Vanessa flushed a little at Julian's words. And in Terry's body, it was far more noticeable than she was used to, her ability to shapeshift not covering it up. She glanced down, even if that was a rule she had told him not to break, but didn't falter. "I used to go out a lot," she said, and it wasn't a lie. She did give a little chuckle at Julian's hesitation. "It's all of the above," she admitted with a little shrug, "but it becomes easier than riding a bike with just a little practice." She hoped it was the same for guys, even if they didn't usually throw on a pair of heels. Maybe because Miss Frost could do it, it'd be easier for Julian?
The lack of confidence coming from Miss Frost's lips was... something else. She gave a nod and turned around, though the urge to peek was overwhelming. It wasn't that she wanted to see Julian struggle, but that she thought it was possible to store the image in mind and be a little less intimidated by Emma Frost. But she respected Julian's wishes. The sounds and Julian's rambling kept her entertained, at least. She chuckled, shaking her head. "You definitely don't look like a tranny, though," she assured him. She kept her back to him for, well, most of the time. After exclaiming he had to do the other one, she gave a little peek over her shoulder and almost lost it. She felt bad, but... at the same time, it had been a long while since she'd had such urges to laugh.
When Julian stood and starting grunting, Vanessa turned quickly, concerned. He was wobbling. "Julian! Easy, easy!" It was too late, though, and he was already falling. She reached out the moment the cry/command came through, but she missed him. Luckily, he had a bed to fall onto. She shook her head, walking forward to stand in front of him. The failing of grace in Emma's body was something to behold, but she really did want to help Julian. She reached out for his hands. "Well, you are trying to go from never having worn a heel in your life to trying to walk in those. Most wome--people, most people," she wasn't sure why she was trying to catch herself, and just wound up stuttering a bit, "go from flat to smaller, thicker heels and just work their way up. You get a better feel for the balance and all. Let me help you if you're going to just dive in, okay?" She took his hands - it was weird thinking of Julian, seeing the face of Emma Frost, and taking hands that were smaller and fairer than her own. She could imagine, very well, the feel of Julian's hands, however. She helped him hoist back onto his feet again. "I'm going to start with helping your standing balance, okay? Then we'll move on to walking."
She put a hand under his chin. "Remember to look forward, keep your chin up. A good center of balance goes from top to bottom. Back straight." She moved her hands down, put one hand on Julian's fur-covered shoulder and pressed the other against the small of his back, giving him that same small arch she'd shown him earlier. "Keep your shoulders back just a little, right here needs to stay steady." She moved one hand over his stomach. "Keep your stomach tight, it's your core for a reason. This is where a lot of your balance stems from." She then slowly knelt down, perched on her own heels. She had helped too many young prostitutes to feel awkward doing this demonstration, even for Julian, even for Julian in Emma's body. "Don't bend your knees like this, that's going to make your fall every time and walk like a dork. And you'll probably break something. You might want to put your hands on my shoulders when I straighten your knees out," she cautioned. "Once we do that, we'll just stand for a bit, okay? Get used to where the weight is now and your "new" height. Remember to balance right here." She tapped the shoe near the side of the ball of his foot. "Tip toes, remember." She looked up at him, smiling softly. "Got all that?"