What? Of course not!

“That’s exactly the last thing I need right now.” — she threw it aside and took the fifth key. “There you are!” — the girl said before putting it into the keyhole. Or, rather, trying her best to put it inside, because it also had a different shape. She dropped the key in frustration. It ringed loudly against the tiles.

What frustrated Una even more was the fact there was a pair of white sandals with 6 inch chunky heel and 1.5 inch platform which had the same kind of ankle strap but would definitely be easier to walk in even if she locked them on her feet too. Behind the sandals there were three keys, but she could already tell by their shape that they weren’t the right ones. One of the keys was completely circle-shaped in the end, like a chess pawn.

“It’s a magnet key to a magnet lock.” — guessed Una.

How was she supposed to find the true key with so many false ones around? What kind of a game was this place playing with her?

On the bottom shelf, there were some ankle boots. They looked like they were supposed to make the wearer’s feet pointed towards the surface, like in ballet, but with a thin heel to **** it to stay that way.

“Uuuuuuuuh, I’m pretty sure these are not for walking.” — Each discovery weirder than previous one, Una seemed to take it easier as her mind grew deeper in the confidence that this cannot be real, yet the feelings were as real as they could be.

She let out a sigh of a missed opportunity, as she stroked the rubbery surface of the sandals and decided to stand up. Slowly but more surely as she was finding the right gravity center, she raised herself from the floor until she realized that when she was standing with her legs straight, the tiles were much further from her eye level than before. 7 inches further, to be precise. It meant that she was now 6’2”!

“Alright, it’s quite hard to stand in them, so it might be easier to walk. Just do as you were taught.” — Una took a step, putting the monstrous heel in front of her toes. First few steps were unsteady, but she quickly understood just how much weight she can safely put on her heel at a time. Each step was followed by a loud metallic click against the tiles. She approached the window seeing all of her naked body involved in the process of walking.

The clicking her heels were making and the fact that she not only could, but had to walk in such sexy way, aroused her and made her rational thinking just shut down in a moment, just like it usually happened when she was offered another shot of vodka at a party.

“These boring sandals wouldn’t be half as gorgeous. It is so fortunate you locked these on, they look and feel so good. Your ankles hurt slightly already and it will get worse, but it is for good. You need to develop myself to be worthy of these shoes. They are bonded to you, and you need to bear them with pride.”

Una paced and posed for some time, but eventually the euphoria faded away. The air was still very cool, and the girl faced the fact that she needed to find something to cover other parts of her body with.