Susan waited 20 minutes to be sure Alan wasn't coming back because they'd forgotten something. Both excited and nervous, she retrieved the shoes from where she'd hidden them. Size-7 red peep toe platform stiletto sandals. The platform was 2-inches with a stiletto heel of 6 1/4 inches. This would be a 4 1/4 inch ball to heel foot rise placing a small foot as far up on her toes as practical, assuming one's definition of practical was ridiculously impractical. Placing the medallion around her neck, a thought occurred to Susan as she psyched herself up to continue. She'd intended to use the shoes simply to make herself shorter but any smaller shoe would probably have worked. Would the style and fashion of the extreme platform stiletto have additional effects, after all the whole point was to exude sexy. "Let's find out," she told the empty room, touching and holding the stiletto against the medallion for the full 30 minutes of faint tingling.
This was Susan's greatest point of concern. She'd gone to great lengths to get shoes that had never been worn but in the end one could never be sure. Irrationally afraid to watch the transition, Susan opened her eyes after the tingling stopped and looked at the full length mirror she'd positioned in front of her. Staring back in wide eyed concern was ... her. "New shoes," she sighed in relief.
Standing up several things caught her attention. First was that her slacks puddled at her feet, she'd lost several inches of height. "Perfect," she decared smiling. Her waist was smaller but a belt adjustment was all that was needed. Her breasts looked larger in the mirror but she was still comfortably wearing the same bra so they had apparently stayed the same size and just seem bigger proportionate to her now smaller body.
Twisting and turning to complete her examination, her calves were beginning to ache. At first she ignored it as a minor nuisance but when it continued to get worse she realized what had happened. Holding the very high heels against the medallion meant her body was now used to wearing them almost constantly, her Achilles tendon had shortened. Fortunately she had the perfect shoes, almost as if they'd been made for her or something.
Susan put on the shoes and stood up. Not only did the ache rapidly fade away but her slacks no longer puddled. She'd never worn platform stilettos before so was leery of walking in them, amazingly she had no trouble walking at all, it came naturally. She could even run in them, albeit in the flouncy little quick step click-clack click-clack of a hooker hurrying. "Why in the world would I think of a hooker," she asked herself?
Susan had planned to stay holed up in her house for the duration of her changes but she had 12 hours before she could proceed with her plan and she looked really hot in her killer shoes. "I'm going out," she told the room.