Caught between a rock and a high heel 07

As Kieron sat with a cup of coffee the following morning, a sense of powerlessness washed over him. It was his first day at work, and he was already feeling overwhelmed. Dressed in a short, tight blue dress and 4-inch matching blue heels, he knew he had to leave soon. The added pressure of having to focus and maintain his cover to avoid revealing his true identity only intensified his feelings of helplessness. The restrictive clothing only added to his discomfort and worry about being able to carry out his tasks for the day, whatever they might be! He couldn't shake the feeling that something was bound to go wrong, and he was worried about how he would handle it.

As Kieron stared across the table at Becca, his forced smile faltered. The conversation from the previous evening still lingered heavily in the air, the terms and conditions for staying with Becca etched into his mind. Kieron would have to completely abandon his true identity and become Kiera, constantly presenting as feminine and suppressing any trace of masculinity. The thought of it was suffocating, but he knew he had no choice but to succumb to Becca's demands and silently endure the excruciating transformation.

As the notification on the ancient phone gifted to him by Becca illuminated the screen, Kieron's heart began to race. The taxi had arrived to take him to the office. As he stood up, the sound of his heels clicking against the kitchen floor and the feeling of his tights sliding smoothly over his legs only served to heighten his nausea. He was not used to the constricting sensation of the tights or the awkwardness of the heels, and the combination of the two only added to his discomfort.

"Good luck," Becca said with a grin. "Call me if you need anything. I don't have many meetings today." frustrated by her remark, Kieron grumbled. He yearned to tell her that what he needed was a less feminine outfit and a pair of shoes with a lower heel that wouldn't squeeze his toes. But knowing he wouldn't get what he wanted that morning, and having promised not to complain, Kieron reluctantly picked up his ridiculously shaped purse and forced a smile.

As Kieron stumbled out of the door, his mind was consumed by racing thoughts. Sleep had eluded him due to his anxiety, and now he was filled with doubts. "What am I doing?" he thought. "Am I really going to follow through with this reckless plan?" Opening the door to the waiting taxi, he motioned to get in before suddenly stopping dead as he noticed the cheerful driver's warm winter coat. "Dammit," he thought, realizing that he had forgotten his own. Suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed, he turned to the driver and asked him to wait before quickly spinning on his heels and heading back towards the house. Frustrated and angry with himself, Kieron shook his

head in annoyance. He knew he needed to focus, or he would end up making a complete fool of himself that day.

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The taxi ride to the office was a blur of unwanted conversations and uncomfortable silence, and when he finally arrived, he was ushered through the reception area and into the office of Tom Watkins. But it was only when he sat down in front of his new boss that the young man's discomfort reached its peak. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over him. The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of his own shallow breaths filling the space. He tried to shift in his seat to alleviate the discomfort, but the tight skirt of his dress and the restricting pantyhose only made matters worse. He could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he fought the urge to reach under his skirt and adjust his underwear, which seemed to be wedged uncomfortably between his buttocks.

"Are you ready to hear the story of how I single-handedly built this empire from scratch?" Tom declared; his voice laced with excitement as he cracked his knuckles. "This company is my life's work. I've moulded it into a force to be reckoned with, with over a thousand employees and a presence in multiple industries. But our bread and butter is social media. We drive traffic to websites and sell ad space, turning every visit into cold, hard cash. The more traffic we get, the more money we make. Are you ready to join me on this unstoppable journey to the top?"

Kieron was surprised by Tom's unexpected motivational speech and uneasy about the way the older man was staring at him. In an effort to deal with the situation, Kieron decided to embrace the persona he had accidentally created the previous night. Drawing on memories of the dim-witted Molly McGraith from his school days, the stupidest person he’d ever met. "Like, oh my gosh, Tom! That is, like, totally awesome! I mean, I am, like, totally impressed that you started this company and made it, like, super successful. And, like, social media is, like, super interesting. I'm, like, so excited to learn more and see how I can, like, totally help. But can you tell me about what my job here will be?”

Tom's ego inflated as a sly smile spread across his lips. 'To be frank, Kiera, I only met you last night as a favour to Robert. But that tale you spun about a woman embracing her fears and trying new things sparked something within me. An idea, if you will.'"

"An idea?" Kieron shot back with a quizzical expression, further solidifying his persona as a ditzy young woman.

"Indeed," Tom exclaimed, stroking his well-groomed beard. "Your story and passion for fashion have presented me with the perfect opportunity to accept an invitation from an old friend. She has been talking about a certain project for some time, and I think now is finally the time to explore the idea further."

“Erm… I’m not sure if I understand,” Kieron replied, squinting his darkly lined eyes. “Can you like, give me more info or something?"

"Kiera," Tom declared with a sly chuckle, "you are a truly unique individual. But don't concern yourself with the minutiae just yet. Take the day to acclimate to the office and make acquaintance with your new colleagues. When you leave, ask Gina at reception to set you up. We'll have a more thorough discussion tomorrow once I've had a chance to put a few wheels in motion."

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Stepping out of the taxi that evening, Kieron let out a little groan as his angled foot touched the ground. After a day in heels, his feet were killing him, and he couldn’t wait to get back to the safety of Becca’s house to remove them.

Emerging from the taxi that evening, Kieron winced in pain as he gingerly placed his aching angled feet on the ground. The torture of wearing heels all day had left his feet screaming for mercy, and he longed for the sanctuary of Becca's house where he could finally relieve them of their suffering. As he minced across the street, every step was a torturous ordeal, with sharp needles of pain shooting through his legs. His toes were cramped and swollen, and he could hardly bear the weight on the balls of his feet.

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The day had been a nightmare, and the thought of having to recount it to Becca was almost too much to bear. He'd spent the entire day completing tedious paperwork, struggling to log in to the network, and feeling utterly humiliated as he was forced to perform menial tasks. His mind was exhausted, but the mere thought of sleep brought with it a paralyzing fear. For he knew that if he closed his eyes and surrendered to slumber, he would be forced to face another day. Another day filled with humiliating girly outfits and the constant worry of being discovered as a man pretending to be a woman.