She uses the shower to wash off the clues.

Mandy decided that no one was going to notice the wetness over her pussy if everything was wet, so she rushed towards the shower room, only to almost fall over almost immediately.

"How the fuck do I move in these things now?" — she asked herself. — "How do they do it on the catwalks?"

The best option for now was to tiptoe her way through without even touching the floor with the heels. Once under a water source, she carefully removed her shorts without staining the shoes and washed them very thoroughly. Then she went under the cool stream of water herself, committing to the plan. Minutes were passing, but the heels on her sportshoes were not getting shorter, which meant that their current state was locked as well.

The girl took this brief moment to strike poses and figure out the balance, and, much to her amusement, walking was entirely possible!

"I bet few of the regular stilettos are as comfy on the inside as mine are." — Mandy mumbled as she crossed the locker room, dripping water even after using a towel. She decided to not look at herself at the mirror. She knew that she was looking very desirable right now, but her self-admiring had already served her badly today, and all she wanted right now was to get back home.

Her walk back was definitely longer than 5 minutes now, but the suburban area was rather quiet at the time, so all she got was a couple more stares, especially when she would stumble occasionally. Something inside her tried to convince her to capitalize on that, but her head was still cool enough after the shower to block off any disturbances.

Mandy had a moment of weakness right at her doorstep. She knew she needed to bend over to get the door key she hid under the rug before and imagined what it would look like from behind. It felt so fulfilling to do the real thing right after fantasizing.

Lucky for her, she was inside, and no unwanted encounters happened. She sat down on the same couch she unwrapped the goddamn box last evening on and sighed regretfully. The note was lying right there too.

One day without pleasing herself? What could possibly be the problem there? And yet there she was, instead of looking at three new pairs of whatever she wanted, stuck in one pair of

'Sportshoes'

Objective: Avoid having an orgasm in 24 hours;
Completion reward: 3 more pairs of shoes of your liking;****

Failure penalty: 71 hours left...