When I was a kid I was obsessed with women’s dress shoes and heels. I secretly wanted to have some that represented the women that wore them. One year as a teen I had an opportunity to steal a pair from a teacher and did so during the summer. She left them in her office space and we had to move all of the stuff so that the cleaning crew could buff and qnnub the floors, and paint the walls. I kept those shoes for many years and finally donated them. I became surprisingly aroused from them, it was the first time that had happened to me up to that point. I did not wear them or sniff them (ugh), but I touched them and fantasized with them. That started down a path for several years that I am not proud of.
