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So to answer the question I left my flat at 2AM, so it was really dark and I felt that there wouldn’t be too many people around.
Right so there I was stood outside my flat currently wearing some dark guys jeans, a dark hoodie, and the brightest white highest high heels, I then realise how many street lights there were about, and that I was really visible. So I thought I would head for my flats front door key first, so I headed off in that direction instantly under estimating how loud these heels would click on the path as I walked, and also very quickly realised how hard they were to walk in. I suddenly felt very vulnerable.
I had walked for a bit heading for the flat key, with no other signs of people, but was still very on edge, very shortly I could hear a car coming, I was currently in no position to hide anywhere so I just lowered my jeans as far as they would go to cover as much of the heels as possible, as the car came into view facing me I glanced down to the heels and to my horror they were practically glowing out of the darkness, the car went past me and I checked to see if the driver had noticed (I was thinking he must of) then his brakes went on, I’m not sure if this was to slow down, or to do with anything with me, but I started to “run” as fast as I could in these shoes, which turns out is as fast as a regular walk, and now the clicking and the fact that I was moving in such a odd way, meant that it was obvious that I was wearing high heels.
I got to a corner and found a car to hide behind and waited there for what seemed like hours, but the car didn’t come and nothing happened, I was shaking with fear and excitement for nearly being caught
The rest of the journey to the key was a lot less scary, there were no more cars or people whenever I was in a vulnerable OR risky place, whenever I thought I might be have caught there was a car or a bush or something that I could hide behind and did so.
When I got to the key for my flat my feet where in agony, more than I thought they would be, which partly I loved, but partly I was thinking that I wouldn’t be able to get to the other key and make it back to my room before the sun rose as I would now be walking much slower, so I made a decision that I would next head back to my flat, and HOPE that none of my other housemates would come out and see me, as I checked the kitchen to see if I’d forgotten ANYTHING sharp in the kitchen to take the cable ties off the heels.
The Journey back from the keys location to the flat was pretty uneventful, at one point there was a man on a bench, who I didn’t realise was there until I was very close, in a panic I stopped before he saw me (he must have heard me coming, click click click) I instantly turned around and headed a longer way home, avoiding the bench, I quickened my pace, and again luckily he didn’t follow, so now after this very long walk I was nearly back at the flat, the second half had taken a lot longer than the first due to my feet already being in agony, and I had to take the longer route.
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I was about to turn the corner to get see my flat when shock horror, some girls I recognised from my university course where outside having a smoke and a chat, they luckily seemed a bit drunk, “DAMN” I had thought I had forgotten that it was student night at the student bar, and people would be heading back to their flats around this time.
In panic again I began to turn to run away again, and wait for them to leave, but unluckily I heard one of the girls “Oi, [My name], What you doing” I stopped my heart beating, I had no idea what to do, as I turned to face them they were already walking towards me, they were all dressed up from a night out (mini dresses, all made up with makeup and their own high heels on, and annoyingly it would seem that mine where the highest out of us) they were stumbling and where being quite loud, they had definitely had a few drinks, I begged in my head that in there drunken state they wouldn’t realise that I was now 5 inches taller, and that my jeans where low enough for them no to see my heels.
The girls where now in front of me, one of them was coming in for a hug as she usually did when seeing me, as she hugged me I stumbled back and there was clicks from my heels, I was hoping that no one would notice as hers where clicking as well, luckily I think no one did BUT she then went back after the hug looking confused (I’m guessing now she was thinking that I felt taller and couldn’t understand why) she then looked down, and saw my white shoes.
Luckily she just asked “Do your shoes have a bit of a platform [My name]” I said “No” (what was I thinking, I should have said yes), but she argued that they must have. Then one of the other girls asked to see the shoes more clearly and to lift my jeans up, I said no again, they kept asking and I kept saying no, eventually one of them went to lift them herself, but I stepped back, BIG MISTAKE the heels clicked on the path and it was obvious what I was wearing, they all giggled and one of them asked “Are you wearing heels?”. That is when one of them did lift my jeans leg up and they saw them, they then burst out laughing, and I couldn’t think of anything to do or say, they asked me why I had these heels on and why they had cable ties round them, all I could stupidly say was “I don’t know” and that is when they laughed more loudly, they then decided amongst themselves to bring me inside with them to their flat, I couldn’t argue
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, and then locked them on with cable ties (zip ties), they went under the shoe, in the gap just before the heel, over my foot, and round my ankle, so they were locked on and they was impossible to remove without scissors or a something sharp. 
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