Yes, she very much could.

Lisa’s eyes were glued to the transformed boots, like a haze inside her mind wouldn’t let her look away. Had someone asked her whether she would wear void gear at Headquarters, she would have rolled her eyes and given an emphatic ‘no’ as her only answer. The idea was preposterous. Why would anyone want to touch something like that, except for research purposes?

“I did wear the untransformed boots,” Lisa whispered, almost to remind herself. That worried her. Lisa wasn’t one to talk to herself. Or at least she hadn’t in a long time. Asa kid she had done that a lot and her parents scolded her for it. Now, it was a sign that she was anxious or overly excited. Her neck and cheeks felt hot. She shook her head and stalked out of the room and back into the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water. It helped her calm down.

Looking into the mirror Lisa saw droplets of water dripping from her chin, her eyelashes and even her brown hair. The pressure of her job had been getting to her, she decided. Calmer now, she said to her reflection: “I wore them for research and after making sure it was safe. It had been different.” Her voice was firm. That, too, helped. Like mentally turning off a faucet. The foggy feeling in her head was subsiding as well.

But the curiosity remained. She looked down at her bare legs. Yes, it was different. She didn’t know why, but Lisa would like to know how the boots would feel to wear. Not for science, but because she wanted to. She wiggled her toes. Yes, she really wanted to. She looked into the mirror again and smiled mischievously.

With purpose, she returned to her bedroom and the void boots, as she had decided to call them. And realized that she had left her vault open, the void boots in the middle of the room and even the security compartment with the rest of the strange clothes unlocked. Lisa groaned, shook her head and locked the compartment.

Then, without much thinking or hesitation, she picked up the void boots and sat down on her bed. There she inspected them more closely. She immediately noticed the strange material. It wasn’t exactly latex or rubber or spandex. It was something different. It looked as shiny as oiled latex up, but it didn’t crumple or crease. Oddly enough, it was really thin and resilient.

Deciding that this was quite enough introspection, she spread the opening of the right boot and fed her bare foot right into it. Lisa half-expected herself to need some sort of lubricant to push her foot to the sole, but it was very easy. Her foot glid through the shaft and the strange latex-like fabric felt both tight and comfortable. This made no sense but Lisa had no complaints.

Halfway through, she decided that it was easy enough that she didn’t need to bother to stretch out the opening. And Lisa was right. Despite clinging to every square inch of her leg up to her knee, pulling the soft and malleable shaft up was easy. In fact, it was exciting. But soon enough, her foot was past the heel and her toes sat comfortably in the toe box of the void boot. Lisa pulled the shaft up like a pair of stockings one last time and let go of the edges. The material tightened all around her leg and sat firmly on her skin.

Lisa moved around her right foot a bit and noticed right away that the strange fabric didn’t resist her movements in the least. It was like a perfectly broken-in shoe… better frankly. She liked the way the boot contrasted with her light skin tone and ran her hand down the long shaft from her thigh to her ankle.

Nothing had happened and that didn’t surprise her. If anything would, it would be only after she put on the left void boot as well. And she was going to do just that. Eagerly and with a lot less care, she all but shoved her left foot into the opening of the boot, savouring the feeling of the strange black stuff gliding across her foot and leg.

Once the second void boot sat tight and firm on her leg she finally got. A shiver went through her as she expected to have issues with the high heels. But that didn’t happen. It felt concerningly natural to stand in those boots like she was supposed to stand on her balls and toes. This was far from the first time Lisa had worn high heels. And while she didn’t mind wearing some low heels, these were the highest she had ever worn.

And yet it was downright easy to walk in them.

Closing the vault and changing it into its more ordinary form, she stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe. And she liked what she saw. Lisa had never noticed just how her job had improved her figure. Her thighs and calves were toned, which was accentuated by the skin-tight void boots. She lifted her loose shirt and her hand touched her firm belly. She didn’t have a six-pack, but everything about her screamed ‘I work out’. Lisa was for the first time in years appreciating her own body.

Thanks to the heels, her butt was sticking out a bit and she was pushing her breasts up. Of course, the latter couldn’t be seen through the shirt, loose as it was. So, with a playful smile, Lisa took off the shirt. Now she was only wearing her panties and the boots and she was a sight to behold. The Warden wearing the forbidden footwear of her enemies took a few steps here and there and immediately noticed how her hips swayed. She seemed more confident in how her upper body moved as well.

She couldn’t believe that a pair of high-heeled boots - however comfortable and well-made - could transform her posture like that. And the analytical part of her mind told her that there must be more to it. These void boots were likely very dangerous in some way.

Not that she cared at that moment. Lisa was way too busy having a bit of time to herself, just for fun. Her eyes were wandering from her legs to the mirror and back while she walked around and struck poses. She hadn’t felt so charged and confident in a long time.