The view at the sunny boulevards was fantastic and the feeling of the wind refreshing. It was quite an experience and you love it so far. It had been your first vacations in a long time and the location was really perfect to find a little relaxing time. But the little thing that could still ignore returned to your mind with a single word.
"Let me help you Miss." The valet told you just stopping at the entrance.
It was weird to receive a helping hand while getting out of the car, but you really thanked it when a slip of your strange heels made you loose your balance.
You felt a little embarrassed while walking by the hall. The only think on your mind was that everyone would now that a man was inside that woman's body. But nothing passed.
"So you will stay with us for two weeks... Mr. Rivers." The receptionist confirming your reservation. "or might you prefer Miss, for the mean time?" He asked to be sure.
"I do prefer "mister" if you don't mind."
"Okay." He agreed used to the guests on your equal situation. "Here is your key, Suite 923. Have a nice stanza Mr. Rivers." He gave you your key and called the porter to help you.
You felt a little easier now that you were alone on your room. But you couldn't stop sighing after being called "Miss" by the porter. "Maybe I just go by "Miss" for the time I stay a like this." You tried to accept it.
But even if you were going to be a woman for two weeks, there was something you don't really feel like to get used to: high heels. And you reaffirmed that by taking off those that you were wearing just you were alone. It was liberating.
You walked a little through the suite just to rest from them just to sit seconds later and massage your borrowed little feet.
"Okay, let's see what those this woman lend me for my time as her." You said to yourself before opening the huge suitcase.
You got a surprise. Even thought she was wearing such a formal outfit, her baggage was really thought for a vacation trip, but the perfect arrange of it betrayed her serious personality.
You began to pass the clothes to the closet, and the dressing on the table in front of the mirror of the room; leaving the rest, underwear must of it, inside the huge suitcase. But the worst came when you opened the little bag. You gulped. That woman had lent you almost pure heels to use.
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