“Oh I know aren’t they?” Lauren giggled, “I was just about to head into the dressing room and try them, but I have a handful of other things, why don’t you?”
“M-me? Oh I’m not sure, those really aren’t my type.” Isabelle smiled wearily. She was really shy, but god was she gorgeous.
“Oh come on Izzy, try em out, you’d look hot in them.” Lauren smiled handing you over to Isabelle.
“A-alright.”
Isabelle stepped into the dressing room and shut the door behind her. She turned around with a sigh and set you down on the floor.
“Well, might as well try you on.” Isabelle spoke, her voice seeming melancholy. You couldn’t understand why a girl like her would be sad. But the thought of her slipping her feet into you soon over shadowed anything else on your mind.
Isabelle sat down on the bench and reached down, unzipping both of your halves. She then lifted one of her and slid them inside, then did the same with her other. Isabelle didn’t zip you up though, she just leaned her feet side-to-side looking at them.
“They are pretty nice.” Isabelle smiled lightly, “But these really aren’t me…”
She obviously had some self-esteem issues. But before Isabelle could slip you off, you slid your zippers up and buckled your top.
“W-what the?” Isabelle gasped, frightened by your sudden movement. She grasped your zipper and tugged, but you kept it in place.
“Why won’t this unzip?” Isabelle said in a slight panic trying now just to yank you off her leg. Her toes wiggled about in your tip.
“Lets stand you up,” You think pulling Isabelle of the bench and to her feet. She stumbled somewhat but you helped keep her balance.
“Did these boots just stand me up?” You hear Isabelle say even more panicked then before.
Enjoying seeing her reaction to her new living boots, you take a few steps forcing Isabelle over to the mirror.
“S-stop it, someone help!” Isabelle cries. You don’t want anyone to ruin your fun but there isn’t much you can do being a pair of boots.
“Dammit cover your mouth!”
To Isabelle’s complete surprise, her hand lifts and covers her mouth up. She tries to remove it but can’t.
“Did I just do that?” You think to yourself. Know that you notice, you feel another part of your being inside Isabelle’s gloves. Being November out you hadn’t paid much attention but she was wearing leather gloves. And she never did take them off nor her leather coat.
“Hmm… lets try this.”
Isabelle’s other hand she was trying to use to pull the one covering her mouth suddenly jerks away and slides down and up her mini skirt, brushing across her crotch.
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