(>25) Ballet boots.

"I've never seen anything like this. I'll just try them on to see if it's even possible to walk in them."

She brought the pair onto the top of the locker to take a closer look at them. They were black, and both smelled and felt like the most genuine leather Jen has ever seen. She tugged at the impossibly high heel, and it made her sure that these boots were intentionally designed like that and brought to life in the perfect quality. But were they her size?

The girl looked at the boots' upper shaft. It ended just below her knees, but the circumference in the front part left her puzzled. A normal pair of footwear would have had laces in there, but these only had empty space with the edges having a weird metal texture.

Not able to understand the concept behind these features, Jen still decided to satisfy her curiosity and try the strange boots on. Careful not to fall off the edge of the locker, she began sliding her right foot inside. The lining was softer at the toes, and the girl thought it may help her with putting all of her weight on just her toes without squishing them right away. Also, the sole was made perfectly, as if made just for her, but the boot itself was still kind of loose.

"Oh, I'd love a few steps in these. My legs are going to look great."

Jen put her other foot inside its boot. As soon as she settled it in, a hidden sensor beeped quietly, and the open edges of the boots shut themselves together in a single effort. Now her legs below the knee were hugged quite tightly, especially around the toes.

{If She knows = true}Now the boots looked like a solid piece without any imperfections, and this alarmed Jen. She paid more attention to the place where the edges met, but could not even find it. Instead, she found a small metal socket on the side that had a smooth texture with a drawing of a keyhole printed on it. It must have been the place to insert a magnet key.

"God, no! I just wanted to try them!" — Jen tried to pull the ballet boots off her feet, but they were locked, much like the dildo. — "I don't know if I can even stand in them! What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to try and stand in them, silly. Sitting up there won't get you anywhere."

"Won't get me in more trouble, at least." — she said, already preparing to get down to the floor. The locker was at least four feet high, so no precautions could be deemed excessive. Keeping her elbows on the surface, she landed on the white tiles slowly. {else}Now the boots looked like a solid piece without any imperfections, and this amazed Jen. They looked beautiful despite their impracticality.

"Time to see them in action! I'm excited!"

"Me too, sweetheart."

The locker was at least four feet high, so no precautions could be deemed excessive. Keeping her elbows on the surface, she landed on the white tiles slowly. {endif}To her surprise, it was not painful, and the pressure was distributed across her feet somewhat evenly. However, trying to stand without the support of the hands was too optimistic, and Jen fell to the floor very quickly. The stiffness of reinforced leather at her ankles prevented her from twisting them, but also limited their effort in keeping the balance.

The girl's skin started burning from the white tiles' extremely low temperature, but standing up was another challenge. Jen rose to her knees and tried steeping on her booted foot, but that only made her fall again. She managed to stand up only after crawling back to the locker and grabbing the open door.

"Fucking hell, I can't wear them!"

"You don't have the confidence. Release the strain and stand straight, young lady. The catwalk awaits. The feeling might be strange, but you can be sure you look stunning."