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I turned over with a massive headache, my mouth felt like sandpaper and the light coming through the widow was a dagger to my head. I sat up, my head pounding and struggled to get to the kitchen. Orange juice sounded good so I poured a glass and sat down trying to get my head together. Outside I heard Darren and Jake pull up, they came up to the door and knocked at the screen door.
¨Looking a little worse for wear?¨ Darren smiled and I wanted to melt his face with the pain in my head.
¨You said she was this bad after FOUR beers?¨ Jake asked laughing a little.
¨Leave her be, she took those beers like a champ!¨ Darren tried to defend me as he walked in and stood beside me. His boots were so loud on the floor it was throbbing in my head.
¨Finish up and come feed those cats, we would do it but they hate us!¨ I tried to find a way to hold myself up that didn´t hurt and gave a non-committal grunt. I got to my feet and started walking when Jake stopped me from walking outside barefoot.
¨Whoa, whoa there! You wanna have something between your feet and the ground out here. Your grandpa´s barn floor isn´t made for walkin´ barefoot.¨ I found a pair of my flip flops in the bedroom and came out cursing the sunlight on the grass and reflecting off the barn and their truck. I looked down feeling a little odd with each step like I was off balance. ´What the...¨ I thought squinting to see my feet. I could swear my toes and my heel were hanging over the ends of the flip flops until I opened my eyes a little wider and sure enough, I looked like my mom trying to wear my shoes.
¨You alright back there?¨ Darren asked as I waved to them standing at the barn door and tried to make sense of this which made my head hurt even more, and the gross sensation of my toes and heel on the barn floor wasn´t helping. Neither were the cats mewling for their food. After haphazardly dumping their food out for them I staggered back to the house when Darren called to me from the truck.
¨Some water´s the best thing for that hangover!¨ I winced at the noise and without looking back waved and muttered a thank you, I looked back and even from that distance I could see the outline of his hard on in his jeans. Such a waste I thought in my current pained state as went in and lay back down catching a glimpse of my feet at the end of the bed. They did seem bigger although in my pain made it hard to be as excited as I should have been. Soon my headache had subsided some and I lifted my feet my higher to look at them. After getting my grandpa´s tape measure lying on the nightstand I found they WERE bigger; my mind was a whirl thinking about getting taller then as this HAD to be a sign!
Think about it! No more shopping in the Big Girls section looking at clothes for kids half my age! I hoisted my legs in the air at looked at my feet over my head; flexing and pointing them posing imagining buying myself a whole new closet of shoes for school this fall. My toes were still too chubby but I wouldn´t have to wear some little girly girl frilly stuff again!
All of a sudden I got dizzy and thought I might puke so I dashed into my grandparents bathroom. Bending my stomach like that was a little more than I should have done. I sat and let the feeling pass then walked out and opened my grandma´s closet. I saw some photo old albums and picked them up. All sorts of old pictures made me laugh; I went to put them back and noticed a crate of old shoes. A pair of black Chanel heels caught my eye and I grabbed the box and admired the haul. From the pictures I knew my grandma was a stylish city gal before moving out with grandpa to take over the farm. I looked over the shoes that still looked like they were in good shape. I tried them on and they fit like a glove! I checked them out.
¨Size 8? Are these weird old timey sizes?¨ I asked to no one in particular and posed in front of the mirror in them. I took off my shirt and bra then stood in just my underwear thinking about walking up to Darren in these heels, wrapping my arms around him and having him sweep me up in his big strong arms to some hayloft and let him drill me until we passed out. I got little lost in my thoughts and wobbled so I took the shoes off. I wondered if I could take these in payment as I went to put them back and saw more boxes labeled ´Shoes´. Most of them were women´s plain dress shoes, must have been hard finding fancy stuff out here I guessed. Some of them looked to even had the toes worn out. I opened the next box and they were even bigger; I really hoped my grandpa wasn´t a cross dresser as I got overwhelmed by the smell of mothballs and the musty space.
I stood back up and got my bearings, posing again I admired my bare feet again. The pain in my head was relieved a bit by the burst of happiness. I noticed my nipples were standing erect and I rubbed one that sent a shiver down my spine. I looked around and didn´t totally feel right rubbing one out on my grandparent´s bed so I went to went downstairs to the couch and sat back slipping my hand under my underwear and made slow long touches along my pussy then going inside the just wet lips. I locked my knees out and got even wetter. Rubbing harder and longer I moved to my clit and flicked it thinking of Darren with nothing but a cowboy hat and his smile. I rubbed and harder and harder on my clit until it was almost raw then came. But instead of a great release my head hurt like never before!
¨OW!! OWW!!! OWW!!¨ I clenched my eyes closed, got up and walked to the kitchen dripping cum. I didn´t care with how much my head hurt I turned on the faucet and drank straight from the tap. I was standing and still needed to boost myself up a little to get to the faucet. It didn´t taste great but it wasn´t metallic or anything. And it felt good to have some good cold water. I couldn´t tell how much I drank but I sat back down in front of the TV and turned it on. I flipped a few channels and found a station playing old TV shows. I had to turn it down a bit when the announcer came on and almost screamed that ´Full House´ would be on for the next two hours.
¨Jeez, gotta get grandpa´s hearing checked!¨ I got up to take some aspirin and some more ice water then came back to a scene with all the girls in a shoe store. They were making fun of Michelle for her feet growing two sizes in the past year.
¨I feel your pain girly!¨ I wriggled my toes and admired my feet. I drifted in and out of paying attention as the urge to nap got stronger. The last thing I remember was Michelle dressed like a clown with her big feet flopping in front of her.
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