Treading through this

Back in your apartment, you go looking for your treadmill. While you can't think of the last time you used it, you're fairly certain it's in your bedroom. Pushing off a bunch of male clothing that you suspect will soon be donated.

After shoving all that stuff off and ready to be sorted later, you step things up and turn the equipment. Setting it to a low speed to start, you begin your heel training. But not before getting yourself a bottle of water. Good idea to stay hydrated.

Things at first seem alright. You could almost get the hang of this at the rate you're going. Though, maybe grabbing a laptop to watch princess shows or some music would've been a good idea.

By the second hour, your feet are killing you. While your stride is a lot more feminine now, it's not quite there to an extent. Which is all the more reason to continue.

Taking a sip of your water, you just complete the third hour. Turning the treadmill off, you take a seat on your bed. Your feet have adapted in a way and you feel quite confident walking in heels from now on. Which means you should probably add your old shoes to the things you'll be donating in the future.