The eighth box was rather large also. Ripping it open, Brenda eyed an array of footwear. There was a pair of stiletto-heeled open-toe dress shoes, with five-inch heels and a glittering ankle strap. There was also a pair of black, patent leather platform shoes, with at least a four-inch rise and a ten-inch heel. Tucked into the bottom of the box was a pair of black latex boots with seven-inch stiletto heels.
“Choices,” Brenda exasperated, “I don’t have time for choices.” Brenda was not one who normally wore heels, so none of these seemed comfortable for her. If she had chosen the gown, the dress shoes would have been the only logical choice, but with this outfit, any of them would match. Not knowing why, Brenda grabbed the boots, throwing them on the floor by her feet. She wriggled each foot into the boots, fighting against the tremors exploding inside her, thanks to the colliding eggs. The boots came up to just below her quivering knees. Brenda quickly cinched up the sides, tying the black cord off so that the boots fit snugly. She stood on wavering legs, balancing on her toes as the camcorder recorded the image of the sultry, yet slutty, Brenda standing in the mirror. Brenda thought she heard a car outside, and cursed herself, still having one more box to open.
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