It had been four months since you broke up with your girlfriend, Jill, and you’ve been thriving since. But then you heard a knock on your door. As soon as you opened it, Jill and her best friend, Amy practically pushed past you. You knew Amy, she was a runner on her college track team, and while you would never admit to it being your thing, she had pretty cute feet. You could tell from the times when you saw her barefoot that she clearly took good care of herself, the skin on her feet always looked soft and without blemish.
Jill was spouting some nonsense about coming over to collect some necklace she left behind. Despite your protests, Jill and Amy spread out and started searching. As soon as Amy was out of earshot, Jill dug a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. As she started to read latin-sounding words from the paper, your vision started to blur and blot out like you were passing out. The last thing you heard before for your world went black was Jill making fun of you. “You’re not allowed to be better off without me, you piece of shit.”
You woke in the dark, though making ‘waking’ was the wrong word. You slowly became aware again, though something was wrong. Your body felt… weird, like it was the wrong shape, and you were pressed in snugly on all sides, like you were in a too-tight sleeping bag. Worse yet, you couldn’t seem to move any part of you, which meant that you couldn’t talk either. However, you were able to smell and even taste your surroundings. Currently you were overwhelmed by a sweaty, dirty musk that permeated your entire being.
You nearly jumped out of your skin as you were lifted into the air, your prison moving along with you before crashing down again. Pain shot through you as you stopped suddenly and took a massive weight on you. This repeated over and over for what felt like forever, the pain, the musk and the dizzying movement.
In the distance you could hear Amy talking with Jill as the smell and taste of your prison became more and more musty.
What had to be several hours later, you felt the pressure around you loosen and eventually fall away as you were pulled out of whatever you were trapped in. When your vision adjusted to the bright light you were struck by the oddest of sights. You were looking up at Amy from the bottom of her leg.
It dawned on you that you had somehow been transformed into Amy’s left foot! The motion and pain you felt were clearly from her walking back to her apartment. She looked down at you with an uncaring expression as she tossed aside the shoe and sock she’d just removed. It was clear that Amy didn’t know you were there. With her shoe off, the smell wasn’t as bad, but you could still not escape it. You shuddered thinking about what you were going to suffer when her first track meet came around…
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