Before.

Una’s swimming was merely okay. She was not sure if it was safe wearing the boots to water. Won’t they be filled with water after she’s out?

The second question was putting them on. Supposedly, the electric remote with a single button was responsible for this, and it was most correct to check it before it potentially got wet during the swim.

Una put both of her feet inside the velvet boots’ soles. They were loose on her, of course. Then the girl took the remote and pushed the button.

According to her plan, the boots started to shrink and form to Una’s legs. The soft black shaft grew less loose, then snug and then tight. Very tight, in fact. The pressure on the girl’s legs was distributed evenly between the thigh highs’ surface.

The heels were very high. Six inches with very thin platform. At least they were chunky, not needle thin. Una’s ankles were supported by the respective part of the boots, but the walking still needed practice to become confident.

As the girl was inspecting the stylish boots, she realized that she is not seeing something that should be present. She saw the ribbed outsole in all of its detail, the strange D-rings, which, by coincidence, every part of her outfit sported.

“Where are the damned keyholes?”

“Right there, silly.”

She looked around and saw that the keyhole was indeed there. On the remote. Now Una had to carry this accessory wherever she was, if she hoped to change her footwear for something else.

“Oh, the tricks...” — she sighed as she approached the pool, trying to master the walk in her black-and-white fashion pick.