Brittany just woke up at someone else's place, an apartment, remembering the party she had attended last night.

Well not all of it, as she was under the influence of quite a lot of alcoholic substances as it seemed, which explains why the previous night was such a blur to her.

She goes to get out out of bed and as she steps out she loses her balance and trips over and falls on her front. She must still be feeling the effects of the previous night.

She twisted her body and sat up right, after taking a second to readjust she looks at her legs right in front of her and is mortified to see what happened to her feet.  
All of her toes are missing.

She couldn't believe it so she had to look up close, she took one foot onto her hands and felt around each foot but nothing was there.

Now she knows something is wrong, she clearly remembered what she wore the previous night, they were high heels with the toes exposed.

She knew whatever happened last night had something to do with this.

So she stopped panicking and carefully pulled herself back up and crudely balanced herself on the remains of her feet.

Slowly, she walked her way to the door and slowly opened it.

Taking a peak, she didn't see anyone in the dining room and didn't hear so much as a noise, maybe the apartment unit is empty.

Brittany walked over to the dining room table with two pairs of shoes laid out and in between, a note directed to her which reads:
MISS ME?

One pair she instantly recognized, they were the high heels that she wore the night before, exact same pair size 8 same color and everything.

The other pair is what looks to be plain looking, black flats except there is no room for toes and is instead cut-off at where the base of the toes would be.

She sat down and put them on, scarily enough they were a perfect fit for her.

She yelled out a few times to see if anyone else was home but no answer.

Isn't that great? She is alone, somewhere she doesn't recognize with something of a hangover and no toes.

Her phone, among a lot of her other possessions she had brought with her to the party were nowhere to be found.

She was dressed in only a bra, underpants, a tee-shirt which extends about half-way down her thighs and her shoes she recently put on. As she was searching the place (which was unusually bare) she found no clothes other than a jacket which she also put on.

The fridge was empty (which would have disappointed her if she wasn't hungover) but she noticed a card on the fridge which has the details for a clinic for women with unusual problems with their feet.

She called for a taxi to send her to the address which is named on the card, spotting a piggy bank, which to her delight has a few dollars.

She exited the unit, carrying her last night's shoes and slowly stepped down the stairs and by the time she left the building, the cab had arrived

The surface where the toes would have been is surprisingly smooth, no scars or stitches, makes her wonder how her toes were removed in such a way.

She arrived at the clinic which she slowly entered, hoping they could give her answers.

Then she entered and marched towards the front desk as quickly as she could without trying to look at the other patients in the waiting room, and made her appointment.

Sitting down and waiting, along with all the other women with their own foot anomalies. Slowly her eyes began to wonder around the room and observed each patient one by one.

There was one patient whose feet have ballooned to a larger, rounder size with the toes pointed in all different directions from their deformed growth.

There was another without feet, just nubs at the ankles. She has her legs crossed and has two small bags of sand resting beside her, presumably what's left of her feet (she probably doesn't even want to know).

One woman has her legs up with her feet resting on a chair opposite to her. The feet are arching over with her toes drooping down as well, looks almost bent in half, the rubbery flexibility of them.

There's even a young woman with her feet turned all the way upside-down and occasionally she can twist it around. Her soles are facing upwards including her toes which can bend either way. Up and down.

Brittany is only missing parts, which compared to everyone else in the room, is normal. She can't believe such a place exists.

The woman with the enlarged feet comes and sits next to her.

"How did you lose them" she asked, knowing full well she has toeless feet inside those squared slippers.

"Just woke up like that". She responded. "What's your story?"

"I think I had a reaction to an Altmart product, but at the moment I'm not too sure" She started rubbing along the surface of her round feet, with her spaced-apart toes wiggling. "What's your name?"

"I'm Brittany"

"Must be your first time here, right?" The woman said.

"...and my last hopefully" Brittany replied, dryly. The woman laughed.

A doctor (for lack of a better term) came out with a clipboard and called for an "Alice".

"That's me", the woman with the round, swollen feet sitting next to Brittany. "You should come in with me".

"Are you sure?"

"Well it is your first time? I'll just tell him you're with me" Alice said.

"Whatever."

They are both being led by the doctor into a his room, looks like a normal doctor's room but with more unusual things. Molds shaped like feet, an assortment of creams, different foot anatomy charts on the wall as well as a poster of a ballerina who has literally flattened the end of her toes so she can perform better.

The doctor injected some sort of liquid into both of Alice's enlarged feet. After a few minutes, her toes started to drop off at once. Whats left of her feet were turned into wobbly sacks.

Brittany was looking on in horror, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was wondering if this is how her toes were removed. Even still, how that was supposed to work, there was no blood or anything.

"Hey Brittany, do you like it" Alice turns to her and smiles referring to the swollen blobs hanging off the end of her legs.

The doctor collects the toes which have fallen off and places them into a bag which he then zips close. "You two stay here, I'll be back" he says, smiling before he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

"Okay, what the HELL is going on?" Brittany desperately exclaims. "and what is 'Altmart?"

"Altmart sells body maintenance products, the feet especially are under quite a lot of pressure for a lot of women" She explains. "They've got products that models can used to fit into smaller shoes comfortably, or products just for having nice feet."

"I just saw the doctor give you an injection and your toes just fell off, is that normal? What was that all about?" Brittany responded, still confused.

"He's fixing my feet" Alice is jiggling her misshapen feet with her fingers. "Do you want to play with them?"

The doctor came back in with a trolley. He was holding an envelope which he handed it to Brittany, it seemed to be written the same way the message from the morning was. But before she opened it up and read it, she decided to watch what he was going to do next with Alice's feet.

He injected her again then inserted a needle attached to a tube to her feet. This shrunk them down to a certain size so they no long resembled blobs but toeless feet just like Brittany's.

Then he took out a tray with ten toes laid out and placed them in order back onto her feet.

"Just give it a few minutes and you should be good to go". She said to her.

Brittany opened the letter and said:
MEET ME AT 12 NOON BACK AT THE APARTMENT

Its 9:56 already, I put the envelope and letter into my pocket before Alice sees it.

"Now its your turn, Brittany." The doctor turned to Brittany.

As much as she would like her toes back Brittany has got to find out what has happened last night.

She was outside the clinic, sitting down and reading over the two notes from the morning, especially the newer one. She actually had no idea who it could be.

She spotted a barefoot Alice from before as she was walking to her car. Brittany limped over to her.

"Excuse me!" she tries to get her attention "Is it alright if I can get a lift? I'm kinda out of money."

"Hmm" Alice exhales "only if you let me wear those shoes". She points to the shoes Brittany was carrying with her, the same shoes she wore the previous night.

She might as well let her wear them. So Brittany sighs then says "Sure you can".