Stiletto stories.

When Pia is not jogging, or writing crazy stuff in her diaries or furiously typing theories about 'Life', she likes to put up her feet in those polkas dotted pajamas. Her hands firmly clutching the pillow, with fingers tapping it. She spent the next 10 minutes gaping at the box on her bed.

 

There was one thing she was very clear now. Window-shopping with loads of money can be dangerous. In fact, very dangerous.

 

The culprit, sat neatly packed in polished jute bag on her bed. Purple stilettos. The 3500-buck sexy monster had shown serious repercussions on their dating budget. Pizza's had to be trimmed from large to medium ones. Slumdog had to be seen from economy seats with ordinary salted pop-corns. Frappe's were replaced by lemon-iced-teas.

 

But of course, stilettos are stilettos. What Pia, felt being four and half inches above the heels is like the ecstasy of warm chocolates melting. She had never felt more feminine than this. Everything had a hint of pink & purple. She loved it all. Those humble posterior swings, and the way her body responded to those stilettos. She found herself moving so gracefully and watching her casual pony tail turn into wavy curls. Sport tees, started giving way to laced-puffed-sleeves and halter-tops.

 

Then Pia had one last look at her old sneakers. They looked so ugly, exactly like unwanted reference books in her university library.

 

She typed this sms to him, while still looking at the mirror.

"Rmbr to shave & put on your formal shoes.

I don't want you to look shorter :) "