Shannon had just got back from an exhaustive day of shopping with her friends, walking around all day in her ballet flats. As soon as she entered her house, she dropped all her things and went straight for her bedroom After she put her water bottle down, she peeled off her shoes and threw them across the room.

She laid flat on her back over her bed in relief, finally taking all the weight off her feet, now in her white knee-high socks she had worn underneath her size 10 flats. Shannon's feet started to feel slightly dense, so she sat up on her bed and crossed her legs. Now sitting cross-legged she took one foot in her hands and started to slowly massage the sole with her thumbs through the sock. She notice it has almost completely lost feeling. As she slightly squeezes the foot it starts to snap then immediately crumbles in her hands. She does the same for the other foot and it also starts to crumble as they become strangely malleable.

What was at first her feet, which was like any other human foot, has now disintegrated into fine grains within her socks. Rendering her feet like sandbags, dangling off each ankle. Shannon's legs then dangle off the edge of her bed, the contents of her socks are of the consistency, as well as the weight of sand. The weight slowly pulling her socks down her calves and off the edge of the bed until they droop on the floor. They eventually plop down, revealing ankles with clean, smooth stumps where feet used to be.

She then slides herself forward, off the end of her bed, onto the ground where her socks fell on the floor. Making sure none of the remnants of her feet spilled onto the floor. She grabs two identical sized trays from under her bed, around about the size of her feet, and lays each in front of her. She picks up one filled sock, and pour its contents to one tray. She picks up the other sock and does the same with the other tray, and then she lays one tray on either side of her.

What she does next is she puts one hand in each tray, smooths over the dust then she slowly begins to caress the grains. She massages her hands back and forth, back and forth. Even pick up a handful of the sand and lets it seep between her fingers. This brings her a strange sense of pleasure.

Once she is done she crosses her legs, still lacking feet and carefully slides the two trays in front of her, being careful not to spill any of her feet on the carpet. She looks around her momentarily and then remembers she forgot something. She was supposed to be going out again later that night and was so tired coming from shopping she forgot to bring herself some water; which she needed. So she shuffled herself sideways until she propped herself up and started walking on her knees. She remembered that there was a drink bottle full of water up on her bedroom shelf, which she could only just reach without having to get up onto her rounded, unstable ankle-stumps.

Shannon shuffled back to the trays right by her bed. She pried open her bottle and pours equal amounts of the water into each tray. Using her middle finger she mixed each one and licked the remaining dust off her finger, a decision she immediately regretted. From under her bed she pulls out two square boxes which she opened up to reveal foot shaped molds. Making sure the two molds are locked together, Shannon funneled the mixture from the trays into the molds, she propped herself back up on her bed and inserted her bare ankles into the large hole in the mold.

While sitting on her bed, waiting for her new feet to set she called up her friends who she was seeing later that evening and after getting changed, fixing up her hair, and perfuming herself, 30 minutes had passed. She sat down in her living room to remove her mold, revealing brand new feet. Testing them out quickly she brushed her hand along the smooth sole and wiggled her toes, they had worked. She clipped her nails to a desirable length and applied a clear coat of varnish before she slid on her thin-strapped high heels and headed out the front door for another outing.