Like to get high

Jim took a turn down the hallway and walked, making sure that his team kept up with him, as they made their way down to the meeting hall and quickly passed a few heads who, when they saw him passing, immediately craned their necks to watching him pass by. For the most part, Jim never made his appearance down in the marketing areas as, being in the management track, he was rarely needed to be in such a place to begin with. He didn't mind having to come here, though the reason why he was there still eluded him. The call had come in so quickly that he had barely enough time to finish touching up his face and a few moments with the lip gloss before he picked up his binder and moved quickly out into the courtyard.

A few moments later, as he stepped into the rare air of the executive suites, he spotted a few more surprised faces seeing him and three others tailing him but he just shrugged and nodded at them before they turned down the hallway and walked into the elevator. It was going to be a hellishly long day without the hum-drum of office politics, reports were due and market analysis reports had to be sorted, but now all he could think about were two simple things. First, how in the hell did he keep getting into these things? Why him? And the second...

How high would he wear heels?

If I were a girl, that is, he reminded himself. Jim appreciated a woman wearing heels like any other man, the way it made their legs seem like they went on forever, their ass jutting out and the way it positioned their bodies to amplify sexiness and appeal. Sure, he knew they also hurt like hell to wear and were impractical, expensive, and not really functional in a lot of otherwise decent places. But still, there was something about them that gave them use, versatility, and he often thought about how many different colors and styles there were.

What did it for him, though, was the simple fact that his wife was a frumpy woman, didn't believe in such things. Jim loved Laura a lot, don't get him wrong, but the woman just did not dress. There was no hope for her there.

As they waited to be called into the room, Jim pulled out the quiz and found the question.

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

Jim clicked his pen. Yes, I would wear high heels and be comfortable, skilled, and knowledgeable not only in knowing what type to wear but how high and how to match colors. I would feel comfortable in 3" ones, definitely. With that, he turned and seeing the secretary motioning for them, walked in.

***

Jim sighed as he stepped in to the house and after closing the door, paused and slipped off first the first heel he was wearing and then the second, pausing again to massage his feet just a little before he turned and picked them up and carried them into the bedroom. It bothered him a bit at first when the meeting ended and he heard the click-clacking sound but as he looked in the reflection of the elevator door, he spotted his navy blue heels that he had slipped on that morning. "I must be tired..." he muttered and with that, turned and walked down the hallway towards his office. He didn't notice how the heels had slowly shaped his legs into a more feminine shape and toned his muscles to boot.

Jim checked his messages before he heard footsteps coming from upstairs and Laura stepped in and smiled at him for a moment. "Hey, sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

He smiled back. "No, that's okay. Going out?" Laura shook her head and ran a hand through her black hair and he started for a moment before realizing that she always had black hair, the idea of her being anything else was a bit silly.

"Nah, I'm going to take it easy tonight. Figured Angela and I would hang out and spend some quiet time together for a change." She looked at his shoes in his hand. "Nice! I'm glad you got those. I know you were looking at them for so long."

Jim nodded and slipped them down next to several more pairs in the closet before he turned and stripped down and put on his yoga pants and tank-top. "I'm going to go running with Sean, should be back in a half-hour or so."

Laura nodded and after she ducked out, Jim checked his makeup one last time in the mirror before he turned and walked over to his bag, pulling out both the quiz and his water bottle. The next question appeared and he smiled at that before he placed it down on the bedside table and headed out, already thinking about how to answer the next question.

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