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pair of high heeled shoes I ’d forgotten I owned. I looked at them in horror. What on earth had possessed me to buy them in the first place? They were higher than anything I’d ever worn before.
    They were black, a velvety black with heels that had to be at least 6 inches tall and a strap that wrapped around my ankle to hold them in place. Reluctantly I lowered myself to my bed, trying to keep the dress from ending up arou nd my waist and watched as Cassie slipped the shoes on. As I watched her I felt like Cinderella and she was Prince Charming but when I attempted to stand with Cassie’s help and teetered there like a fragile sapling swaying in the wind I realised that there was very little similarity between myself and Cinderella.
    “ Walk around a bit and see if you’re ok in the heels Allie.” Cassie’s voice dragged my mind back to the predicament I was facing, walking. Something I took for granted everyday but with the addition of these killer heels and killer being the operative word, I suspected that walking and in these heels was something I was going to have to learn how to do all over again. Well, either that or end up flat on my face and I didn’t relish that potential scenario much at all. Unless of course I fell into the arms of some sexy man in the club.
    Tentatively I took my first steps while Cassie watched and when I managed to make it to the other side of the room with my house mate applauding me, I grinned before g roaning at myself. We were both excited that I’d managed to traverse the length of my room without breaking my ankle, hardly some monumental achievement. Well for someone like me who was prone to being vertically challenged at times, I guess it was an achievement.
    “ Ok, now your shoes are sorted, we need a bag. What do you have? Something compact I think.”
    I watched as Cassie disappeared back into my walk in robe to look for a suitable bag. I rolled my eyes. This was getting out of hand. We were going to a night club and it would no doubt end as it had any other time. Loud music, screaming at one another in an effort to be heard, men thinking I was coming on to them when I was just trying to tell them politely that I wasn’t interested by yelling at them in an effort to be heard. I’d drink too much, look bored and finally stagger home to bed wondering why the hell I’d bothered in the first place.
    Cassie emerged with some tiny little black bag that was sequined and pretty but for someone like me who went every where looking like I was moving in, then this bag if it could be called that fell under the category of pretty useless. Still I smiled encouragingly at my house mate, reluctant to spoil her enthusiasm by looking less than impressed with my bag that might hold a lipstick and some carefully folded money and that was about it.
    With the dress, shoes and bag sorted as far as Cassie was concerned, I was ordered to sit by my dressing table mirror while she started making me up in such a way that I would look a ‘million dollars’ apparently. I doubted that somehow, maybe $2.50, but although I knew I wasn’t horrific to look at, compared with Cassie’s flawless, natural beauty, I was like the beast.
    My best feature was my hair despite Cassie ’s desire to see me get it all cut off and my eyes were a nice shade of a greenish brown. Hazel I guess some would call them but they were more green than brown and I had been told by a couple of men that I had bedroom eyes, whatever that meant.
    I wasn ’t wafer thin like Cassie but I wasn’t overweight either. I was somewhere in the middle, small waist, biggish boobs and more curvy through the hips. Good child baring hips my Grandmother would have said. “Got to find the man to make the babies with to use those child bearing hips.” I muttered to myself.
    I sat back and left myself at the mercy of Cass and I had to admit when she finished, I barely recognised the woman staring back at me in the mirror. My eyelids were shaded