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Red Shoe chapter 6, THE REVIVAL
Much water has gone past the
Golden Gate bridge. The red shoe had lost its pull,
drowned out by
contemporary political crises and by the everlasting election processes.
With WW3 looming overhead a desperate last ditch effort at happiness had to be undertaken,
simple cross dressing was no longer an option
(nether was cross burning.)
As the cultural climate slowly upended all
together new action was indicated.
An [ON SALE] advertisement secured the necessary resolve. In order to keep the hospital funds flowing
reduced price sale on sex change operations was offered: “Two for the
price of one” the slogan went.
In its own right a bit of a guarantee;
if things don’t work out you can change back.
This offer was not to be
taken lightly; an offer not to be refused.
Sure enough the marketing approach worked on many and indeed many took to altering their lives.
Lines formed around the hospital block with
expecting customers waving coupons in hand.
Both of our main characters
“He” and “She” lined up to have themselves done, had they not been so
they would have seen each other waiting while the line was queuing
but their minds were otherwise engaged. And thus it came to pass, after
some healing time,
they each emerged having become “She” from “He” and
“He” from “She” respectively.
It is said that old habits die hard and thus, by subliminally-guided-paranoia, an unlikely coincidence occurred.
parties had moved to the East Bay in a stab at anonymity, to get away
from old habits and aquantances
that might otherwise recognize them.
Their hormone treatments did the rest to visually conceal the life
events of the last six months. Imagine: Two completely new
personae with tainted personalities searching for a new partner each.
They were however still reacting to unresolved, unerasable, memories
and now even more so as they tried
to cope to their new environments as
they went about their business.
It is hardly a surprise that they would
find one another by habit-guided reactive accident.
Destiny struck with
a vengance, after all it had worked before, why not in double mirror
A variation form of “Through the Looking Glass” began to unfold.
chance would have it they met on a Friday evening in some bar near the
waterfront and hit it off immeditely
mostly by talking about their memories;
of course now from an altered perspective. Memories, told and ennobled
from the other sex’s side lent wings
and resonance to their heavily
The only irksome link with their past that remained was a hankering to talk about red pumps
or some metaphoric euphemism thereof; early
impressions are always hard to overcome.
Both parties languished after
red pumps for entirely different reasons. A disposition that solidified
their tender “new” relationship by way of positive psychological
feedback. Needless to say neither party
revealed much of their true past, nor did they ever talk about their recent transitions at all.
Thus the stage was set for yet another slow moving shipwreck.
The hormone treatments had meanwhile very effectively done their thing.
The new “He” wanted to go hiking and engage in all new found activities
suggested by her new,
improved hull, all the things that where
previously done in emulation now came to pass in real time.
was asked about where he had been for the last 25 years he would
“ I have been aBroad for many years.” The new “She”
on the other hand found herself stangely disinterested in sex
reconstituted herself by going shopping, often looking longingly at
pink things in store windows.
The purchase of an outrageous shoe with a
necessitated compromise by way color shift towards pink,
red, provided a mutually satisfactory, if temporary, answer. Add to
that a new outrageous shape
like the Julian Hakes design. The price
turned out to be too steep and resulted in the purchase
Chinese knock offs,...... “but heyyyyy.”
You sometimes get what you pay for; well, if you are lucky. She didn’t;
The order asked for a size 38, what was shipped was a size
37, a Chinese knock off.
It arrived, clumsily altered with a glue on
sticker that declared it as a 38. Likewise the box was altered.
permanent marker had scribbled over a printed 7 to fake it, it now read
8. Clearly an act of flagrant contempt
for the US customer. Well,
they were cheap at about 10 Cents on the Dollar and as they would
largely serve as props,
and not to be worn as much as displayed on some
shelf. Primarily a device to initiate dialog;
besides, the shoes
were not balanced as well as as they should be. Quite unlike the real
What constituted the biggest surprise was in the end the
fact that people did not see the shoes as such,
it confused the
onlookers utterly and brought, what should have resulted in
conversation, to a confounded stand still.
Necessitating the revival of
the old pumps as a point of departure. Go figure! Exhaustion ensued.
To be continued?
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