The second I saw the box outside of my apartment door, I ran up the stairs and swooped it up into my arms. I hugged it to my chest and danced in place as I waited for my fiancé to unlock our door, unwilling to relinquish my long awaited package. Once inside, I went to the bedroom, discarded my work clothes and slashed open the tape keeping me from my prize. It’d only been about three weeks since I’d placed my order, but I’d really been waiting years for a pair of these babies.

Inside the box were two items carefully rolled in triple layers of tissue paper and bubble-wrap. I stood wide eyed as my fiancé slowly, teasingly unwrapped the first one. And there it was: My first ponyboot. Knee highs so that the leather had been neatly folded over and the laces coiled around the ankle. The hoof, which had been fused to the bottom of an already extreme heeled shoe, was hanging glossy black in my man’s hands.

I planted my butt on the carpet while he peered at the underside of the sole to determine upon which foot my new hoof was to be mounted. I pulled up my socks, making sure they were smooth against my skin and slipped my toes into the leather. I pushed my foot in, held back the lengthy tongue and my assistant laced me up. After slipping into the second boot, I was finally prepared to clip-clop into every pony scene from now on.

My fiancé retrieved a mirror after helping me off the floor. In a couple of seconds I had adjusted to the new stance and took my first steps. It felt great! It felt right. It felt like everything I had imagined. Coming from a small dealer, I’d had some small doubts as to whether they would be of decent or even fine quality. But any fears I had before their arrival were laid to rest within 3 minutes. Wearing them for the first time was perfect, and so were they.

The leather runs all the way up my calf, stopping just short of my knee. Two shiny rows of quick-lace hooks gleam from ankle to top. And the bottom of each hoof is adorned with a sparkling horse shoe. They mold my legs into shapely stems like any other high heel but also bend me into the silhouette so frequently worn by mythic pans and fawns. With each platform hoof and exaggerated heel, I have now gained an extra 12 inches in height. Add a couple of ankle cuffs and I feel like Pupett, the sexy model who’s always been my ponygirl hero.

All I have to do is put these boots on and I feel myself sliding towards Pony-Space. They complete my fantasy in a way that’s subtle, but exceptional. And while this may be a cliché , it’s definitely a dream come true.