The traffic is being kind to Jasmine today, this is a good thing because she is on her way to pick up her kids from soccer practice. She had just napped during a massage. Already she can't feel her toes and its making it difficult for her to drive. She was considering pulling over but she is nearly there.

Since she wasn't awake during the actual massage, Jasmine isn't exactly sure what happened but she is just assuming the numbness would disappear.

She arrived to pick up her two boys from soccer and drove straight home. As soon as she entered the house she sat down on the couch and kicked off her heels. Much to her own shock she looked down and realized her toes are missing. She felt stupid (and she even had the blonde hair to match). No wonder her feet felt 'lighter'.

She emptied out her handbag onto the table to see if she could find it, even emptied her shoes but it just clicked to her. They must have fallen off at the massage clinic. Her feet would have been so worn from  walking barefoot, changing its shape, playing around with them and letting others play around with them that her toes finally gave in. She was in her forties as well so it must have aged (although she looks around ten years younger).

Jasmine has the body glue, which would re-attach the toes easily, she just needs her toes back. So she calls the number of the place where she got her massage. Someone answers.

"Plantown Massage Clinic, how may I help you?" It was the man from before.

"Hello this is Jasmine from earlier on today"

"Oh h-hi" he responds "is everything fine?"

"That's why I called, you see this might be a strange question but when you gave me my massage today did my toes fall off?"

"Did your TOES fall off?" He was playing dumb.

"Yeah, you see I left in a hurry and they are missing, and I haven't taken off my shoes from the moment I left the clinic and now. So I don't suppose you may have them do you"

"I can't say that I do". He lied.

"Alright, are you sure?" She insisted.

"I  didn't see any."He lied again.

"Well can you do me a favor and go look for them please?" "Call back if you see them."

"Um sure. Sure thing".

"Okay thanks." She hung up.

Jasmine couldn't bare the though of having to wear smaller shoes. Her feet were wide enough already when she had ten toes, now they are just squared-off feet which would have a hard time fitting anything. She liked being barefoot but she didn't feel confident anymore, now that she is toeless.

Her phone rang, she was expecting is to be the masseuse calling back but it was her friend Tiffany. She wanted Jasmine to visit her because she was feeling lonely. Jasmine is quite popular but very few 'friends' of hers are actually friends. She didn't consider Tiffany a friend, they are secretly rivals and hates Tiffany, she just doesn't show it. She hates how she treats people, she hates how she's younger than her and most importantly, she hates how Tiffany and better looking feet than her.

Jasmine promptly arranged for a babysitter to look after her two sons. She answered the door and greeted the babysitter. She left out the door with a vodka bottle and handbag and drove off to Tiffany's place. She still is trying to adjust to driving without any toes.

Jasmine arrives at Tiffany's door and rings the bell.

"Hey bitch." A drunken Tiffany greets Jasmine.

"I see you already started without me" Jasmine responds.

"Don't worry there's enough tequila for you too" Tiffany waves a bottle in her face.

"I'm all good" Jasmine waves her vodka bottle back. Tiffany snatches the vodka bottle off her and walks inside with Jasmine following behind her. they both sat at the coffee table where a bunch of shot glasses lay.

From then on there wasn't really any talking so much Jasmine and Tiffany trading (half-joking) insults with each other, taking shots of alcohol and eventually swigs. But it was mostly Tiffany doing the drinking.

Tiffany, all boozed out is laying on the couch. Sleeping, the same way Jasmine was when she got the massage. She got out her hand bag and got out her 'AltMart' kit. Tiffany's feet were dangling in the air wearing slippers, perfect size 9's. Jasmine still hasn't got the call back and is convinced she never will even if she does, she has the perfect opportunity to get back at Tiffany and get a new set of pretty digits on her feet. Jasmine slowly slid off the slippers, one by one and got out the 'skin softening lotion' so her feet become like clay but she only wanted her toes. That way, using the glue, she can do a quick and easy transplant off from Tiffany's size 9 feet onto Jasmine's size 11 feet. They are going to look small on Jasmine's big feet but she can just shave off the excess width from her foot and make it a size 10.

She got out her the small knife-like instrument from her kit and one at a time cut each toe off. No blood, no mess. Each toe dropped on the floor but she made sure she arranged them in order. She got out the magic glue to attach her new toes then she heard Tiffany.

"Pass the tequila, bitch" She said in her sleep, her eyes were closed luckily. She didn't know she recently lost her toes or about the lotions. Jasmine passed her the bottle then Tiffany held her arms around it against her chest and turned to her side. She went back to sleep.

Jasmine had just glued all of Tiffany's toes onto her feet. She was waiting for it to set so in the meanwhile she was just walking on her heels. One it sets the toes would fuse to the stumps on the end of her feet and she could have full control of them. Then she could drive home as soon as she could, Jasmine didn't have much to drink anyway so she'd be alright on the road.

Her toes are now full attached to her feet, she can wiggle all ten of them so she put on her shoes, looking better than ever. She packs everything in her bag and before she leaves she puts back on the slippers Tiffany was wearing. She will wake up to a surprise. No toes. She will have no idea how it happened and if she asks Jasmine, she would deny anything happened and say she has no memory of the night.

As Jasmine left out the door she whispers. "Thats what you get for screwing me out of my modelling career", and left.