Or, did you do what I did when I
first realized that I was sort of a self-contained, walkin', talkin',
ladies fashion designer slash fashion consultant slash magical seamstress
slash model, all rolled into one pretty nifty package, if I do say so
myself?

	"I mean to tell you, Gale.  I was like that proverbial kid in a
candy store that you're always hearing about.  Like a fiend, I went about
the house collecting every magazine I could lay my hands on.  Carting them
all back upstairs and dumping them on the bed, I began flipping through the
pages of first one and then another, until I found a picture of a woman
wearing something that, shall we say, tickled this male oriented fancy of
mine.  Finding something that I thought I might like, I'd changed into a
reasonable facsimile of what the woman in the picture was wearing, and
proceed on to modeled it for myself.

	"Hell.  Would you believe that the next day I actually went so far
as to order a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog in order to further indulge
that new found proclivity of mine to more or less tease, titillate, and
there by, seduce myself?

	"So, I guess what I'm asking is: did you do something similar?  Or,
did you wait until you got home to try out this, what appears to be, new
and nifty magical talent of yours?"

	Gale, in response to her husbands inquiry, began somewhat
sheepishly, "Well, as much as I'd like to say that I had the mental
fortitude to hold off till I got home tonight, I can't."

	"Oh.  So, I take it that did a little experimenting while you were
at work?"

	"No...  I hate to say this, dear, but I didn't do a little
experimenting while I was at work today.  As awful as this is going to
sound, I have to say that I did a lot of experimenting."

	"You didn't."

	"Oh... but I did..."

	"Did anyone catch sight of you doing it?"

	"No...  Not that I'm aware of...

	"That's to say that while I did it a lot, I was very careful when
and where I did it."

	"Good.  I'm glad to hear that.

	"I mean, we've got a good thing going, Gale, and the last thing you
and I need is for someone to become overly curious."

	"I agree.  And, I promise that I won't ever do something like I did
today ever again.  It's just too risky..."

	"I'll say..." Dennis concurred.

	"However, I do know what I going to do."

	"And, what's that?"

	"From here on out, I'm going to use this newfound ability of mine
to my best advantage.  In others words, Den, I have full intentions of
becoming a fashion plate."

	"Be my guest, honey.  Since you've got it, you might as well just
go ahead and flaunt it."

	"And, you'd best believe I have full intentions of doing just that.
Starting tomorrow, I going to go work dressed to the nines.  Plus, I will
probably wear a different outfit each and every day from here on out."

	"Hey.  While I really like you in that Bunny costume, how 'bout
giving me a demonstration of this newfound ability of yours?"

	"Sure thing." Gale crisply replied, as she got up from her chair.
"I'd be more than happy to.

	"Is there anything in particular that you would like to see me in?"

	"Oh, I can think of a few, but tell you what.  Why don't you just
surprise me."

	"Okay.  Sure...  I can do that.

	"Ready?  One.  Two.  Three.  Blink."

	In quick succession, Gale changed her attire, going from Playboy
Bunny, to French Maid, to scantly clad genie, to Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader,
to latex and leather bound dominatrix.  Adopting a new theme, she continued
on to successively don the togs of Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Batgirl and
Catwoman.  After that, she took a more mundane tack, as she garbed herself
in various versions of the mini-shirted business suit.  Striking,
tease-to-please casual attire followed that, ere Gale capped off her
dazzling and dizzying display with a mixed bag of beguiling bathing suits
and sock-it-to-me bedroom ware, before once again opting for the satin
eared, collared, cuffed, and cotton tufted denizen of one of Hef's infamous
Hutches.

	"Wow." Dennis jubilantly declared.  "Now, that was really
something."

	"Oh.  So, I take it that you liked that little demonstration of
mine?"

	"I most certainly did.  I thought it was absolutely wonderful."

	"Good.  I'm glad to hear that.  Especially so, since I must have
practiced that very same routine about a half a dozen times before you
walked in the door tonight."


+++++


	Later that night, after appeasing those damn near insatiable sexual
appetites of theirs, Gale reminded Kelly that she had promised to try and
effect a wardrobe change while not wearing those magical high heels of
hers.  Reluctantly, and with a frown on her face, Kelly got out of bed, and
headed into the adjoining bathroom.  Plucking a bathrobe that was far to
big for her femininely form from off of the hook upon which it usually
resided, Kelly drew it on as she retraced her steps back into the bedroom.

	"Okay.  Let's see if this is going to work.  Ready?  One.  Two.
Three.  Blink."

	Gale did as Kelly directed, only to find that lover-girl of hers
decked out as she herself had been earlier that evening, save that Kelly's
Bunny costume was a brilliantly gleaming silver satin, where as, her
costume had been a shimmering and ever so sexy black satin.

	"Wow." Kelly exclaimed.  "It worked.  It actually worked."

	"Oh, yeah.  It most certainly did." Gale concurred.  "And, I must
say, Kell, you do that Bunny outfit proud.  Fact is, decked out like you
are now, you look good enough eat."

	"Is that an offer?"

	"No.  It wasn't meant as one.  However, since I not anywhere near
sleepy as yet, and since you've been a pretty good husband here of late, I
guess I could be nice, and do you again.

	"So, sweetums," Gale replied, as she began patting the bed as a
visual indication for Kelly to rejoin her, "why don't you get rid of that
getup, and park that succulent tush of yours right here alongside of me?"

	"Sure thing." Kelly said, as she began to eagerly scamper around to
her side of the bed.  "Ready?  One.  Two.  Three.  Blink."

	Kelly's gleaming silver Bunny costume was in that instant magically
transmogrified back into Dennis' bathrobe, which Kelly soon shed as she
scrambled in alongside of that wife and lesbian lover-girl of hers.


+++++


	A little while later, as the two of them lay entwined within the
idyllic comfort of a shared embrace, Gale nuzzled Kelly's ear and gently
murmured, "I love you, Kell.  I really, really love you."

	"And, I love you too."  Kelly dreamily replied, ere she continued
on to impishly inquire, "I'd just like to know which one of my sexual
personas do you love more.  Me, or that no account husband of yours?

	"Oh, let's not start that nonsense again.  You know very well that
I love both the male you and the female you equally as well.  So, let's not
go there tonight.  Okay, Kell?"

	"Sure...  I was just wondering...  That's all..."

	"Wonder all you want.  Just don't ever ask me that stupid question
again.  Okay?"

	"Oh, so that's how it's going to be." Kelly teasingly smirked.

	"Yes.  That's how it's going to be.

	"Now, would you please just do me a favor, and shut up?"

	"And, if I don't, what are you going to do?  Make me?"

	"If I have to..." Gale was warming to Kelly's game.

	"And, just how do you think you're going to be able to do that?"

	"Like this." Gale sardonically proclaimed, as she planted an
impassioned wet one full on Kelly's luscious lips, while at the same time
opening a second front by deftly inserting the nimble middle finger of her
right hand into the satin slick swath of her husband's magically
constituted womanhood.


Epilogue


	Though his hands were plagued with rheumatism, Zebulon Castigetta
deftly slipped the body of the first of two black kidskin pumps he had been
working on that evening onto one of several foot-shaped ironwood pedestals
that he had carved during his youthful days as an apprentice.  As he did
so, the long retired shoemaker made an inquiry of his wife of some fifty or
so odd years, "So, tell me, Val.  Since I suspect you've been keeping
abreast of what's been going on this evening, how are our newest lovebirds
fairing."

	Looking up from the crystal ball she had been so intently gazing
into for the better part of the evening, Valentina Castigetta casually
replied, "If by newest, dear, you're referring to Dennis and Gale Mallory,
I'd say by the looks of things, the two of them seem to be doing just
fine."

	"Good.  I'm glad to hear that." The grizzled Zebulon somewhat
distractedly offered, as he picked up the as yet unattached stiletto heel
of the shoe he was working on, and began to once again recheck its proper
placement, prior to his actually gluing it to the hindmost section of the
pump's sensually arched sole.  "From everything you've told me about them,
Val, they seem like they're a nice couple."

	"Trust me, Zeb, they are.

	"Truth be told, they are absolutely perfect for each other."

	"And, I take it that they've been making good use of those very
specialized pumps of ours?" Zeb inquired, as he gently laid the stiletto
heel upon his workbench

	"They most certainly have."

	"Good.  I'm glade to hear that they are." he somewhat distractedly
replied, as slid his trusty glue pot out from under the workbench's rear
mounted tool shelf where it normally resided, and into a much more easily
accessible position on the workbench.

	"By the way, has - Oh, what's his name? - figured out that he
doesn't actually need to be wearing the pumps anymore in order to be able
to change himself into a woman?"

	"If by what's-his-name, you are referring to that nice young man,
Dennis Mallory, the answer to your question is no.  He hasn't figured that
out as yet.

	"However, thanks to a suggestion his wife made earlier this
evening, Dennis has finally discovered that he doesn't need to be wearing
those pumps of his in order to change from one female outfit to another.
So, I'd say that there's a good chance that he might come to find that he
also possess the magical wherewithal to become a woman whenever he so
desires, whether or not he's wearing those magical pumps of his."

	"You know, Val," Zeb continued thoughtfully, "I've been thinking
that maybe we ought to provide an instruction manual with each pair of
these rather unique shoes of ours."

	"And take all the fun out of having our young gentlemen find out
how they work on their own?" Valentina Castigetta quipped.  "I think not.
I, for one, like things just the way they are."

	"Alright." Zeb, sounding a tad bit putout by his wife's gently
veiled rebuke, countered.  "It was just a suggestion.  There's no need to
get huffy about it."

	"I wasn't getting huffy.  And, I must say that I appreciate the
suggestion.  Truth is, it's a good one.  However, were we to do as you
suggest, and provide the recipients of our handiwork with, what I guess you
might now a days call a user's manual, that explains all the ins and outs
of how our pumps work, it would take all the fun out it for me.

	"Zeb, you ought to know by now, that I get a big kick watching
these young gentlemen of ours trying to figure these things out for
themselves.

	"So, at least for the here and now of it, how 'bout we just keep
doing what we've been doing, and let these sexual seesawing guy-gales of
ours find out all the little particulars of how the pumps' invested magic
works all on their own..."

	A few minutes later, having just completed the task of gluing the
splayed base of the seductively tapering stiletto heel onto the awaiting
pump, Zebulon made yet another inquiry of his wife, "So, my love, did you
by any chance look in on any of our other recipients this evening?"

	"Of course I did." Valentina chuckled.  "Don't I always?"

	"Well, of course you do, dear.  But, it still doesn't hurt for me
to ask, now does it?"

	"No...  No, of course it doesn't..."

	"So, do you have anything that I might find of interest for you to
tell me about?"

	"Yes." Val's reply was edged with the eagerness of unbridled
excitement.  "Now that you mention it, there most certainly is.

	"The Grants - You remember.  Joe and Beth Grant. - are expecting
their first child.  Just this afternoon, Beth's gynecologist confirmed the
fact that she was indeed pregnant."

	"She is, is she?  That's great.  I do believe from everything
you've told me about them, the two of them should make great parents."

	"Yes...  I agree.  I do believe they will at that..."

	"So, by any chance did you look in on Paul and Janice Meadows?"
Jebulon asked, as he dabbed some glue on the base of yet another unattached
wickedly tapered stiletto heel.

	"Funny you should ask about them, because, for some reason or
another, I did look in on them tonight."

	"So, tell me.  Is there anything new happening on that front?"

	"Yes, actually there is."

	"Alright.  Go ahead." Zeb encouraged, as he carefully positioned
the heel he had just applied glue to over the mate of the pump he just
finished affixing a heel to.  "I'm all ears."

	"Paul, or I probably should have said Paula, was just offered a
major role in a new movie that is slated to hit the theaters sometime next
summer."

	"Well, when it comes out, we'll have to make sure we go see it.

	"So, I guess that'll put a crimp in that modeling career of his,"
Zeb mused aloud.

	"No...  Not if Janice has anything to say about it, it won't."

	"Oh.  That's right.  Paula more or less put his wife's modeling
agency on the map, now didn't she?"

	"She most certainly did.  Without Paula, Janice's agency would
never have gotten off the ground.  And without the huge success of Janice's
agency, those two would never have been able to fund all those
philanthropic endeavors that they do."

	"Now, isn't that's the truth." Jeb quipped, as inspected his
handiwork.

	"You know something, Val?  I don't know how you do it, but I must
say that you sure have picked some very good young men to receive these
shoes of ours."

	"First off, while it tickles my heart to hear you refer to them as
'our' shoes, Jeb, in all reality they are really your shoes.  You're the
shoemaker in the family, not I.  All I do is invest them with a little
magically wherewithal before sending them out into the world, where, with a
little luck, they'll link up with a deserving young man.

	"And secondly, as I keep trying to tell you, I don't pick the
recipient.  The pumps do that all on their own.

	"In other words dear, it all boils down to magic..."


The End