Mary Janes

Never had her parents made her wear shoes like this. They were all about her wearing what she wanted, which was sneakers, loose t-shirts, and sweats. She was sure there was a name for them, these sleek black shoes with a strap across the opening. Wiggling her feet into them, Alexa at first thought they might be a bit too big. However, with the black leather strap pulled tight, they were incredibly snug. Comfortable, even. Taking some tentative steps in them, Alexa stablized herself. Never big on heels, the very minor heel on these made it easier to travel in. Of course, walking around without the insoles in her normal shoes made things quite awkward, as she lost those extra 3 inches. All in all, the cute black shoes were definitely comfortable and fit, with the hearts of the buckle being just the type of cute Alexa liked.

Carol came back in the room, observing Alexa do her slight waddle in her new shoes. Mary Janes. Interesting choice, fitting with the white tights and sundress, she supposed. Her choppy walking became more steady, but she nearly fell when she turned around and realized Carol was back.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were here!" Alexa said, tottering over to Carol. Leaning at the hip, she grabbed the shoes she had set aside for Carol. In the process she exposed her diaper for only the briefest of glimpses. Carol ignored it, focused on getting some footwear.

The first pair fit her fine, a pair of mom sneakers if Carol had ever seen some. They worked.

"So I discussed with the manager. We're getting another card with the cost of the shoes on it." Carol said, standing up beside Alexa. A mirror perfectly caught the two side by side. Carol, confident, curvy in the right places, above average height, an example of middle-aged beauty; Alexa, puffy around the waist, flat chest, flowery dress, tights and headband, nearly below breast level for Carol, an example of tween awkwardness.

"Great!" Alexa said, getting all the shoes back into the box. The mirror displayed the ruffles well enough as she leaned over to pick up the box. "I've never worn shoes like these before, they are quite comfortable."

Carol smiled, nodding. "They're called Mary Janes. I'm glad you found something comfy to wear." Helping to put the box back, the two of them head out and to the managers office. Carol got a card from him, and a deep apology. He offered Alexa some candy, which she gladly took, and Carol was reminded that the lounge also did massages. The manager was hoping that the mom wouldn't be too angry, the last thing he needed was a message from corporate about something that wasn't his fault.

Carol had forgotten this lounge did massages. Her husband always liked the flaunt his frequent travel, and how he knew the best spots. He did say these were to kill for. Checking the time, Carol realized they still had a few hours. This layover sucked for time.

"Want to get a massage before we leave Lexi? Up to you, but my husband said they are to die for." Carol asked the girl.

Alexa took a second to think.