Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 2

Heel training would be an essential element of Danielle's 'education'. With her long, slim, sexy legs, stilettos would be as natural as the stockings that would hug her flesh. We went to some specialty stores on the Boulevard for those. I began with a half-dozen pair, just to get her used to walking in heels. OK, I kinda threw her into the deep end right away. Two pair of pumps had flat soles and five-inch heels. Two pair of ankle-strap sandals had platform soles and six-inch heels. The remaining two pair were a fetishist's delight; flat soles and rapier-like six-inch stiletto spikes. Danny and I both liked the look, so 'Danielle' was outvoted – as if she would really have a problem with it.

It wasn't like she would have to learn to walk in them all by herself; I would be right there to teach her the delicate, confident heel-toe strut, undulating her hips in that provocative way men adore. Of course, I required her to try the shoes on in the store to make sure they fit properly. After our experience in the lingerie shops, the aura of authority was easier for me to adopt. It took a bit of coaxing, but I got Danny to walk around a bit to get used to them. I'm certain it caused him some embarrassment, but that was only a temporary thing. I was equally certain the next time he went out in heels, no one would have reason to think unkindly of him.

That left one final stop for our first afternoon outing. With all of Danielle's feminine finery, the idea of body hair was repugnant. I had already had mine removed via ultra-light treatments and had made the first of several appointments for Danny. I could have settled for shaving, waxing, or using a depilatory cream, particularly at this early stage of his transformation. After all, the ultra-light method of hair removal was permanent. That was exactly the point. This was another test, to see how committed Danny was to the idea of 'Danielle' – and acceding to my wishes.

I presented it to him in a loving, caring way.