THINK ABOUT KITTEN HEELS

Imagine if someone forced you to wear a pair of baby pink kitten heels every day of your life and you couldn’t tell anyone about it, or about the person forcing you to do it otherwise you’d meet a fate worse than death, all of your nightmares combined, and everyone/anyone you’d ever loved would die. Imagine if they made you strut up a famous high street every day for 10 minutes in the pink kitten heels, preening your hair as if you were famous. Imagine if they made you go to parties and college, or work, or university always wearing the pink kitten heels. You would have to wear them when you were sleeping, or having sex or gardening. They would have a fluffy small bow on the front, and if anyone asked you about them (which they would, you’re wearing kitten heels) you’d have to convince them that you loved the pink kitten heels, and genuinely thought they were a good idea. They’d be a perfect and comfortable fit so you couldn’t complain about size, and you’d have several pairs in case any of them broke (the enforcer’s rules). Everyone would call you ‘the freak with the kitten heels’. That would be so crap.