Erin's new bag

Later that night, or early the next morning depending on your view of time, Aaron had woken up from the third time that night due to a recurring nightmare. He was back in the office making out furiously with Brad, his hand slipped successfully under Aaron's skirt only to suddenly reach back in horror at finding an erect penis underneath and the subsequent firing that followed which spurred an investigation and ended with him being in prison.

Walking into the kitchen he saw the detestable box sitting on the table still. She had spent so much money on this and it was going to waste….who would he even contact who would want one without risking "outing" himself. Sitting at the table with a cup of warm tea and honey he examined the box. 'It's nice that people who need them have access to these things now…' curiously he wondered how it was even supposed to work. He opened the box and read the instructions and found it was surprisingly straight forward. The syntheskin had a gel-like pocket which kept the penis clean, but it did suggest washing as normal in the shower or bath, after tucking the testicles up into their cavity he would….they would slide their penis through a loop inside of the gel? Apparently this was connected to two small vibrators which would aid in stimulation during sex or... masturbation.

Aaron stood up, walking to his room away from the table and the dreadful box. Everyone acts like his first thought is for sexual pleasure when really if he wore it, it would be for self preservation...not pleasure. A minute later Aaron returned and took the box into his room.

In his room Aaron stood in front of his mirror examining his silhouette in the mirror. Without tucking his bulge was still obvious, tucking it back it was definitely less obvious but it was still noticeable to him because he knew it was there and it still ran the risk of someone discovering his true nature. Looking at the strange contraption he swallowed hard and quickly pulled down his pajama pants before he changed his mind. He took out the small tube of medical adhesive and spread it around the edges close to the seams. Picking it up was surreal. It felt like picking up actual flesh, it was indistinguishable from real skin and yet there was no one attached to it, yet. He slid his limp penis into the opening and felt the warm gel gently engulf him. The gel was supposedly designed to match the temperature around it so after a few minutes it would be body temperature and feel unnoticeable to the wearer. It wasn't wholly uncomfortable, if a bit strange at first. He then held it in place for the required thirty seconds before letting go. Thankfully he got the placement right the first time. Looking through the pamphlet one more time he found the instructions on how to adjust his penis to align with the pleasure band. He briefly considered leaving it alone since he had no plans on using it for pleasure but thought better of it if it kept his penis in place. That was the excuse he gave himself anyway. Reaching through the thin membrane felt odd, odder still was when he grasped the head of his penis and set it into place. As he felt the band tighten until it fit snuggly, a small thrumming that sent a brief wave of pleasure throughout his body. Taking stock in the mirror his reflection was odd and unfamiliar now. His penis was completely gone, no bump, no bulge, no sign of it at all. In the predawn light he was indistinguishable from a woman. Nervously checking his immediate area to be sure he was once again alone even though he had left his door locked the entire time he awkwardly ran his hand across his new crotch. Lightly touching on the outside he felt nothing, but with a little extra pressure he was able to feel his hand. His hand slowly crept to the lips of the faux vagina, he wanted to be sure even while aroused nothing showed or protruded, or so he told himself. He certainly didn't have a morbid curiosity about the possibility of a new experience. Touching the lips he felt a sudden jolt of realization and snatched his hand away like he was touching a hot stove. It was an unfortunate necessity. Not a toy. He pulled his pajama pants back on and threw himself in bed.

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The next morning six pairs of heels were on Aaron's doorstep in a rainbow of colors and multiple sizes of heel. "He actually did it." Aaron sighed as he sat the six boxes on his dining table.

"What's going on?" Sarah asked as she walked into the dining room dressed for another day of working at the diner. "Did you go shopping without me?!"

"Definitely not. Brad-Dr.Keeler purchased some shoes for me for work." He corrected himself, trying to remind himself to stay professional.

Sarah's eyebrows jumped as she looked at the labels, "Mom...these are Jimmy Choo's."

"He sent me someone else's shoes?"

"No, mom, they're a manuf...they make great shoes." Sarah left out that the cheapest shoes they made were around six hundred dollars, knowing she would refuse such expensive gifts outright. These, however, seemed to be on the more expensive side of the curve.

"They look nice...they'd look nicer if I wasn't the one meant to wear them." Sarah seized the opportunity and grabbed a box before sitting in a chair to slip the new heels on. "What are you doing?"

"Well, like you said you wouldn't pick them for yourself, so since we have nearly the same size feet I'll try them on and you pick out the ones I look best in."

"Makes sense... I guess." He was just happy he didn't have to try on multiple pairs of heels. The first tried on were a pair of black suede pointed pumps with a four inch heel. When Sarah stood she giggled as she was now taller than her mother by several inches. "How do they feel?"

"Like heaven." Sarah walked around the dining room and kitchen and back enjoying every second in her-her mom's lovely shoes.

"They don't look terrible... okay I guess I can send the rest back."

"Mom, no!"

"What?"

"A man sends you six pairs of shoes and you wanna send five back?!"

"....The black ones are fine enough for the office."

"Come on, it's insulting. If you bought mom a bunch of stuff and she only kept one thing wouldn't you be insulted?"

Aaron thought about it and he unfortunately had to admit she was right. "Fine. One or two more but that's it. I'm sure these weren't cheap, and with yesterday's little shopping spree we don't need to break our bank or Br-Dr.Keelers."

"Sure sure!"

The second pair were five inch white satin heels with all-over pearl embellishments. "No way these are suitable for the workplace. What was he thinking?"

"I bet he can't wait to see you in them. Though you'll need to practice a lot to walk naturally in them."

"No way!"

"Welcome to being a girl, we suffer for fashion. But we look good doing it."

Of the six pairs of shoes, the only pair Sarah relented ok returning was a pair of simple black flats, late and already annoyed she donned her new black Jimmy Choo's and headed out the door only to once again be stopped by Sarah. "Wait. Did you decide on how you're going to wear your hair for your date?"

"Can we not-"

"It's important to plan."

"I was just going to wear it down like always."

"Oh my god, mom! Do you not know how to be a girl trying to woo her man at all?"

"Obviously not."

"You want this guy to be your boyfriend, you have to show him all your good sides."

"I don't want anyone to be my boyfriend."

"Need. Whatever."

"Fine, I'll go to the salon Friday after work and see what they can do."

"With what money? Besides, it's easier if you do it yourself." Sarah held out her hand, obviously waiting for his phone, and almost immediately handed it to Aaron with a YouTube video of a classic victory roll in otherwise lightly curled hair. "This does not seem easy."

"Well not now, but with some practice you'll be able to do it well enough."

Aaron sighed and looked at the time on his phone, "I don't have time to argue about this." Aaron kissed Sarah's head and rushed out the door with a quick "I love you."

"Love you too." Sarah's words fell softly away as she thought about all the times her mom had kissed her head before leaving for work even when they were mad at each other. Looking back to the breakfast table among the boxes of shoes she noted the gaff box was now empty as well.