A whole new, wide world

Stepping through the curtain out into the store, Vyki is at first shocked by her change in perspective. At her natural 6’ and even in heels, her eyeline is just over the racks and she’s able to see around most of the store. With the 8” heels with the platform, she feels like she’s able to look over most obstructions and even down to those much shorter. It gives her an odd sense of energy and power her electrified & heightened body seems to tingle over.

However, it quickly dawns on her the inverse is true: she is easily visible by those few people in the store as well. Initially she feels discomforted by this, but then quickly reminds herself she can’t let that discomfort come through else someone think she’s out of place. And as she looks around the people, she can see several of them lock eyes on her with a few glancing away as her gaze falls upon them. But even those that do linger, while there is definitely a look of shock, it's not accompanied with disgust really.... more awe.

The squeeze of Sir’s palm on her bare ass brings her back to the current state and she turns her head with her inane smile to look at him, “yes, Sir?”

“You ready?” Colin asks to make sure she’s not about to freak out on him.

With a giggle, she replies chipperly, “of course, Sir.” Cognitively, she still just wants to do whatever she needs to get this done quickly. However, she’s having an odd time denying that everything from the fruit scent enveloping her body to the wide stares to the alluring feel of the heels pressing her up or the energizing feel of the sexy attire and even the feel of Sir’s hand on her ass seemed to be exciting her. Even in her heightened state of Sir teasing her, she feels her arousal rising.

Guided forward by Sir’s hand, she almost has to suppress a moan as she feels the first click of her heel make contact with the hard tile of the store’s aisle as they transition from the carpeted section. Thankfully, the base of the platform has a rubber base to help with gripping but the heel with a metal shaft still lands with a sharp, snapping, ‘click’. Each step seems to broadcast to the store her every movement even over the bouncing pop music pushed in over the speakers.

Going through the store, a noted pair of early college girls seemed to take note. They’re amazed this older lady had the guts to dare to wear it but even more so are rather envious of her boldness. They take a knowing glance at each other as one quietly asks, “where is that top?” as the other responds, “I think I saw it over here.”

Relishing her performance and the almost envious stares of the other store’s rabble, Colin is impressed as they make it up to the front counter where Mitsy is waiting with a smile on her face. He especially likes feeling her soft flesh move under his palm and briefly contemplates if he could have gotten her a swimsuit instead. However, his scheming is interrupted as he hears, “here are all your accessories, sir, and the receipt is in the bag."

“Ah, thank you again, Mitsy,” Colin replies taking the bag. He considers handing it to his companion, but he noticed her hands coming out and up some for balance and almost hates to ruin the dainty maneuver. Noticing the discreet receipt tray and pen, he removes his hand from Vyki and happily signs the outrageous bill.

Feeling his hand leave her ass, Vyki figures Sir was up to something. Watching him sign with a flourish, the receipt was too far away but she was sure however much it was it was more than she’d ever spend on an outfit. Sure enough, as predictable as he is, Sir slid the receipt back to her and promptly placed his hand on her waist waving at Mitsy with the other. Vyki knew it also had to be uncomfortable at her elevated height and grasped his hand and returned it to her bottom lest someone figure out it wasn’t her desire to have it there. “Thank you,” Vyki said with a wink to Mitsy as Sir guided her out. The rose color in her cheeks as she shook her head with a smile at Vyki told her she at least accepted the bit.

Once in the main hall of the mall, Vyki’s world seemed to shift again. The louder background music of the general mall along with the cacophony of generic noises and sounds of dozens of stores and thousands of people walking & talking easily drowned out the clicking of her heels. However, she easily stood a head above everyone else in the crowd and many barely reached her chest. Looking in either direction, she had a clear, unobstructed view to the stores at the end of the halls. She could also start to see the heads and perspectives shifting in her direction. While again, most were in obvious shock, many were almost in awe if not approval. However, there were a few she could probably classify as disgust, but they were pretty much women who followed it up by hitting the gentleman accompanying them and quickly distracted from looking at her. A few silver haired ladies seemed to almost scoff but ended up looking like a fish out of water gulping for air.

Vyki couldn’t help but feel apprehensive by this unavoidable attention, yet kept up her joyful, eager façade to try to mask any fear and anxiety she was feeling. Still, something about hiding in plain sight and being so exposed & appreciated was hitting something she didn’t expect as she felt her pulse quicken. She was thankful Sir had guided her to the edge of the walkway near the stores so that she wasn’t in the central flow of traffic, but it also permitted the slower gait she was needing. But that just meant more people walked past her; she was pretty sure every single person turned back to look at her as they passed.

She knew she was a site; an abnormality. She wasn’t as pretty as a supermodel or some goddess, yet no one was calling her out as a man in a dress or some obvious freak. She was sure those murmurs and whispers contained derogatory comments about her or her situation, but they weren’t calling her out or laughing or something. There was more than one pointing and gawking, but no one seemed to be making fun of her. It was thrilling and exciting; she felt liberated and alive.

As they walked along, Colin could feel an extra wiggle into her ass as she seemed to put an extra bounce in her step. He could tell she was lapping up all this attention and stares. He was sure everyone assumed he was walking with a lady of the night, but he didn't care. On more than one occasion, guys were giving him thumbs up as they walked by. He was a literal stud to these degenerates, and he was loving it.

Still, he couldn’t exactly have her ego getting too large or her getting too comfortable. She definitely needed a reminder of who was steering this boat.