"There must be a mirror to prove my stunningness."

The girl looked around with great care. Ruining the fragile balance by only a turn of her neck was as possible as ever.

A momentary flash of light caught her attention. Yes, there was a mirror.

"I want to get there, but it's going to be times longer in these {If She knows = true}stupid boots! Uugh, if only I were smarter than putting them on."

Being mean to herself, however, was not bringing Jen any closer to the mirror. She sighed and started moving away from the locker. Her legs were bent at the knees and each muscle was strained just to be sure her balance is firmly in her control.

For a second, the girl imagined someone watching her traveling through the giant hall naked apart from the ballet booties and dildo. She felt her cheeks going red in an instant, and she drove the distracting thought away.

"You are doing it wrong. This is a faithless girl's walk. Straighten your legs and raise your head, and you'll find out that it's not hard at all." — the voice sounded annoyed.

"We'll talk about this later. When I get something to hold onto."

As soon as Jen saw a wooden bench within proximity, she collapsed onto it. Not just her feet, but her whole body was suffering from the strain she brought on herself.

“Now you’re satisfied, aren’t you? You didn’t fall physically, but you fell out of my favor. Here’s the mirror, look at yourself!”

The girl swallowed the offensive move from the second voice. After a few seconds of listening to just her breathing, she decided that it did make sense to have a look at her predicament from aside.

The full-length mirror had a sturdy frame, so Jen held onto it firmly while trying to stand up straight for once. It was a bit scary, but she eventually found the center of gravity and only then dared to look at her reflection.

Her former misadventures were becoming less and less relevant as she inspected her own body. It was so same as always, yet so different not only because of the added height itself, but her legs’ appearance specifically.

“They’re so long…” — Jen uttered.

{else}cuties! But I can have fun with them for as long as I want."

Standing and admiring her new feet in all of their wobbly grace was not bringing Jen any closer to the joy of admiring them in the mirror, which seemed to be her sole momentary objective.

As much as she wanted to be elegant and agile as usual, she did not want to touch this floor ever again, so the girl could not think of any better way than follow her vestibulary apparatus and bend her every muscle to be in charge of her balance.

As her awkward, strained journey began, Jen heard the voice speaking in a tone that was different from before.

"You are doing it wrong. This is a faithless girl's walk. Straighten your legs and raise your head, and you'll find out that it's not hard at all." — it was annoyed. It did not like what it was seeing.

"But I... I don't wanna fall..."

"You put on a pair of boots and you do this instead of walking in them? This is pathetic."

"Nonono, I can..." — Jen tried to fix her catwalk in the process, but did it without knowing what she was doing. She collapsed to the floor, landing on her ass. The extremely low temperature acted like an electric shock as she unsuccessfully tried and tried to hop back onto her feet just to keep falling onto the evil tiles.

When Jen climbed the wooden bench that was fortunately standing right next to the mirror, she was all shivering. Before she resorted to crawling on her knees, she got a dose of cool for most parts of her body.

"That's what you get for not listening to me. You should be more confident. Look at yourself now."

The freezing girl reached out for the mirror and turned its massive frame so that she could see herself lying on the wooden surface. As she was still on her back, she straightened her legs out and gasped.

"They are so long now..."{endif}

"I can help serve the rest of this young and beautiful body as it deserves. All I need for that is a proper apology from you."