Heels, please!!!

A part of the new job had Jim wondering about the choices he had made, though there was another aspect of it that he could do without: commuting was a pain in the butt. He loved where he lived, don't get him wrong, but the fact that each day now added 30 minutes to and from had only emphasized the nature of the job: it was a change. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the city, working among the suits and having to pop in to meetings all over the place. Here, at the "farm", as Gavin ribbed him, it was much more laid back and routine.

Jim looked up from his desk as the person entering the room quickly walked over to him and handed him a file before turning and leaving. Unlike the dour corporate head that the main office sent over to run things, he had noticed a sudden uptick in the behavior of others as he came in and quickly worked with the others in the top floor. Firstly, according to his new assistant, Janice, the fact he wore lighter colors was a change. Jim had come in and quickly spent the first morning going through and getting rid of the black curtains and had them replaced with softer cream yellow to match the carpeting. Fixing up one's office was a treat and he definitely spent the budget allotment on making changes. Within a day, luckily, everything dark and dingy was soon being wheeled out and replaced. If someone commented that it looked rather feminine, well, Jim just paid no heed and continued to put his stamp on it.

Another surprise, though, was the fact when he had hit up the local coffee spot down the block that he ran into James, the neighbor from the run. Almost instantly recognizing each other, he smiled warmly and the two of them got to talking for a few minutes as they waited for coffee. James wasn't younger than he was, though he supposed anyone looked younger if they were in good shape, and he had even went to the same school as Jim had, just a year later than him. With the familiarity and the knowing of familiar people, the two of them soon found themselves making plans to meet up for lunch.

As he got ready, Jim looked at the stack of papers on his desk and then glanced at the quiz he placed by the pink bag he had picked up the night before, finding it easier to put his wallet and keys and some makeup in instead of shoving most into his pants pockets (nearly costing him a good pair of pants in the process!) Picking them out, he glanced at his face and pulled out the compact, touching up the nose area before he smiled and nodded at his reflection. For some reason, the idea of making sure his makeup was perfect, especially for meeting up with James, this was important. Making sure that his hair was neatly let down was also done, though his mind was too distracted to realize he was subtly primping for his meeting with the other man.

9.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR HIGH HEELS?

Jim pulled into the parking lot and spotted James up ahead, waiting at a table, and waved as he spotted him coming into the restaurant. There were a few people in front of him and, as he waited, he thought about the question again in this head. He liked being practical and, well, heels were anything BUT practical. They were tight, often made Laura's feet hurt after wearing them, they could break easily and then a woman would be hobbling around all day, and they were not really designed to do anything but make a woman's posture straight and make her ass jut out.

Depends on the ass and, from what he saw in the glass door to the side, his ass looked fine.

I would love to wear heels, from the shortest flats to stilletoes, but I would be practical about them.

After lunch, as he returned to his car, Jim looked down at his feet and sighed. He waited until he got into the car before he slipped off the black loafers he was wearing and tossed them into the backseat before he pulled out his garment bag and pulled out a pair of pink/red heels. He smiled after getting back to the office and seeing his reflection in the glass at the way his new shoes fit the pair of light gray pants and his soft pink buttoned shirt and tie. Jim made his way to his office and sat down, not noticing that the extra pair of shoes he had kept in the closet had changed from dress mens shoes to a pair of dark maroon heels with a three inch heel. Likewise, in the bedroom closet at home, several pairs of different size heels appeared, replacing the dress shoes he kept in there.

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"Damn, this whole thing sucks..."

Jim looked up from his plate at the table as Laura entered the kitchen and slugged her way to the table and dropped her bags off into the chair before she walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, dear, I'm beat. I'm going to turn in for the night, okay?"

He nodded and watched as she turned and headed up the stairs, pausing for only a brief moment before she disappeared down the hallway. He wondered in part whether she was going to say anything about the bags sitting right by the door, especially about the name of the brand store on them, but her exhaustion must've made her oblivious to it. For his part, Jim said nothing, and turned back to looking at the papers in front of him.

*Bing*

He looked at his phone and smiled as he saw the text from James, seeing if they were going to be meeting up that Thursday for a run. Feeling the need to stretch after spending all day sitting and typing, he nodded and sent a reply with a thumbs up emoji. He laughed and placed his phone back down before he looked at the next question on the quiz and thought about it for a moment.

10.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR A SKIRT?