The Power of Feet [Foot/Nylon/Shoe Fetish Story]

Hello everyone. :)

I recently started to write a foot fetish based story. I decided to write the story in English even if English isn't my main language. So it is rather difficult to express myself sometimes and of course I'm not that good at writing English. Still I hope some of you will enjoy it. I know there are a lot of people who like feet or nylon and even shoes and I noticed a lack stories about it.

And I'm writing it anyways... because I enjoy it and want to get better in English. So... why don't share it with you guys? :D

I'm open to any suggestions and advise. PMs or postings here are very welcome! Also ideas I could include or wishes can be posted. But I can't promise anything when it comes to that.

A brief summary:

Jesse Williams, a 18 year old very feminine looking boy wants to start an apprenticeship in a fashion boutique specialized in lingerie, nylons and shoes. This has one advantages for him. The first one is that all of those things are a fetish for him. He really loves feet in nylon and shoes. The second one is, that since he remembered he always wanted to be an fashion designer. Preferably specialized in underwear and shoes of course. He is still a virgin and the other boys bullied him. Always called him girly names. Jesse isn't ugly. He is indeed a beauty, but his feminine look isn't something typical girls want.

Sarah Walkers the owner of the boutique allows him to do the apprenticeship and gives him the job. He is the only exception, being a boy under all the other female employees. What secrets does this boutique have and what secrets has Sarah? Those are all things he will find out in time.

The title is still a "working title". I don't really know if I should go with it. But as long as I don't find another one I keep it.

Enough introduction talk. I post the first two chapters now.

The Power of Feet

(Tags: Foot Fetish, Nylon, Pantyhose, Stockings, Socks, Shoes, High Heels, Femdom, Feminization, Shemale)

Chapter 1: The Interview

“♪♫♬ ...So tell me now. If this ain't love then how do we get out? 'Cause I don't know... ♪♫♬” the boy is looking out of the bus window, lost in his thoughts. Rock music coming out of his earphones. Looking at the sunset. Today he has a job interview at an expensive and well known store chain. Dressed appropriately in his best clothes, a black suit, a black-purplish shimmering tie and his best shoes. Usually he hates dressing like this. That’s not him. In his spare time he just wears some baggy pants, comfy sneakers and a wide shirt. His mom always tells him to wear something else. But he doesn’t care, he likes it like this. His mother always says, that because he is so slim and more feminine build, wearing wide clothes like this doesn’t fit him ver