Here I am, wearing black midcalf tights, sky high black patent leather shoes, and I am walking out of the bedroom into the late afternoon light. I do a half turn to the right, then to the left and you can see my calves bulging. Slowly I walk to the little walnut table in the foyer, and turn to face you, my legs positioned just so. I rock back on my heel and flex my lower leg so you can see the cuts on the side where the soleus is, then the camera comes close, as if you were approaching me. I back away, and you stare at my slender, veiny ankles. As you pass by, you see my feet with blue veins l...

Here I am, wearing black midcalf tights, sky high black patent leather shoes, and I am walking out of the bedroom into the late afternoon light. I do a half turn to the right, then to the left and you can see my calves bulging. Slowly I walk to the little walnut table in the foyer, and turn to face you, my legs positioned just so. I rock back on my heel and flex my lower leg so you can see the cuts on the side where the soleus is, then the camera comes close, as if you were approaching me. I back away, and you stare at my slender, veiny ankles. As you pass by, you see my feet with blue veins like a collection of nightcrawlers running all over them. I am aware of your fascination with my veiny feet, and cock my foot just so to make them swell up, and your jaw drops in astonishment. You pass around me and stare at my feet. Truly, you have never seen, nor will you ever see, feet like mine.