<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:49:39.160-07:00</updated><category term='High heels for men'/><category term='High heels for man'/><title type='text'>Mister D's high heels experiences</title><subtitle type='html'>A man's trip into the world of high heel stiletto shoes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-3758250314786341229</id><published>2009-09-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:39:33.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cuban" heels</title><content type='html'>I just went out to do some shopping and didn't resist to buy a pair of new heels.&lt;p&gt;Today I "cracked" for a pair of  "Cuban" heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLhvKdBPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UmvCe5vl0qQ/s400/cuban2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943948001871090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLhD9B5mI/AAAAAAAAAYY/X0IwbWjRfDQ/s400/cuban1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943936402843234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLiBlci7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kdMquASSNI0/s400/cuban3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943952946924466" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJL9naK4iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/10tnwlj3yhc/s400/cuban8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377944426956644898" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJL9LsIneI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W3cffEmeRQ0/s400/cuban6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377944419515801058" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJL9VLN1dI/AAAAAAAAAZI/sHmA4TpC1SE/s400/cuban7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377944422062085586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's really a joy to walk on those and the feeling of the leather is awesome! It'll go very well with a pair of slim jeans (which will be my next acquisition...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLil9DBwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0OZGvdH39Ok/s400/cuban5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943962709591810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLiWbZa6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/sF-WdUoPjEc/s400/cuban4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943958541921186" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went out wearing those with "baggy" jeans, as only the tip of the shoe appears. I walked on mostly deserted places and walked so not to cross anybody, still fearful of them noticing my footwear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I need to find someone living in France who has the same passion for heels and walk together with that person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-3758250314786341229?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/3758250314786341229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuban-heels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/3758250314786341229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/3758250314786341229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuban-heels.html' title='&quot;Cuban&quot; heels'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SqJLhvKdBPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UmvCe5vl0qQ/s72-c/cuban2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-2593210309297681224</id><published>2009-08-30T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:04:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new signature for Elise sutton's forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I have decided to join Elise Sutton's French website and here's my signature:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SppAQtNCZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LfBmOyGzRSM/s400/signature1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375679760976472002" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I'm separated and divorcing, I hope to find a partner with whom to live this passion for high heel shoes and feminisation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you happen to read these pages and are looking for a husband to feminize, please drop me a line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-2593210309297681224?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/2593210309297681224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-signature-for-elise-suttons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/2593210309297681224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/2593210309297681224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-signature-for-elise-suttons.html' title='My new signature for Elise sutton&apos;s forum'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SppAQtNCZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LfBmOyGzRSM/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-6095194446224803634</id><published>2009-07-02T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:25:37.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Platform shoes</title><content type='html'>Ok, these are not exactly my favourite type of heels but I've cracked for them on my last visit to the mall:&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Skzao1FO4uI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Efa9F0idAgA/s400/Photo027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894452015325922" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are the usual 4" high and they are very confortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzbCjebf8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/cMf0WC4wUtA/s400/020709_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894893965770690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzbxjMy7MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5DW7jWir-6A/s400/020709_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895701345660098" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are made of genuine leather and can easily be worn hidden under the jeans, on most public places:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzbYmeiYII/AAAAAAAAAWw/5z-UdLBe240/s400/020709_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895272728649858" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzbgBfvskI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h03HJyaYhnc/s400/020709_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895400240558658" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, I still don't dare to go into crowded places wearing feminine shoes but that will come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are very practical to drive - its only a matter of adjusting your seat's distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Skzb_B-_jfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3yKMb1NptxM/s400/020709_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895932947566066" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really think that they look great - especially if viewed from the front. Here's a couple of pics, so that you can judge by yourself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzcWg6IG_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jN5eZg12tDw/s400/020709_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896336385645554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzcdN-xnxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mrrnxohuiy4/s400/020709_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353896451563953938" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll definately be wearing this shoes often this summer - yet not with shorts! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The sole is made from a composite material and it's very silent to walk with these sandals, as there isn't the usual "click clack" sound of the spiky heels, which I use most often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really love them and here's a small selection of photos of mee wearing those sandals:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Skzd7a000YI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2PlOPM4WhUQ/s400/020709_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898069919584642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzeFqF_cjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/wZn_B1yAYuY/s400/020709_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898245816807986" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzeNdOYvMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/27p7TBe0UVk/s400/020709_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898379801312450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Very cute, aren't they? Here's a couple more of pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzeZPL9NpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Rwcleem0GOA/s400/020709_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898582191453842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzenM0MPLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Aq1Rv1QMUro/s400/Photo026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898822073072818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that they are rather classy, aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm currently considering buying these shoes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkzfQwiAcWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/tu5RZYYe4ZQ/s400/laredoute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353899536035115362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Very cool, aren't they? Even if I prefer spiky heels, I'm very tempted to buy those.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's wait and see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-6095194446224803634?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/6095194446224803634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/07/platform-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6095194446224803634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6095194446224803634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/07/platform-shoes.html' title='Platform shoes'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Skzao1FO4uI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Efa9F0idAgA/s72-c/Photo027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-3726548820384808213</id><published>2009-07-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:10:37.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eternal gladiator sandals...</title><content type='html'>Ah, the eternal gladiator sandals... love them since I was a young kid - even if they were meant for girls.&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkumIJ-UGgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9jECzWW66C8/s400/Photo043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555241106414082" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, I refuse to accept that sexist view and even if they are not heels, I can't resist wearing them this summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkumMR5X4JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QhAXolpp8xw/s400/Photo044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555311952650386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a couple of pics of my gladiator sandals (spartiates - as they called them here in France...) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkumQqOpumI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ic1F0nMmzac/s400/Photo045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555387203828322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkumT5xrvaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fobIuvXReqE/s400/Photo046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555442916900258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm, theya re so cute, aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-3726548820384808213?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/3726548820384808213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/07/eternal-gladiator-sandals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/3726548820384808213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/3726548820384808213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/07/eternal-gladiator-sandals.html' title='The eternal gladiator sandals...'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkumIJ-UGgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9jECzWW66C8/s72-c/Photo043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-131365935652408917</id><published>2009-06-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:06:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoeformers, more than meets the eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Heel or not to heel, that is the question!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNx5jNpxzI/AAAAAAAAATo/xRzs082w0OI/s1600-h/that_is_the_question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNx5jNpxzI/AAAAAAAAATo/xRzs082w0OI/s400/that_is_the_question.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246015765268274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello! It has been quite a while since I last wrote my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't think that I have quit wearing high heel shoes - it's just that I haven't had many opportunities to do it as I'd like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I have been thinking of a way to wear high heel styletto shoes in public, without calling unecessary attention. I think I've found the perfect way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNymZjqUxI/AAAAAAAAATw/z--ifsAXqmE/s400/shoe_in_desguise3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246786267337490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the above pic you will see what happens if you put a styletto high heel pump inside a snicker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not bad, huh?!? This is what it looks like when walking outside:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNzBLkc3LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JyMRiwI4mno/s400/outside1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351247246369021106" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obviously, the first thing to do was to make sure that the shoe is invisible and well hidden by the pants. As you can see by the pick below, it does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNzIxlvERI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yKMhdexak3Q/s400/before-leaving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351247376834040082" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can even drive with this system!... and if the cops look through the window, they shouldn't see your lovely shoes worn in disguise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNzfkz6y1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/s8bTtzsiWq8/s400/driving1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351247768540859218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had some shopping to do so I went to the local mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNz5kVqz1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/t2ijEqAV5ns/s400/the_mall_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351248215090581330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obviously the heart starts beating faster when you put your first step outside...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN0J_MEIGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/exJz7jHGjDE/s400/foot_out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351248497175961698" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was OK and nobody seemed to look at the way I walked - I feared walking strangely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I went through the different areas doing my shopping... in high heels! Even if they were hidden...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN0fah9III/AAAAAAAAAUg/TiFK2I15IJQ/s400/the_mall_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351248865292787842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a great sensation and I just wished that I could do my shopping normally with my heels unhidden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After my shopping, I went for some sightseeing around my area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN038kumaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rMPA-RXloME/s400/promenade2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249286748084642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What I was really looking for was for a deserted place to remove the snickers and walk on heels. I've opted for this place:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN1HnennGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UjdIbgYY3i8/s400/promenade1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249555963223138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, it was more or less deserted. Yet often, turists came and left, so it was impossible to "heel" as descretely as I'd like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN1W45qOkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ak69mk5V9qc/s400/promenade3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249818338081346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh my God! How'd I'd love to remove these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN1jTrjL_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/pPP4iMB_SRY/s400/shoe_in_desguise1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351250031685087218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN1qINXR6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zOZUFLGjeZE/s400/shoe_in_desguise2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351250148864772002" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And walk with these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN15PDBWHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Ug_AYYvWvE/s400/Photo023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351250408398477426" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, one of these days I'm going to explode and dare walking into a public and crowed place wearing my high heels!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkN2IHAB1UI/AAAAAAAAAVY/I9RtKW-PH9M/s400/that_is_the_question.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351250663936480578" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alternatively, I will find a man or a woman who loves and indulges this lifestyle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-131365935652408917?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/131365935652408917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoeformers-more-than-meets-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/131365935652408917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/131365935652408917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoeformers-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='Shoeformers, more than meets the eye...'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SkNx5jNpxzI/AAAAAAAAATo/xRzs082w0OI/s72-c/that_is_the_question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-6067660157210279799</id><published>2009-04-28T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:51:38.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can High Heels and chains go together?</title><content type='html'>Definately yes!&lt;p&gt;Today I was sitting on my desktop computer working on a project, when I was suddenly filled with inspiration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbrqxfpTuI/AAAAAAAAASg/QnT9erwS7mE/s400/highheel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706329112661730" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I definately wanted to do something with heeling. I decided to keep my "usual" 4" heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Sfbr3w5ElyI/AAAAAAAAASo/EL3zbCmnvaM/s400/highheel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706552289171234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was in an "SM" mood and I just wanted to make some pics with chains and handcuffs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's the result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbsK9jqj7I/AAAAAAAAASw/Z1ChhRKTmq0/s400/chaines8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706882106560434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, that looks exciting but no big deal! I've decided to try other angles:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbsZsdL1fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PX1b9eeREYk/s400/chaines7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707135214015986" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Better, isn't it?!? I've decided to try it from a few other different angles:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbspzPeAYI/AAAAAAAAATA/KpDGtvs9rQE/s400/chaines5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707411913441666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Sfbsw2lBc7I/AAAAAAAAATI/n6PGy1YswZY/s400/chaines6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707533068235698" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I definately find it very exciting, this heels and chains stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've decided to try leatehr handcuffs now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbtG5arguI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PoykW9vfGA0/s400/chaines4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707911787283170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbtQthaWaI/AAAAAAAAATY/1koPXI7w1FE/s400/chaines2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708080392984994" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that one is so hot, isn't it?!? Here's the same leather cuffs but viewed from a different angle:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbtdHL_0xI/AAAAAAAAATg/CZKp_qPKyP8/s400/chaines3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708293440918290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that picture puts the heels more in value, doesn't it?;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I'll be out heeling today, but not with the chains! I'll keep that for "indoor" activities! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-6067660157210279799?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/6067660157210279799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-high-heels-and-chains-go-together.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6067660157210279799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6067660157210279799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-high-heels-and-chains-go-together.html' title='Can High Heels and chains go together?'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SfbrqxfpTuI/AAAAAAAAASg/QnT9erwS7mE/s72-c/highheel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-293848545773151567</id><published>2009-03-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:48:57.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeling outside the house is becoming regular</title><content type='html'>Today it was rather rainy but not too much, ideal for a walk outside on a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, rain is one of discretion's most precious allies, as there are less people walking on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu-OJJFqwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RYQ9Pm0hCqY/s400/SP_A0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317552935222487810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes! It is a joy to be able to leave your house with your heels on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you know, I have an ongoing bet with my wife, to walk one hour with at least 4" high styletto heels.&lt;br /&gt;If you read my previous posts, you also know that I got my hands into a very nice pair of Morgan 5" boots, which a friend on high heel palace calls "Killer Boots".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a couple of pics of those 5" boots to refresh your memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu8bB25x2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ee0JK7J1H6o/s400/SP_A0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317550957582206818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu8fI3CkzI/AAAAAAAAARY/R0Prn2MQJ3Q/s400/SP_A0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317551028181308210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, they are as high as they look!!! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went to a quiet place, as I am very lucky to live near the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu8zsdrvhI/AAAAAAAAARg/XQ1UO6NyrYU/s400/SP_A0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317551381336014354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's this great sidewalk that goes along the beach and the cliffs. It's paved so it's excellent for the heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu9FxGJZ_I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZGiL82fn0Zw/s400/SP_A0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317551691817117682" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu9N06NSvI/AAAAAAAAARw/h9Pgfq-o2Jo/s400/SP_A0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317551830279736050" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The ground was wet but there was actually very little rain (only a few drops). So I went outside the car "for a little walk".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu-YLCyDYI/AAAAAAAAASA/eVk6xz82Ao4/s400/SP_A0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317553107531599234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The pants cover practically all of the boots and maybe even the heel, when walking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu-5GIIq4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/6q_VLDZG9m0/s400/SP_A0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317553673147558786" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't resisted making a picture of this "extra-vehicular" sortie, so I just placed my left foot over one of those park benches and took a pic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu-n62aazI/AAAAAAAAASI/tsIPSFIX1YQ/s400/SP_A0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317553378062658354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I know! It would be better to show those heels permanently but I'm not ready for that yet! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that time will come soon! Perhaps even share a walk in heels with my wife or somebody else. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't see or crossed anybody during this short walk - which was of course - a relief.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to return to the car and take the heels out. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu_zrvlXfI/AAAAAAAAASY/EDRKOfPm840/s400/SP_A0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317554679677541874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not worrying much, as I have scheduleld the same plan for tomorrow! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon for more pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-293848545773151567?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/293848545773151567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/heeling-outside-house-is-becoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/293848545773151567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/293848545773151567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/heeling-outside-house-is-becoming.html' title='Heeling outside the house is becoming regular'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/Scu-OJJFqwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RYQ9Pm0hCqY/s72-c/SP_A0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-7196096187813150183</id><published>2009-03-19T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:06:12.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite look</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is how I'd love to dress myself if I could:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 745px; height: 1000px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b183/susie_bubble/Style%20Bubble/vogboys10.jpg?t=1237485677" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just think that it would be awesome if I could walk on the streets dressed like that. :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-7196096187813150183?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/7196096187813150183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-look.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/7196096187813150183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/7196096187813150183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-look.html' title='My Favorite look'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-7537526458736551579</id><published>2009-03-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:59:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dangerous bet</title><content type='html'>One of these days I told my wife how lucky she is to be "socially allowed" to wear high heel shoes.I've told her that if they were "available" for men, I'd wear them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She defied me to walk one hour with high heel shoes (she doesn't know that I already wear them in secret... at least I think that she doesn't!) and to make at least the same time (measured with a stopwatch...) as herself, to cross the most important street of a nearby city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I succeed, she will offer my a pair of high heel shoes! I've accepted the challenge and am free to choose the day and hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd love to do this with my new 5" boots, as my wife doesn't wear anything higher than 4". Here's a pic of the boots:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKHm3umm8I/AAAAAAAAARA/5E7d5NzhLbA/s400/5inchboots1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314959612114803650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKH0Cx9BMI/AAAAAAAAARI/LUirM1GImLE/s400/5inchboots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314959838419944642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They are from "Morgan" and they are really higher than what they look.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like walking on your tip toes! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Yet the feeling is great and I'd really like to be able to "race my wife" with these one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-7537526458736551579?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/7537526458736551579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangerous-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/7537526458736551579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/7537526458736551579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangerous-bet.html' title='A dangerous bet'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKHm3umm8I/AAAAAAAAARA/5E7d5NzhLbA/s72-c/5inchboots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-992736806176936495</id><published>2009-03-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:51:06.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally happened!</title><content type='html'>I got the courage to go heeling on a more public place.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not yet on the main avenue but slowly and surely I'm making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took my four inch stiletto boots out for today's exercise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKBkuPe4tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9WEJ7sMTsmY/s400/bottes5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314952978138850002" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yet I got on a pair of jeans that is more longer than that, as it actually fully covers the heels, even when walking. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went to a sort of promenade near a port, where the view is nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKB8NXVIfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DdjiXDtsi1c/s400/190309_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953381630255602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well the tide was down but it was a nice sun shinny day, ideal for a walk in heels. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For the first time in my life, I checked if the neighbours were around and as they weren't, I got lucky enought o walk out of my house in heels! :-D.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience and it felt really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got in the car and went for a twenty minute drive, heels on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKCb-xDvLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-7zYeXlaM_A/s400/190309_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953927467449522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, the shoes are "pointy" but if you drive carefully on the tip of your toes, no sweat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKC73ihgDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dE8fBkuaDXM/s400/190301_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314954475283251250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I confirm that it's an awesome feeling to drive on high heel stiletto foortwear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I arrived to my destination, it was time to get out of the car. I must admit that I felt a certain hesitation. Yet I've noticed before going out of the house that the jeans really covered all of the heels so I took a deep breath and went outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKEEuK4HLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/v3S_1pMPXrI/s400/190309_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955726898601138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was actually hoping to go as far as I could from the car, so I actually got out and locked the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKEUjHHb1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/UZWh_Upd810/s400/190309_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955998807945042" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you can see by the above pic, the pants hide almost all of the shoe, which may pass as a sort of "cowboy boot" or any other weirded pointed footwear for me, if I walk correctly and normally and unless the observer really pay attention to my feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is how far I went from my car:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKEy2LrlVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Y1mUD_gsDEw/s400/190309_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314956519323440466" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, it doesn't sound like its much but it wasn't bad for a start. Let me tell you that lots of cars and trucks passed by and only one slowed down and even stoped. I think that one did notice my footwear. I felt a little embarassed but tryed to look "casual" just as if I was just enjoying the sights, pretending to take some pictures with mymobile phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That car drove on slowly and parked just in front of mine. It was then that I decided to move closer to my car. You never know what's on people's minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKFfLqTRVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDT8cL11DJw/s400/190309_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957281003259218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my greatest regret it was time to get back to the car and drive away. It was time to take  alook again at these lovely boots, before driving away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKFu4UtLkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/d4LdJvx3C2k/s400/190309_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957550690315842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to try the same experience tomorrow. I'm really "dying" to wear high heel stiletto shoes more regularly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-992736806176936495?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/992736806176936495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/992736806176936495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/992736806176936495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened!'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/ScKBkuPe4tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9WEJ7sMTsmY/s72-c/bottes5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-2365059796624383040</id><published>2009-02-26T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:43:51.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost made it outside the house</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, I've continued to wear high heels on my lunch breaks. However, I feel the need to "export" this practice as often as I can and integrate that style of footwear, gradually and as often as possible.&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabRjoAccPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vqN1bu2m60I/s400/escarpin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159620867617010" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that today would be the day to go out wearing heels outside the house. I intended to profite from having my afternoon off to "heel" outside the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've selected something casual and "unisex" like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabRrIJkuuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XHA0PRNSIzo/s400/sandalias1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159749754927842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well I thought that these sandals didn't look too bad with a pair of "normal cut" jeans for men, otherwhise I'd have tried with my pair of "boot cut" jeans. I think the "normal cut" looks great with heels as well, as you can see by the pic below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabR8XUY_zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iPiIqttcb64/s400/sandalias2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307160045884604210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are the sandals in the picture:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabS5HO3WfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/igWZxzqHMFQ/s400/sandales2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161089538480626" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabS16yW9SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XLJ5prb3Fmw/s400/sandales1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161034658084130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, they look so cute, don't they? Yet it is winter so I had better take out something "warmer".&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try these shoes with the "normal cut" jeans to see how it would look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabTYi6SmGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zKUguFxMGtY/s400/chaussures2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307161629544323170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, they are only 3" (7 cm) high and don't have a spiky heel. Yet, for some strange reason I find them cute! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here's what they look like when worn with the jeans:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabTuuIQqrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qdJ6EG2TwSI/s400/sapatos1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307162010512829106" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabT2X7xl2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TO4SokZVN2M/s400/sapatos2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307162141993834338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They look awesome, don't they? To go back to our story, I had decided to make my first sortie on a less deserted place wearing high heel shoes today. Unfortunately I've kept running into known people, everywhere I went. It was almost as people had decided to go to these places where they generally don't go or where you don't expect to find them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just a temporary delay and I will go out wearing my 4" (10 cm) stilettos one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-2365059796624383040?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/2365059796624383040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-made-it-outside-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/2365059796624383040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/2365059796624383040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-made-it-outside-house.html' title='Almost made it outside the house'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SabRjoAccPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vqN1bu2m60I/s72-c/escarpin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-4672550778401191930</id><published>2009-02-19T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:30:32.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High heels for men'/><title type='text'>Heeling continues mostly during lunch break...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wanted to try out these 4" black velvet, metal spike heeled boots:&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0fUMkYQjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Cyhl0iCKv90/s400/blackboots1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430367943967282" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With this tought in mind, I've hidden them inside my work backpack, only to put them on during my lunch break. They don't look bad, even if my work uniform doesn't really match the classy style of the boots:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0f0wKTYrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aRh8u8-tWKc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430927254086322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0f4lLrm6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/AFEP9zAyZWE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430993026554786" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0f7e3gKqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/i0G_3MQG158/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431042870913698" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the other hand, they are quite warm - which is a good quality during this cold winter season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This said, it was time for the usual "extra-vehicular exit":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0gadUcksI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cydk29zvzMg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431575031386818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Again, I was happy to find out that the pants fully covered the heel and only the pointed tips of the shoe are visible, except when I walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I must say that I am used to wear 4" spiky heels but these boots were just painful to walk in, even for a few meters. Quite unstable but pretty much painful to walk in. I've returned to my truck's cabin, quite disapointed with the boots yet happy for another exterior walk on heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day saw the return of the 4" blck stilettos with the ankle strap. Those are very confortable and a joy to walk and wear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0hRkp-NbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/USdLI2AGdKY/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432521893524914" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So driving resumed with them on and they never seem to surprise me by the high level of control you can have on the pedals. In fact, you can dose your speed and brakes with a higher degree of precision than with the normal steel-tod security boots.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the thought of wearing them makes me twice more safe when driving, as I have to pay twice the attention to avoid any mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0hz1nuH4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/GwieKZjtTUk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433110563037058" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lunch break came and it was time again to wear those heels, this time outside the "safety" of my truck. As usual, I've practiced my "water torture", drinking lots of water to force myself peeing with the heels on. I know that this sounds "weird" but the basic idea is to force myself to wear heels in the outside world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've opened the "hatch" and stepped outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0iiI-GzmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/erCVhPEsmJg/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433906031185506" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0ilJcC1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZW_V85DHDxU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433957696361826" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0in7o0J_I/AAAAAAAAANA/8AKYTxMEt8U/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304434005531437042" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am begginning to worry less and less about what other people think. I think that people on the passing cars might have noticed the heels or the "white flesh", contrasting with the dark color of my shoes and pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yet I don't care. I just went outside, my heart beatting faster as usual and "took a walk on the wild side".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really love these shoes which were marketed by "&lt;a href="http://www.laredoute.fr/"&gt;La Redoute&lt;/a&gt;" in France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A car had parked not very far from my truck so I decided to climb back into my truck's cabin, before the person or persons inside that car could have a "clear line of sight" to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;It had started raining anyway, so I've decided to enjoy my lunch, thinking about the "traditional trashbin challenge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0j9gA6qmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oF3IiaJe-bk/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304435475585084002" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, after lunch, it was time to take "this"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0kKDUXuKI/AAAAAAAAANY/xVPvlab198U/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304435691220351138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;... and put it inside something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0kWlHS3_I/AAAAAAAAANg/lR3Yw5KrMDA/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304435906450743282" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For the good of our planet and for my pleasure wearing heels, this was once again; mission accomplished!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0kz_K4AgI/AAAAAAAAANo/DjQ6R-92ung/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304436411661287938" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know that this sounds so "childish" but I think it is already a great challenge going outside the secrecy of my house wearing high heels. These "stupid" but simple exercises have helped me gaining confidence wearing heels outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;I still had a few moments more to enjoy my heels, before returning to work, so I've climbed back inside the cabin:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0lPl6_idI/AAAAAAAAANw/nIKRJHYJ3S0/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304436885920123346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0ltXkxLMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IWcGCCDGrcM/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304437397464886466" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0lcBLsD_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/YFvqS4OfTXk/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304437099396337650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0lj1GK-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ja3mVOpUyds/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304437233590925714" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately this story ends like all previous ones: at a given point I have to take the shoes off, either to unload my truck or at the end of the day, when returning to the depot, so that my co-workers don't notice it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0mKjRP5PI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gbpqZ1G6quY/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304437898820445426" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While I will continue these "sorties" outside the truck, the enxt step will surely be to go outside on a more public place.&lt;br /&gt;This could be on my next trip to the gas station for refuel or even for a walk in a less deserted place.&lt;br /&gt;At some time, I'd like to help my wife overcome her "social brainwash", as men who wear heels and other stuff aren't necesarily gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's my "two cents"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-4672550778401191930?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/4672550778401191930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeling-continues-mostly-during-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/4672550778401191930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/4672550778401191930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeling-continues-mostly-during-lunch.html' title='Heeling continues mostly during lunch break...'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZ0fUMkYQjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Cyhl0iCKv90/s72-c/blackboots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-1370801104985338898</id><published>2009-02-14T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:56:32.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High heels for man'/><title type='text'>"Heeling" outside the house continues</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never below 4" and always spiky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;p&gt;It has been a long time since I've last posted on my blog - and I missed that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've been a way on a school ski trip as an accompanying parent. I took the high heel shoes with me but had no occasion to wear them, most unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;While at home, I kept wearing my heels whenever alone in the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZae_9Lf3iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dMLl-GW-l88/s400/boots3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302600432867073570" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZafLeebnXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7F4XnN7oITY/s400/boots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302600630783417714" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They just look great with the bootcut jeans, don't they?!? The jeans practically cover the heel, as you can see by the pic below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZafv_37PNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GNE1zf6LMaQ/s400/boots1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601258224008402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that I will try to "pull this off in public", shortly... I'll keep you posted about that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My pleasure in wearing high heels is increasing with each passing day and I just can't live without wearing them everyday, even if for just a few minutes. Now that I am back to work, I'll "log" some "heel hours" outside. Let me tell you what I did yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke like usual at six AM and prepared breakfast, while dressing up my work uniform. Even in those early hours of the morning, I knew that I was going to "heel" today. I had to and I wanted to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just grabbed my favourite pair of 4" stiletto pumps, which by now you know well:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZajlvQE6hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g-9im1bmebw/s400/laredoute2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302605480009722386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've packed the pair on a discrete plastic bag and placed it inside my work backpack with lunch and a few other accessories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I left the house it was still night. I've walked to my car which is parked about 4 meters away from my doorstep. I've placed my backpack on the trunk and started the engine.&lt;br /&gt;It's a twenty minute drive to the truck depot from where I live. I've considered quickly putting them on, just for the twenty minute drive but quickly discarded the idea for practical reasons (having to take the shoes off in such a short period of time...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I've got to work, loaded my truck and left the depot. There is a parking place on the first kilometers and I parked there. I've opened my backpack and took the plastic bag with the shoes out.&lt;br /&gt;I had to put them on quickly as the cargo that I was carrying was very attended, so I couldn't afford loosing too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZamNNNnYYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Im5EvGVzqVo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608357090615682" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, this "had to happen" and I was very happy to be temporarily released of my work boots:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZan-0jD5YI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8fHN07sD1S0/s400/workbootsout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610308974765442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;... and very happy to have these in:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaoM2xsZOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c6AsPBB3QQo/s400/shoeson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610550091179234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was I, "on the road again", wearing my 4" spiked heel shoes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaogDHNDoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1shCgdGEsn0/s400/ontheroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610879820140162" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As trucks here in Europe are limited to 90 km/h (about 50 Mph), a truck's maximum speed is often from 83 to 93 Km/h, so overtaking another truck can be quite a long moment, as you might have noticed when you drive your car in this sort of road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The feel of the heel on the pedals is great and offers a lot more precison and control than the work boots. In fact, I can be more precise and soft with my heels on when using the brakes then with the work boots. Not to mention that the heels really look cute on the pedals, don't they? ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZapWpy8X3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aq7GECRFhaQ/s400/pedals1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302611817917079410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZapZxav9UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1MhYKOK3fxs/s1600-h/pedals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZapZxav9UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1MhYKOK3fxs/s400/pedals2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302611871502693698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even the clutch (left pedal) can be use with more effectiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now about that red truck in front of me, I kept overtaking him and vice-versa for the next 45 minutes. At the first time I got a bit "scared" that he might "notice" my shoes, as his cabin was higher than mine. This meant that the guy had an upper view upon the lower half of my body.&lt;br /&gt;It is a habitude to see who's driving the other truck, during this long overtaking maneuver that seems to last an eternity, even for us truckers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he noticed my heels (I hope not :-P...) but we kept overtaking each other on many occasions, as my truck was slightly faster on level roads and his when climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After about a driving hour, I've reached my first client and stopped at his parking to change back into the work boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaq0CeDHsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X1SZeP2tMdc/s400/firstclient.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302613422268161730" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The client was probably "curious" why I've parked so far away from his portal than I usually do, before starting to drive back in reverse gear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he was even more surprised when he saw me tighten up my work boots laces on the truck's cabin stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I made a big smile anyway and saluted him as usual. He unloaded my truck with his fork lifter, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;I think that from the initial distance where I was parked when removing my heels, that there was no way he could see what I was doing inside the cabin, by looking at the side rear mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZasiPyD_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zW2MkTkf1NQ/s400/worbootsin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302615315627376610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The morning flew quickly while I rushed to deliver as much clients as possible. I knew that "lunch time" would be another great opportunity to wear heels, so I've parked the truck on a quiet and deserted street, near the center of the city I was in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZasJdetI3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OZuiOzhM1Sk/s400/desertedstreet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302614889807553394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So guess what I've "shoed" into?!? Easy guess, right?!? My favourite heels!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZatdaouoTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cd2CpjvmAlk/s400/heels1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616332153299250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, it was a great joy to have them on again and they look a lot better than the workboots, as you can see by the pic below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZauBePZtXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Jv6u9_tEVg/s400/heels2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616951596103026" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was time to find a suitable place for lunch and one of the joys of my work, is that I am free to decide where I want to park for lunch. This said, driving resumed on 4" (10 cm) heels. :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaurXu0FeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4m61SKl3Gco/s400/SP_A0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617671403312610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had decided to add an additional "exercise" to today's heeling experience, to increase the "difficulty level" of this nice and rich experience. I drinked lots of water to force myself going outside to pea... with my heels on! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I always like to park in nice, quite and beautiful places, whenever possible. The line I am actually driving passes very closely to the sea so I often park near the beach for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZavcyT4SzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4pxz7DADgDE/s400/SP_A0213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618520351689522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This place is relatively deserted but there is a road that goes around the beach. This road has cars passing very often, with a few "pauses" in the circulation.&lt;br /&gt;During on of these moments with no vehicles coming out on any direction, I've decided that it was time to pea! :-D ... except that I was wearing these!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZawp9h-AlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u8vUa6Zl4tU/s400/heels3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302619846213501522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I double checked that no car was coming in on either direction. I saw that cars were coming in on both directions but estimated that their were "beyond visual range", to see what I was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;So I've opened the door and climbed down outside, walking towards the right side of the truck, opposite to the side where cars passed.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the middle of the truck and pead, watching the cars passing on both senses.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, nobody stopped and I don't think that anybody even payed any attention to my footwear.&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised to see that the work pants covered the shoes almost entirely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaxkvoaBRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SvLrB0DMwf8/s400/pants1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302620856094688530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In fact, people have to be real close to see what I was wearing! In fact, only the pointed tip of the shoes are visible:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZaxya6rg9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/67pCDwe1FG0/s400/pants2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302621091052356562" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, if I had to walk near people on this concrete surface, the "clic clac" sound of the heels would be noticed and if anyone looked at my feet, the "stiletto" heel would become visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However this has given me an idea: why not trying to wear these shoes with classic business-like pants on a carpet surface?!? At least the heel noise wouldn't be noticed... perhaps during a party at night... hmmm the perspective looks delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've walked back to the truck, taking care not to climb up the stairs to the cabin when cars passed up close.&lt;br /&gt;This said, I've enjoyed my lunch with the heels on! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZazD5NdAsI/AAAAAAAAALA/4LAe0qmsLyI/s400/enjoymeal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302622490753565378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After lunch, I went out of the truck and casually walked to the trashbin nearby, to dispose of all the empty packages and paper napkins.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back up to the truck and enjoyed my heels again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZazii7K90I/AAAAAAAAALI/FuBtYK07JQk/s400/heels4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302623017347249986" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They look so cute and feel so great, don't they?!? I can assure you it's awesome and as someone stated before: "Heels and skirts are not just for women anymore..." so they better get used to it! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just wanted to wear my heels forever but lunch break was over and work was on my mind again, with the "ugly" perspective of having to take my heels off again. :-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZa0MeAaJPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tQvlDSk_3h8/s400/backintoboots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302623737581544690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So it was a big "burden" to change into those ugly work boots again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As in my previous "truck heeling experience", I felt very "unconfortable" wearing "flat shoes" and thought about my short "heeling experience" for the rest of the day, hoping to find a job that will allow me to do this on a daily basis... perhaps find a client that accepts and likes men wearing heels... I'd be more than happy to unload his palette or package wearing 4" stilettoes!!! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm... that was a "delicous" thought! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;According to my company's planning for the next week, I will be affected to a line that will allow me to pass through some nice and quiet places, where I can do some "heeling".&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on wearing these knee high boots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZa4xM9fDlI/AAAAAAAAALY/BAxRR4XAob8/s400/blackboots0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302628766707551826" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you can see by the pic below, they are "certified" 4" (10 cm) stilettoes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZa5BHyyMwI/AAAAAAAAALg/RdnVzCyN1mo/s400/4inchproof.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629040198398722" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here's what they look like when worn:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZa5QM0fSxI/AAAAAAAAALo/bCmTUCeKvR4/s400/blackboots1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629299245763346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZa5Yrom4TI/AAAAAAAAALw/W1lhoz0eOS4/s400/blackboots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629444956381490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just realized that these boots "deserve" a skirt, but that will have to wait for a better occasion. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;However, I can assure you that "will not be forgotten". I had something like this in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://images.zlio.com/product/large/3210844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.espritsensuel.com/prod/8088TH%20jupe%20plissee%20satin%20courte%20sexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or perhaps even this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 576px;" src="http://www.hustler-lingerie.fr/photos/grandes/costume-d-ecoliere-en-mini-jupe-plissee-hustler-hl236-red_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;... yet this last model may reveal itself to be "too short for confort", even if I'd love to wear one of those with the boots... ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that I am very "curious" about is experementing "lockable" shoes. I find the idea of being "locked up" in high heel shoes very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I intend to buy next:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Ff4QIUVdL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This will be an interesting experience of "forced heeling". The idea being to put those on, lock them and leave the key at home. There will be no way to remove them before returning home.&lt;br /&gt;I can do something like drink a lot of water to be forced to go outside the car to pea or so.&lt;br /&gt;This is a way to make sure that I will "enjoy" wearing my boots outside the car and the house.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For summer, I should buy a pair like these, probably in black, as it's a more "neutral color :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 523px; height: 400px;" src="http://members.lycos.nl/highluc/images/X14_LockingShoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Feel free to leave your comments and to follow this blog for more updates on these "male" high heel experiences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-1370801104985338898?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/1370801104985338898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeling-outside-house-continues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/1370801104985338898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/1370801104985338898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeling-outside-house-continues.html' title='&quot;Heeling&quot; outside the house continues'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SZae_9Lf3iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dMLl-GW-l88/s72-c/boots3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-5598503408934666225</id><published>2009-01-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:16:46.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boot cut jeans have arrived!</title><content type='html'>The boot cut jeans have arrived! Hooray!&lt;p&gt;I went out and bought a pair of Celio bootcut jeans for men. I think that they just look great with my favorite 4" pumps. Have a look and decide for yourself :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtHBM_CnqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0JSMrc_g6Ts/s400/bootcut1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294903872895229602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtHHF3AHVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cj3hxBlTBDQ/s400/bootcut2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294903974061677906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This just makes me want to go out in public and so some walking! Unfortunately I have my kids at home today - which is an awesome thing in itself - except that I can do no heeling! :-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've taken some risks to make these pictures while they were playing upstairs (God Bless Nintendo!!!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I couldn't resist trying the pumps with the boot cut jeans NOW! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtKr1sZtCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Dja552ZZeCM/s400/bootcut3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294907903912293410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtK-FJqZjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qnJcJT8mpGo/s400/bootcut6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294908217299199538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And who cares if they don't completely hide the shoes?!? "Showing of" is part of th thrill, I reckon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that the bootcut jeans combined with the 4" stilettos even look good when sitting on my desk, writing this article. Judge for yourselves:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtLljQLfKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wdImmA9hEPw/s400/bootcut4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294908895394495650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtLwKBW4yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TfNyrMT2QMM/s400/bootcut7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294909077600002850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtL89zYQ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/4hlpnHYKs6s/s400/butcut8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294909297658446690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Makes me think that for a start, I will work on a masculine/androgynous dress code integrating heels. That's what I feel more confortable doing now.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everything is possible! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For the next week I will going away with my daughter's school for a ski trip. I think I will sneak in my heels on my luggage ;-) ... is this an accident waiting to happen?!?&lt;br /&gt;Will I have the chance to wear my heels without the other parents or children noticing?!?&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahaha! This looks like an interesting challenge... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stay tuned for more when I get back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-5598503408934666225?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/5598503408934666225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/boot-cut-jeans-have-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/5598503408934666225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/5598503408934666225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/boot-cut-jeans-have-arrived.html' title='The boot cut jeans have arrived!'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXtHBM_CnqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0JSMrc_g6Ts/s72-c/bootcut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-6557782443188304896</id><published>2009-01-24T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:45:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early crossdressing</title><content type='html'>I must admit that my previous success going out with heels has made me want to try wearing them with a different outfit.&lt;br /&gt;For starters, i just decided to try a black legging with a skirt.&lt;p&gt;First I've tried with my brown boots that I usually wear covered by my jeans. Here's what it looks like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr-dBpyZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6N_XrGQm0yc/s400/boots_skirt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294824086540806130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr-kGti33I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ZoPu4fmvZI/s400/boots_skirt2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294824208157826930" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not bad isn't it? "I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it! I'm about to loose controla nd I think I like it... oh yeah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next series of two pics was done wearing 4" pumps:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr-3X5NgaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6oC6EXLA_qU/s400/shoes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294824539187675554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr_C4ptuUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4POy2tZwB0Y/s400/shoes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294824736959609154" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm sorry by the quality of the pics but these were taken with my mobile phone. I'll be using it until I buy some batteries for the camcorder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will definately look more into this CD thingy... ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-6557782443188304896?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/6557782443188304896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-crossdressing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6557782443188304896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/6557782443188304896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-crossdressing.html' title='Early crossdressing'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr-dBpyZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6N_XrGQm0yc/s72-c/boots_skirt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208671787157943109.post-8407486138448570014</id><published>2009-01-23T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:02:04.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High heels for men'/><title type='text'>My first time outside the house with 4" high heels</title><content type='html'>Well I've promissed my fellow "heelers" at &lt;a href="http://www.hhplace.org/"&gt;http://www.hhplace.org/&lt;/a&gt; that I would post a detailed report of my first "sortie" outside my house wearing high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything that is promissed is due, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;But first, let me tell you that I haven't imagined that it would happen like that.&lt;p&gt;I had intended to profit from a day off from work, where I could be alone and go somewhere to walk with my 4" boots, dressing casual, just like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo4YDmFkfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7cq2o-N0O7U/s320/bottes5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294606297860510194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo4taYyjPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IcL8GrurGOs/s320/bottes7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294606664756006130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had selected a beach about 10 km away from where I live. The temperature is currently around 9° C and there's not much people out there in teh morning. there is a "promenade" maybe 1 km long that goes all the length of that beach.&lt;br /&gt;This seemed "ideal" for a first experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was hoping to be off yesterday but my employer needed me. "Too bad for the heels...", I thought grimly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This morning, as I waked up to go to work and was preparing my backpack; a strange feeling invaded me: I felt an "urge" to put these shoes, along with my gloves, lunch and other need materials:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo6HVhuSSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RFwhgrhMVAY/s320/laredoute2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294608209639524642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Strangely, I had decided yesterday that I shall never try "heeling" at work, as I am a professional truck driver, fearing the embarassement of being "caught" wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's really a "man's world", even if the profession is becoming more accessible to women.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I had decided not to try this during my work.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I failed! You'll see why later... but it was so delicous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The morning started with a grey weather and very windy. There were winds up to 130 km/h.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo7cGE1NiI/AAAAAAAAABE/cwEShI_fXeI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294609665780692514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After finishing up my morning clients and before my lunch brake, I've stopped my truck on a calm and very untravelled road. I looked at my security work boots:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo8KONOK1I/AAAAAAAAABU/keFloWPELtY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610458237348690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's when I've felt a strange but pleasant sensation in my belly, accompanied by the desire to take the shoes off from my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;I took them out and placed them on the dashboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo8uHrGHkI/AAAAAAAAABc/NuVVvic8yn0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294611074958892610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Those 4" pumps look stunning and sexy, don't they? They are just saying: "put me on!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, obviously you can guess what happened. I had to put them on. I first removed my right boot then the sock. Then I've puttd on the right shoe and buckled the ankle strap:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo9UhV3y4I/AAAAAAAAABk/uDqmasNoM2A/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294611734684224386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What a difference, hey?!? Compare with the security boot just below the 4" pump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then it was the time for the left foot. Same deal. Took the boot off and then the sock. Then strapped the left pump in:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo95XhhxpI/AAAAAAAAABs/TwEJWdtsltQ/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294612367703918226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Notice the nice sun effect on the feet and the two security boots right of the red fire extinguinsher. As of now, I was wearing a nice pair of leather 4" pumps on my truck.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there is a lot of place in trucks to change shoes ;-) and I was now "heeled" and feeling very happy with it!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of "suggestive" shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo-0SkAKHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OUVFC-nsoPk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294613379984402546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo--LOIiYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/704H4rtPE5E/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294613549812320642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's such a delicious feeling! There was this weird feeling in the belly, just like when you are in love! Not like a sexual erection or something like that. Something bigger. Could this be the "release" of our "feminine side"?!?No doubt, this is something to look into later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I now had to drive to a "good place" for lunch. Obviously, this was an "accident" waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my feet and adjusted my seat, trying the pedals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpAq7-APLI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y2S31me2-p0/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294615418323877042" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my great surprise, the interaction between the pedals and the shoes was great, even better than with "normal" shoes or security work boots.&lt;br /&gt;I've buckled up and adjusted my seat until it was secured on a proper distance from the pedals and steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;I buckled up and strated the engine.&lt;br /&gt;As I was on a deserted road, this was a "good place" to start experimenting driving with high heels.&lt;br /&gt;The 4" pumps gave an awesome feeling and I was controlling all three pedals with the point of my feet, just like with the security boots.&lt;br /&gt;Again, to my great amazement I had more control with the 4" pumps than with the security boots or any other "men" footwear, not to mention the sensations offered by driving wearing them!&lt;br /&gt;I went through downton and then the road opened towards the countryside. As you can see, this is a quite dangerous road, especially for large and heavy vehicles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpCCwviq_I/AAAAAAAAACM/tBx5d6mhVd8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294616927138917362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpCNfUEgtI/AAAAAAAAACU/BqYgMtKtpwc/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294617111438852818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The heels performed absolutely awesome and even if the shoes are quite long, it was very easy to adapt and in no time at all, the 4" pumps were a part of my body, just like a "samurai's" sword:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpCnzXWVQI/AAAAAAAAACc/FEeT7Vgi5ek/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294617563497911554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpCwA8a7jI/AAAAAAAAACk/qeEAbVn4y5I/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294617704582016562" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I drove for practically half an hour with my high heel shoes, occasionaly profitting from a stop sign or from having to break, by making some pics just as those two just above.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the shoes just look and feel great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I've said, after a thirty minute drive, Ive found a suitable place to park my truck and had luch with my hels on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpDgv0cLtI/AAAAAAAAACs/XJzYjWtPX4g/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294618541798731474" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This lunch break was an awesome opportunity to enjoy my heels. Take a look at the pic below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpDoMuSWjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/951szOLRLlQ/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294618669816633906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Which shoes do you rather like seeing me wearing? The ones on the right or the one on the left? ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After lunch it was time now to try the first sortie with the heels. "Houston, we are ready!"&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what I feared, I was not anxious at all. On the contrary, I was feeling very calm.&lt;br /&gt;I just wished that for this first time that nobody watched my footwear.&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen a mostly deserted parking area near a beach in winter. Only windsurfers and occasional "passerbyes" stop at this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpEon6cbHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lZOKV4VUW14/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294619776627010674" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpE2AWu2UI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ye58fjddhrk/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294620006526409026" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpE_Jeg84I/AAAAAAAAADM/cBDIfvqVOgQ/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294620163593794434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This looked like a very nice place for a first try out. I profited to look again at my shoes and make a few silly poss, just enjoying the moment, enjoyement the sensations offered by wearing them. Here, let me share them with you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqbDpTJI/AAAAAAAAADs/uKhOrCp06ZA/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqbDpTJI/AAAAAAAAADs/uKhOrCp06ZA/s320/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294620907047308434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqLJr_3I/AAAAAAAAADk/xkSBIRxAa2I/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqLJr_3I/AAAAAAAAADk/xkSBIRxAa2I/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294620902777683826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqHyYfOI/AAAAAAAAADc/MBIyzn5_nXg/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpFqHyYfOI/AAAAAAAAADc/MBIyzn5_nXg/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294620901874629858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I thought of a challenge:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpGAKgahgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H8rrcBbQukU/s320/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294621280561694210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To take the "remains" of my lunch (the pic above...) into the trash can, a few meter away from the passenger's side door:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpGas3il8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/R8RlWB_hmhI/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpGas3il8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/R8RlWB_hmhI/s320/29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294621736462096322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpGWFcHs3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QUZKhmpBzFo/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpGWFcHs3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QUZKhmpBzFo/s320/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294621657158628210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I stood up and took anothr look at the shoes, getting ready to go out into "outter space":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpG4C-Me2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SI8N1B05X-o/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294622240611793762" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've opened the door and stepped outside:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpHKbngYQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u6VcSGJywAk/s320/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294622556465160450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes I did it! I went outside the truck! and walke down to the garbage can:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpHauO4lFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q_3WDlR62y8/s320/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294622836340069458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A small step for mankind but a "giant's leap" for myself, as I've started "materialising" my wish to wear heels outside, therefore going against the social "programming" that we men are imposed.&lt;br /&gt;It was also a good ecological "step" for ecology, as the remains of my lunch did end on the trash bin, as usual. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Feeeling confident, I've tried going a bit further "away" from the truck, which I succeeded!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpINGmrnjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wMevsP0EqBw/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294623701875793458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpIYV54WSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TPjDMPG6bGU/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294623894961412386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, "Houston" called in and it was time to return to the "lunar module", as it was time to return to work.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite astronaut had no choice but to climb back to his spacecraft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpJBNjLKdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CMjG3CchxIk/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpJBNjLKdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CMjG3CchxIk/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624597093329362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpI9520kxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kaqJi59jMFI/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpI9520kxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kaqJi59jMFI/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624540267418386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpJEb2HukI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D2NM_KedkXc/s320/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624652470499906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, this has been an awesome and very intense experience. More to come... surely...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'couldn't stop looking at my heels, tasting and savouring the pleasure of having worn them for one hour and half, including driving and a ten minute or so, sortie outside:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpKA9k4t4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/AAVTfl4Xhro/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625692317169538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, so called "reality" pulled me "away" from the great dream I was living. It was time to take the shoes off and clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpKhI4xPcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OkDZdCQ-dpc/s320/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626245109169602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpKo8Y9yyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kj0P0iTtOOY/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626379193502498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I'd have worn them for the rest of the day, hadn't I fered the reaction of my company's clients, seeing their good being delivered by a male truck driver in 4" heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Most unfortunately I had to "slip" back into these and "attack" the afternoon:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXpLNy6HEAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pzISo1e6ogw/s320/42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294627012303327234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;During the whole afternoon, all I could think off were the heels. Strangely, the security boots felt "awkward" and uncorfatble - which was exactly what I was expecting from the 4" heels, which didn't happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;All afternoon I missed my heels and I genuinely wished to find a job where I could wear 4" or bigger heels in permanence, just like a High Heel Place job offer, where the applicant is expected to wear at least 4" stiletto heels. Not wearing them on a permanent basis could be considered a reason to break teh contract... makes you dream, doesn't it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More to come soon... so stay tuned!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208671787157943109-8407486138448570014?l=misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/8407486138448570014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-time-outside-house-with-4-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/8407486138448570014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208671787157943109/posts/default/8407486138448570014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdshighheelsexperiences.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-time-outside-house-with-4-high.html' title='My first time outside the house with 4&quot; high heels'/><author><name>misterd73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16449732590020520035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXr88a441vI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/22pdVrWo_mU/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCsRnvtXXZw/SXo4YDmFkfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7cq2o-N0O7U/s72-c/bottes5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
