Jean had been a woman for several days now and was enjoying it immensely. It felt as if she had been given a new fresh start at life, albeit as an adult. She was more motivated than ever before, up to the point where she infected the people around her. Work moved fast, earning her praise from her boss, Joe. If this kept up she would end up getting a bonus on her next paycheck. Not bad considering it was her first month since her promotion. She had just delivered a report to Joe and was back on her way to her office. Her hips swayed with every confident step, drawing attention from the men behind their desks. She felt a bit conflicted over this: it made her feel beautiful and sexy, but she still wasn't sure about her sexuality. Right now she felt it could go either way, or maybe even both. Her explorations back home hadn't given her a definitive answer yet (she was eager to keep on trying, though). She had considered using the pen to find out, but that felt like cheating to her.
Her mind was brought back to reality when she stumbled and nearly fell. Steadying herself on the wall of a cubicle she pulled herself back up. Something was wrong. Her vantage point was several inches higher and her feet were in a strange position.
"Are you alright?" a female office worker asked.
Jean took a quick deep breath. "I'm quite alright, thank you."
The woman nodded and went back on her way giving her the opportunity to check on her feet. Her eyes went wide when she saw that her shoes had been replaced with six inch stiletto heels, shiny and black with platform soles. There was only one thing that could have caused this: the golden pen, or a golden pen. She hurriedly looked around to catch a glimpse of the culprit. No one looked suspicious or out of place, everyone was busy with either work or slacking off. What now? Go back to her office and her pen? A little wobbly, she made her first step with these heels. Then she put her other foot in front of the other, and then again, and again, and again...
Pretty soon she hit her stride (literally) and was walking as comfortably as she did in her old shoes. In fact her gait had only become sexier and more womanly. With every step she set her foot in front of the other, heel first and her knees straight. Somehow she had gained the skill to walk perfectly in shoes she had never worn before. This had to be the work of a magic pen.
Entirely too soon Jean was back in her office, ceasing the enticing click of her heels. The pen was still there, meaning that someone out there had another one. And this someone wanted to see her in six inch stiletto heels. She felt a shiver go down her spine. A part of her desired more.