"Don't..." But it was too late. Fred had already gotten not only the shopkeeper's attention, but several of the other patrons were looking at them curiously. Hayden waved at them, smiling despite his embarrassment. "Yep, that's me. High heel boy."
It was nice hanging out with Fred and being normal together again. He'd missed that and her. And he was glad she wasn't throwing hallucinations at him that, to this day, still gave him nightmares.
Once they had a good selection of styles and colors of heels in different heights, Hayden kicked his own shoes off and pulled on the little nylon booty. "You're going to be so jealous of how good I look in heels." Hayden informed Fred.
The first pair was a classic bright red pumps with straps that wrapped up the ankle and tied in the back. Hayden got his foot inside the left shoe and fumbled with the ties. "How the fuck... This makes no sense."