"Are you okay?" asked Samantha.
Jenny hesitated but quickly decieded her friends wouldn't believe the truth about the shoes. "I'm feeling well. I'm sorry, I think I'm going to need to call it an early night."
Jenny bid farewell to her friends and made her way toward the front door of the club with uneasy steps.
Her feet still felt strange but she thought she could make it outside okay and catch a cab home.
She seemed to notice a few glances aimed in her direction from guys at the club. Then she accidently bumped into a guy, causing part of his drink to spill on her.
"Sorry" said Jenny, terribly embarassed.
"No, I'm sorry: I should've had a better grip on my drink" replied the man, quite handsome. "I must say, you're quite a looker..."
A looker..."Transform you into a looker" is what the shoes had said remembered Jenny.
But before she could give that any thought, the guy's drink that had spilled on her soaked through part of her dress and reached her skin. Like the spilled drink that had hit her leg and (unbeknownst to Jenny) triggered the odd feeling in her legs and the tightness of her shoes on her feet, the effect was immediate: Jenny grabed the man and pulled him into a deep kiss, drawing some howls from nearby clubbers.
The man lost the rest of his drink to the floor, some of it splashing on Jenny's legs.
Jenny finally parted lips with the stunned but excited guy and said...