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Having been friends with Sam for years, it came as a surprise to Bailey when she discovered he was a drag queen. Sure, she knew that he often toated the line between being masculine and feminine, with more of a preference towards the masc, but seeing him fully dragged out was quite a shock.
Still, it made no difference to her with how he presented, at least until today. A couple of months ago the two decided to move together, which ultimately helped out on two fronts. The first was that by living together, they didn’t have to spend as much on their house's utilities, having split it fifty-fifty.
The other front was that the two would always help each other when need be. Whether that be by helping them at college, work, or covering payments, both were willing to come in handy as such Bailey was more than willing to assist her friend. Due to the two living together, it was quite common for Sam to inform her of his drag shows.
Partly because she wanted her to come to them and he didn’t want to scare her when he came home late. Today was such a night, with him already starting the process of putting on his makeup and the like. He had everything he needed for the show, at least he thought so.
Being quite an organized person, the way he put on his outfit was quite regimented. First his makeup, it always took the longest, then his occasional neckwear, his corset, fishnets, and heels. Everything was going according to plan up until it was time to put on his footwear.
It wasn’t that uncommon for him to order specific articles of clothing for his shows, and this outfit was no different. This time around he specifically ordered a new, sexy, pair of heels, a pair that had yet to be delivered. With only an hour left until the show, he couldn’t afford to wait and see if they’d come.
Thinking fast he remembered that Bailey was home. Thanks to them being quite close it was no stranger for the two friends to randomly barge into each other’s rooms, like Sam did know. With no direct confirmation from him, she knew that something was wrong. Like clockwork, he confirmed her suspicions by using the TFapp on her.
The two of them had experimented with it before, but normally with each other’s consent, unlike now. Although, she wasn’t all that mad at him for it. Rarely showing it, she had quite a crush on him, though never acted on it. Without some much as a thank you, Sam quickly grabbed his transformed friend and brought her back to his room.
Despite being transformed she couldn’t tell what she had become, at least not yet. Placing her onto the floor, he quickly unzipped one of her halves and stuck his foot inside her. As his fishnet-covered toes stalled on her insole she realized what she had become, a pair of high-heeled boots.
Barely having time to process anything, that half of her was quickly zipped back up as Sam repeated the process with her other half. With no time to waste, he quickly put on his dress and left with his other friend who was coming to the show. While in the car he silently apologized to Bailey before running through his lines for tonight’s show.
She was still gagged, partly due to the rudeness of everything but also with having his fishnet-covered feet jammed into her bodies. Sure, she had been his clothes before but never his footwear. Still, like the other times she had been transformed, this was somewhat enjoyable.
If not because of all the tastes and smells involved but of his forcefulness. The acrid taste of his foot sweat was disgusting but how carelessly he was treating her was hot, just as she was becoming. The longer she was worn, the more heat was produced by her friend’s soles.
Soon enough her insides were to become a sauna, a mix of salty footsweat, foot funk, and male feet. Despite all the nastiness this night was going to be enjoyable. She was going to suck all this up and be a good pair of heels for him. Now all that she had to do was support him tonight, and to see if this long-term exposure to his feet would imprint a foot fetish in her.
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