When I was a child and my late Grandmother showed me her magic and told me I had the ability too she made sure to tell me that magic was not to be taken lightly. She stressed the importance of studying a spell thoroughly before trying to to use it because of the potential for things to go horribly wrong if the spell were mis-cast or the effects of the spell not fully understood.
A couple of months a go I broke that rule when I cast the spell I had just found in my late Grandmother’s possessions on a pair of my heels causing me to trade places with them for what was supposed to be 24 hours. The shoes who now looked just like me and had my memories slipped me on her feet and went out to have fun on the town.
Even though it was weird and disorienting to be a pair of high heel shoes with my consciousness and vision split between each of my halves I quickly got used to it. It was interesting being a silent and helpless participant in what the new Susan was doing. Things got weird later in to the night when she starting hitting on another woman that was at the bar we were in and invited her back to my house at closing time. This was shocking to me as I was about as heterosexual as they come. It seemed that even though the new Susan looked like I used to and had my memories she had her own personality. Oh well, it was her 24 hours let her have whatever fun she wanted too I thought. As a pair of shoes I was helpless to do anything about it anyway.
One glass of wine led to another and pretty soon I was laying on the floor next to the bed listening to the two of them go at it for what seemed like hours. When they were done Susan got up and turn off the light and on her way back to bed she kicked my two halves under the bed and soon I heard steady breathing signaling that the two lovers were asleep.
As a pair of shoes I found out I could not go to sleep. I did fall in to an unthinking stupor though and even though I could still see and hear my surroundings they just didn’t seem important to me. I don’t know how long the new me and the woman she brought home were awake and talking before I came to my senses but they were deep in conversation. Even though my left half was on it’s side it was the only half that was positioned to see the two moving back and forth from my point of view under the bed I heard Susan ask the other woman to read something out loud while thinking about her shoes that were still on the floor and tell her what it meant to her. The woman thought it was a little wired but after a couple of second did as Susan asked.
Was Susan having her read the spell?? What was she thinking?! I impotently screamed in my mind as the woman read the spell and after a surprised gasp went silent! From under the bed I saw the woman’s feet glow and start to transform! A few minutes later the swap was done and I heard Susan tell the other new woman to copy the spell to another piece of paper and find more people to swap out and to keep the new objects that result from the swap! Susan then bent down picking up the newly minted shoes and sent the new woman her way.
Needless to say the spell I was under did NOT end in 24 hours like I thought it should have.
Susan now lives the life that used to be mine and changes new victims every chance she gets. She’s been so successful in these two short months that she’s converted the spare bedroom into a shoe closet. Every single pair of shoes and boots sharing the shelves with me used to be living, breathing human beings.
How long will this go on? How many other former objects are out in the world doing the same thing. How long until the former objects are all that is left?? What then?
How many hundreds of millions victims will there be? Victims that would still be living their own lives had I just heeded my Grandmother’s advice from so long ago.