"Jeeze Nessa, you're like a pro..." Julian crossed his arms, inadvertently accentuating his chest as he observed her take a few steps to demonstrate. He slowly lifted a hand to cover his gaping mouth, gently wrapping his fingers around his jaw as he observed. Vanessa was talking but he wasn't listening, he couldn't hear any words, just a murmurer of sounds and the tone of her voice. It may have been Terry's voice, but Julian recognized the way Vanessa stressed certain syllables, how she formed her sentences, and brought the words to her lips. Her fluid movements and gestures were all encompassed by an aura of sexiness that he couldn't explain either, and not that Terry wasn't hot, but she didn't move like Nessa did. He noticed how parts of her body tightened to hold her new posture while she wore heels, eyes locked on her her elongated legs as she took a step towards him... she turned, unwittingly showing him the arch in her back... swell of her chest... He closing his eyes in a blink that seemed to take forever... and all he could visualize in his mind was Vanessa. "T-That's so much to remember, and it looks so difficult. And painful." And sexy. Julian rubbed his chin in consideration, letting out a shaky sigh.
"Me?" he pointed to himself suddenly in disbelief, forgetting he was in the body of Ms. Frost. He was really into the demonstration, and nearly forgot why he came here in the first place. "Alright... Okay... But don't... don't watch me." Julian took the white boot off the bed and unzipped the side, his face was already flushing at the thought of putting this thing on. He kicked his sneaker off and realized... that he probably couldn't wear these with socks. "I can't... do this." He looked up at Vanessa helplessly. "I ..." He sighed, "...Okay, but I'm serious, don't look at me." He didn't want her to watch him struggling with women's shoes like a fool. "I feel like a tranny right now." He said after he wedged his foot in, and started doing up the long leather boot until the zipper stopped at his knee. "This doesn't feel right." He stretched his leg out, keeping his hands on his knees. "Don't turn around-!" He warned her, "I have to do the other one."
"I feel gay." Julian spoke after the second zipper broke the silence of the room. He pushed himself up, but of course he missed the bit about focusing most of his weight onto the ball of his foot and- "Hrrgnn-! Urkkk!" His knees started wobbling, arms flying out to grab onto anything to steady himself. "Help me!" In Frost's voice, it sounded more like a sharp demand than a cry for assistance. He was going down! His knee gave out and he placed both palms on the bed, butt jutting out to offset the shift in weight. "Fail."