The Power of Sexy part VII

The last 4 hours seemed an eternity. The lingerie and heels were burning a hole in my backpack…

I struggled to make eye-contact with anyone. I felt as if a whirlwind of emotion was clouding my judgment. On the verge of tears, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the strange feelings that I was feeling. It seemed as if those who did look at me knew my ~secret~.

I kept replaying the scene of Ell flashing her camera, and teasingly waving the Polaroid photo at me… “See you later tigress” she had said.

Why would she take a photo!?

I seemed to be on the verge of tears and I didn’t know why. I had never been a crier…

I stood there in front of Ell’s house for what seemed like an eternity. Although in reality it was merely a few moments.

For the first time, I began to wonder what her parents did to make so much money to have such a marvelously large mansion.

As I raised my hand to knock on the door, the door dramatically flung open, and there was Ell……

Ell stood there in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face. One hand was high on the door jam, one clenched in a fist on her hip. Her other hip was cocked towards me in a sexy pose.

She was wearing a light pink lacy tank top with spaghetti straps, and I could see her white bra straps peeking out sexily below the spaghetti straps. She wore a tight chocolate colored ~pencil~ skirt further emphasizing her perfectly proportioned figure. Her long tanned legs seemed to shimmer forever down to a pair of rounded toe patent pink stiletto heels similar to the pair in my back pack.

“Hey Al–i” She said drawing out my abbreviated name sexily.

I stared at her, with strangely mixed feelings. I felt partially betrayed, I felt partially aroused, and I experienced a new feeling I would describe as competitive sexual jealousy…if that makes any sense.

Ell dramatically pulled the Polaroid photo into view. She held the photo out in front of her, towards me. But at the same time she looked at it longingly as if she had to hold the photo at arms length to completely appreciate the sexiness of it. She also appeared hesitant to actually give it to me as she had promised.

“Hey” I replied somewhat dejectedly… as I reached out to take the photo from her.

Just as my fingers closed on the photo, she snapped her wrist playfully pulling the photograph out of my reach…

As my fingers closed grasping only air, Ell’s arm which seemed to have been bracing her against the door jam shot out explosively, grabbing my wrist and jerking me inside of her house!

She slammed the door in a blur. “Not so fast sexy!” She said playfully….. “You have some lessons first!” She was speaking to me, but looking at the photo. She had one hand on my chest pushing me out of reach of the photo which she held at arms length.

For the first time I saw the Polaroid photo as Ell held it away from like one child would hold a toy from the grasp of another…

I couldn’t help but be shocked, embarrassed and yet proud of the image that I saw in the photo.

Ell had captured the photo at the most perfect angle, which made me wonder exactly how long she had been watching me before she took the shot.

I stood there in the photo with a bewildered look on my face, but she had also captured my reflection in the mirror. For the first time, I was able to see what I looked like from the front and back side by side.

I froze as I stared at the photo.

“Want a closer look?” She asked teasingly as she handed over the photo.

She must have read the expression on my face as I saw and grasped the photo.

“Holy Shit” I thought to myself.

Aside from the look of surprised shock on my face, it was quite a flattering photo. I stared at the photo in silence looking up and down the photo inspecting in with precision.

I was amazed at how sexy my body looked, even in the old school Polaroid photo. My legs, thighs, calves and ass looked as if they absolutely belonged in lingerie and heels! My stomach was nice and flat and my waist seemed to be quite waspish next to my ample rounded ass. The tanned tone of my skin seemed to match perfectly with the lingerie, and my long perfectly proportioned legs seemed to go forever down to the spiky shoes. I could hardly believe I was staring at a picture of myself.

“That’s hot hun” Ell said seductively as she snatched the photo from my grip in a lightning quick movement.

She looked at the photo again as if inspecting for any imperfections, yet knowing she would find none.

“Ell, why…….”

She put her finger over my mouth and shushed me.

“Ali, dear……..” She paused as if she was still contemplating the final touches on a prepared speech, one that she knew she might have to scrap and adlib anyway.

She seemed to pause for a moment, and then pulled me towards her. “I Think we both could use a hug.”

She pulled me into her tightly and held me.

She seemed tall in her heels but her body, felt warm and wonderful next to mine, and she smelled heavenly.

“Let’s go sit down and talk for a bit.” She said.

She grabbed my hand and guided me into a sitting room I couldn’t help but notice how her heels clacked on the hardwood and marble floors as she guided me.

As we sat down on a couch, she crossed her legs toward me. She placed the Polaroid photo on the coffee table in front of us and grasped both of my hands into hers.

She looked deep into my eyes. “Alan,…..” She began in a semi playful, but semi serious tone for Ell.

“If you interviewed a million people, you would find that most people in this world, Men or Women would love to have about 5 things in life:

Rich
Powerful
Sexy
Healthy
And Youthful
She continued…. “The problem is, most people either have no Idea how to get what they want, or simply go about trying to get what they want the wrong way.”

“Very few people ever find the ~secret~ to getting exactly what they want. They waste their lives struggling and hoping for things they will most likely never ever achieve.”

“Look around at this house” she continued. “It is beautiful, it is marvelous and for all but about 1 tenth of 1 percent of the population of this planet it is beyond their reach.”

I glanced around at the grandeur of the house. Before today It never really occurred to me to wonder what Ell’s Parents did that they could be so rich. Nor why it was that I have never actually met them. I was only interested in Ell for Ell, the marvelous, beautiful, unique character that she is.

Ell was still grasping my hands and staring into my eyes with her beautifully perfect eyes when she said. “Do you know that I am actually”….she paused and looked away briefly……. “Adopted?”

“I am so lucky, and blessed to have been pulled from a life where I may have had no meaning or direction into a family that understands the ~secrets~ to achieving those 5 things that most people want in life.”

“My adoptive parents are the creators of the Lingerie brand -Victoria’s Secret. - And it is strongly encouraged for me to prepare myself to one day become a model for them. It is so exciting.”

“Enough about me.” She said. “Alan, what do YOU want out of life??”

Up until now I hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise since I had walked — no was dragged in the door.

“All of the things you mentioned.” I replied. “But….”

“I thought so!” Ell Exclaimed as she hugged me giddily…..

Now, let us get ready for some walking lessons.”

Part of me wanted to scream in protest, but a larger part of me was ecstatic about the prospect of getting my feet and legs back into heels.

Ell grabbed my hand and led me down to a long hallway the hallway was about 6 feet wide and about 150 feet long. It was mad of different textures. I have never seen a hall like it before. Some of it was some of it was marble, hardwood, Astroturf granite, short and long carpet. I also noticed various rug textures and different types of linoleum. All of the flooring and wall décor was various shades of pink.

“This is Victoria’s Secret Hallway”…. Ell said. She was very proud… “Nearly all of the Victoria’s secret models have perfected their runway walk down this hallway. It has many different surfaces to allow the models to transition in heels very quickly without looking clumsy…Heels are beautiful and sexy, but they don’t call them stilettos for being forgiving!”

I looked down the hallway and noticed that there were also many mirrors, in different shapes and angles, and also many photos of different Victoria’s secret models throughout the years, both face shots and various modeling photos it was very sexy and very dramatic.

Ell grabbed a remote control and before I knew it very rhythmatic music was playing, to a beat that made you want to tap your toe in unison.

“Watch” Ell commanded and headed off down the hall gracefully strutting her stuff in her heels. She was fantastic to watch, her long golden brown hair bouncing as her legs moved so perfectly in those heels to make her appear to be floating. She crossed every surface in the hall without the slightest bit of hesitation or without the slightest change in her pace.

Once again I started to feel a strange mixture of desire, and jealousy.

Ell spun at the end of the hall and headed back. This time she stopped every few steps and did a model pose or turns and continued walking back.

“What did you think” She asked as if my opinion was actually important to her.

“Very Hot” I said….. “But why would you want me to learn to do this?” I asked finally trying to get some information out of her.

“Well” She looked up and bit the side of her lip. “Lets just say that if you can navigate ‘the hallway’ …………..She grinned at me seductively……. “I will definitely make it worth your wile!”

“Now come with me….” She said as she pulled my arm.

Elle pulled me through a semi hidden door in the hallway. Inside was a very spacious room which looked like a combination of a women shoe store, and a lingerie boutique.

“Now see anything that you like”? She asked playfully.

She must have seen the look of questioning desire and wonderment on my face as I glanced at the room of feminine sexiness.

I tried to sound indifferent……. “Well……I……” I stammered.

“OK. I am going to leave you here for a few minutes. All of the shoes you see are in your size. The hosiery and panties are all on that side of the room. Tops and skirts over there.” She pointed in different directions.

“I will be back in about 20 minutes” she said. “I know that a girl would take much longer to decide, but for a guy……” She stopped and winked…..with that she turned on her heel and walked to the door. Before she closed it she turned and said “have fun you sexy thing!” Blew me a kiss flirtatiously and closed the door behind her.

What have I gotten myself into I thought as looked around at the vastness of sexy that lay before me. I walked over to the shoes…there must have been 50 varites of heels in different styles and heel heights. There were some with more of a pointed heel like the ones ell had given me, some with more square shaped heels. There were some with open toe fronts, some with out backs, there were boots of all varieties… all looked very sexy.

I noticed the same pair that Ell had worn for me during her seductive strip tease weeks ago. They were black stiletto Mary Jane heels with a 5 inch silver heel. I had to try those on I decided.

I grabbed them and placed them on the floor. I began to take off my skateboard shoes and was about to put them on when the thought occurred to me….With your jeans you idiot?!

I stopped and walked over to the section where the panties were. I noticed some slightly larger ones labeled ‘boy shorts’. Perfect I thought I am a boy. I grabbed them and placed them on a padded bench in the center of the room next to the Mary Jane heels.

I noticed that my hands once again were shaking as I placed them down.

A growingly smaller part of me was fighting it now. I really felt I shouldn’t be doing this, but my curiosity was taking over. And besides, I wasn’t going to let Ell look hotter than me right now……Did I just think that?

Besides, I have never worn a skirt, and that looks like fun! I justified to myself….even though it made no sense at all.

I walked over to the section where the skirts were hanging. There were so many different types and they all looked sexy in their own way. As I looked at various skirts, finally I decided on a mini skirt. It was pleated, but had a wide top with 4 buttons. It was also plaid in black, grey and white.

I always had had a fetish for the school girl look, and thought it would be fun to try the plaid mini with Mary Jane heels.

I walked over and placed the skirt next to the heels and panties on the bench, and thought for a moment. Hmmm a top…

Just then Ell came walking back into the room.

She saw me still dressed in the boy clothes and the small choices lying on the bench.

“Not ready yet!?......You are a GIRL!” She teased overstressing the world “girl”.

When Ell saw the 5 inch Mary Jane Heels and the plaid mini, she laughed and said “Ha! Never mind you are still a boy!”

She was smiling ear to ear as she said, “Ali- let me help you finish this outfit!”

She walked over to the tops and found a long sleeve lacy white dress shirt. She grabbed it and laid it down next to the rest of the clothing. Next she grabbed a white cami, and a bra that looked very padded. She looked into the hosiery section, smiled mischievously and grabbed out a pair of opaque knee high stockings.

“That should do it” She said as she laid the rest of the items on the bench. “Now Alan, I am going to show you how to put on a bra.”

I stood there stunned as she stripped off her tank top, and was wearing nothing but a push up bra.

She gracefully unhooked the back of her bra, and before I knew it I was staring at her naked breasts…. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, and also that she seemed so comfortable stripping down in front of me….. Once again I felt attraction mingled with jealousy as I stared at her perfect breasts……. To be continued