Delicious things

Inside the dressing room, looking at her reflection in the mirror, Kelly was frowning.

Several bulging bags filled with new, increasingly small clothing littered the tiny room. The current article of clothing to make its debut was a delicious little black skirt, whose hem fell a scant few inches from the rounded curves of her ass. It was a sexy little thing, but once again it would have to join the discard pile – it simply didn't go with her shoes!

Kelly frowned again, torn. If she bought the skirt, she'd have to wear it with another pair of shoes. And that thought appalled the sexy blonde. The shoes she was wearing were just too comfortable; the idea of removing those incredible sandals for even just a moment was just... impossible.

It was too bad. She really liked that skirt. Kelly thought about a pair of shoes she'd seen earlier, a gorgeous pair of black platforms with five-inch metal heels that would have been perfect.

Kelly felt a slight tingle emanate from her feet, and then she shot up an inch. Looking down between her new endowments in surprise, Kelly saw on her feet not those wonderful red sandals but instead a pair of chunky black platforms exactly like the ones she'd seen before – and still just as comfortable! A brief tingle of fear was shunted to the furthest reaches of her mind to be quickly replaced with wonder and then joy as she realized what her shoes could do.

Standing in the tiny changing room, Kelly tried out all sorts of different shoes – pumps, strappy sandals, stacked mules; though none with a heel of less than four inches, of course. The sexy blonde was ecstatic. Previously rejected clothes soon rejoined their skimpy brethren in an ever growing pile.

After a little while longer in the store, the 28 year-old... no, the 24 year-old blonde purchased her huge pile of clothes (wearing the miniskirt out) and moved on to the next shop.