ychelle

About a year ago, I promised you to write about my story to heels... Now..., o.k., the time passed rapidly... But here it is: As I wrote in my previous post, today I'm not an "all-time heel wearer", for I think diversity counts (this also including flats), but I regularly wear my heels (3 to 4.5 inch) also in public. My first time in heels was not the typical "trying mums shoes", I rather was forced in... No, it was not as dramatical as it may seem from this, but it was not my free choice. When I was about 11 or so, I went to a summer camp with a good friend. Besides much free time, there was also some "program", and one of the program parts was studying a stage play - "Snow White and the seven dwarfs" (I had to look for that in the dictionary...). Now, as there were much more girls than guys in the camp, the idea came up that the dwarfs and the prince should be played by the girls, and the queen and Snow White should be played by the guys. I was elected to be Snow White, which meant that I had to be the "most beautiful on earth". You can imagine the consequences of this: Make-up, dress and - extraordinary high heels borrowed from a girls? mum that had feet that were only marginally larger than mine at that time. I can't tell you from today how high they really were, but they were dark-red knee high boots with white embroideries and stiletto heel. Initially I hesitated: Imagine all the other guys and what they would tell... But there was no way out so I had no choice. The girls giggled when I came in dressed for the first time, but that faded fast. For me, however, it became a real thrill and I started to enjoy it. Unfortunately, the camp was over after only two weeks, we had a great play for our parents and the heels were gone... At that time, my mum - at least to what I knew - did not own any heels, hence there seemed to be no way of repeating this wonderful experience. Only two or three years later, I went down to the cellar because my mum told me to bring down a pair of shoes that did not fit me any more. When I asked her where I should put them, she looked at me like I was a little bit stupid and told me that there is a small white cabinet where the shoes that are still o.k. but can not be worn any more (...) are stored. I really didn't know that, for I always thought there were cleaning agents in it (and you can imagine, it is better not knowing where this things are for kids, at least for two reasons, but I do not want to go deeper into that...). When I went down, I did not think of heels at all, but when I opened up the doors it was like "WHOOOOUW!!!!" There was a pair of red mules with a wooden-brown stiletto heel of about 4 inches. I put in my old shoes, closed the door again and when I was alone the next time for some time, I took them out of the board and wore them in the house. It was incredible fun as they fit me almost perfectly at that time. I did this several times, but the last few times I could not put them back as I forgot the time when I wore them. Thus, I still had them on when my mum came back again... . The only way of not getting noticed was putting them under the sofa - obviously a bad place when you're not able to bring them back to their place before the next cleaning (or when you just forget to put them back). Thus, after the third time my mum obviously found them (not telling a word), the shoes were suddenly not back in the cabinet. Until today I do not know where my mum has put them... But, sadly, my second heel-time ended as abrupt as the first. Again there were years in which I sometimes imagined of how it would be, but I did not have the guts to buy some for me. I try not to let you wait again one year for the next part of this story (, actually the most interesting part as it refers to the last years, that is to my present heel-wearing), but I should stop now. There is still a lot to do... Greatings ychelle (which is a feminine and existing derivate of my real male name, to get a bit more personally)

... I took the time and decided to write my first post (hope it works though...) Hi to all of you! Not that it was courage lacking but i have been lurking around here for a really long time now (indeed i have to admit since this forum started... ) without registering and posting (shame on my head). For more than a year now i always wanted to but then each time again i only read your posts and did not write one myself. This definitely had to be ended today!!! In a first attempt let me only tell you some general things: First, a huge compliment to all those running this site. I will tell you later on in more detail about the significance it had for me (and it really had!). Second, i`m a 29 yo male (o.k., only one month left, but anyway ), living in the southern part of germany. What i do there? Ooh, besides walking around in heels from time to time, i care for my wife and my one yo son and i do some basic research in - psychology (no no, please, do not click away, i`m neither a clairvoyant nor a psychoanalyst, so you can stay here safely and read this post...). Third, as already mentioned, i`m a part-time heel wearer. Part-time because for me diversity counts. From ordinary males flats to about 4.5'' stiletto heels quite a few different styles and heel heights adorn my feet. I can`t imagine to be high heeled each day, but once or twice (and sometimes even more) a week, high heels are a must. My wife is quite supportive (not only approves it) and likes the way i look in heels. She often tells me that they fit me quite nicely (despite the fact that the top of my head is towering 190 cm above ground even without heels on, the only reason why she sometimes complaines about my heel wearing for it makes it even harder to kiss me when i`m elevated by another 3 to 4''). Do i get comments? Occasionally only, but - unfortunately - they are mostly NEGATIVE But this does not bother me too much for a) i get a lot of support by my wonderful wife and a good (female) friend knowing about my passion for heels, i know it`s freestyle fashion and some people are always troubled by "new" fashion styles (although from history we know that heels in men aren`t really new...) and c) the people that made most fun of my heel wearing were quite young (teens) and apparently lacked eduction (no wonder when taking into account the results german students achieved in the PISA study...). Despite that, "open-mindedness" is not an extremely far developed property of people in "german pampa" (at least i perceive it that way... sorry for those proving to be the exception from the rule). Anyway, i will stop here at the moment and tell you my story in one of my next posts (if you`re interested). Keep up that great work, it is needed!!! ychelle (if you reached this, i hope you understood my english )