As Tracy walked through the lotion aisle, she looked for a moisturizing lotion for her feet. After browsing for a few minutes, she came across a big bottle of lotion that was on clearance, but it barely had any details on the outside of the bottle. She only knew the price, which was $2.99. She shrugged it off considering that it said “Foot Moisturizer” as that was all she was looking for. She finished up the rest of her shopping and checked out.

When Tracy got home, she went upstairs and laid down her beauty products on her shelf. Her parents weren’t home, so she relaxed knowing that she wasn’t pressured into chores or laundry. She put everything away where it needed to be, and grabbed her lotion. She took off her converse shoes and kicked them across the room. She sat down on her bed, opening and smelling the lotion. It smelled like coconut butter, one of Tracy's favorite scents.

She started applying the lotion thoroughly. She had always taken good care of her feet, but her feet were dry because she had been on her feet all day prior playing on the senior soccer team. As she finished the application of the lotion, she noticed a warm fuzzy feeling on her feet. She assumed it was an effect of the lotion and was nonchalant about it. She stood up and put the lotion on her shelf, and laid down on her bed. She crossed her legs at the ankles and went on her phone for about an hour before noticing something odd. 

Her feet had gone numb. She sat up and felt her left sole, which had no feeling. She then tightly gripped it, hoping for any sort of sensation. Nothing. She began to panic, and tried to shake them awake.

Suddenly, her toe twitched. She sighed a sigh of relief until it twitched again, and again, until all her toes started twitching and wriggling vigorously. She gripped her toes to try to stop them, but to no avail. They persisted and she didn’t know what to do. While her feet were going out of control, Tracy reached for her laundry basket and grabbed a pair of pink ankle socks that she wore to her soccer game. They were worn and a bit smelly, but Tracy didn't care. She pulled them over each of her feet and her feet seemed to have calmed down. Her feet were now not moving at all, and everything seemed okay.

Suddenly, her right foot shot towards her face, and shoved itself in Tracy's mouth. Tracy was unfortunately extremely flexible, so this was easy for her feet to do.

Tracy wrestled with the foot in her mouth and eventually yanked it out, after tasting her sock for about twenty seconds. She held her foot back before it 

She stood up and walked over to her closet. Tracy cried out, however, because this action was completely involuntary.

Her feet were forcing her to walk anywhere they pleased! Tracy began panicking even more, not comfortable with the fact that she couldn’t control where she went! Her left foot began tapping, as if it were casually browsing the closet. Her feet were next to her shoe collection, after all.

”W-What the fuck is happening!?” Tracy cried.

Her feet ignored her and continued browsing the shoes. They finally settled for a pair of lace up sandals and put themselves in them. They walked over to her closed bedroom door and waited.

Tracy knew that they wanted to leave, but there was no way she was leaving the house with a disobedient pair of feet! The left foot began tapping impatiently again, and Tracy held her ground of not opening the door. Eventually, the feet got tired of waiting, so they took two steps back and stood in front of the door. Tracy was confused as to what was happening until her legs shot out in front of her and her feet pulled her towards the doorknob. The feet opened the door with ease and drug her down the hallway. She screamed but nobody was home to hear her. Her feet slid her down the stairs and drug her to the front door, where they again opened it. Her feet stood her up and walked her over to her car door.

She complied with the feet this time, knowing she’ll look crazy if she screamed bloody murder out in the neighborhood. Her neighbors were all in their front yards, participating in the annual block party. It was also a beautiful day, eighty degrees with no clouds in the sky. Tracy opened the car door and her feet stepped into the driver's seat and her right foot placed itself on the petal and her left foot plopped itself on the steering wheel. Tracy sat back on the reclined seat with reluctance and shut the door. She refused to drive with feet that were rebellious.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm driving like this." she said, smug. Tracy had the car keys in her back pocket, and knew that she had the uphand. 

Her feet persisted, however. Her left foot opened the door and her feet walked her out of the car. They kicked off their lace up sandals and stood still for a bit. Tracy thought she had them beat until they started walking towards one of her neighbor’s yards. He was outside standing near his car with music playing in the distance. Tracy's feet made sure to step in thick mud on the way to his driveway, stomping in puddles and submerging themselves in mud, as it had rained the night before. Her eyes widened and she whispered to her feet.

”H-Hey! What are you - WOAH!” she yelled. Her feet forced Tracy to jump on top of her neighbor’s car. 

“The hell are you doing?” Mike, her neighbor, yelled. “Get the fuck off my car!”

Tracy’s muddy feet rubbed all over the top of his car, leaving footprints and dirtying his car; all while he was washing it. 

“Get the FUCK off my car before I call the police!” Mike yelled with a sponge on his hand.

”I-I’m sorry! I can’t control myself!” Tracy yelped. Her feet were now rubbing all over his windshield.

Mike was getting furious. 

“If you don’t get off my car in 5 seconds, I’m calling the cops.”

Tracy blushed and worriedly looked down at her prancing feet. 

“One.”

Tracy thought that she had it under control. People were noticing around, stopping and staring at Tracy from across the street.

”Two.”

Her feet didn’t react at all to his counting, they just continued smearing mud on his car.

”Three.” 

Tracy knew that she could just give up and give the feet their way, but something felt humiliating about it.

”Four.”

Tracy closed her eyes and sighed. She reached in her back pocket and pulled out her keys, to which her feet instantly responded by happily jumping off the car.

”Get out of my face. And if you ever come back here, I’ll call the cops as soon as I see your face.” Mike said, with a red face. Tracy apologized under her breath quietly while her feet walked her back to her car. People looked at her walk all the way back to her driveway.

Tracy blushed as her left foot opened the car door. She sat down, complying with the feet to avoid anymore embarrassment. She started the car and reluctantly laid back as her feet did all the work. Her left foot positioned itself on the wheel and her right foot put the vehicle in reverse. Tracy closed her eyes, hoping that whatever was in that lotion made the feet smart enough to drive. She then remembered that the feet even outsmarted her, contradicting her doubt. She watched as the feet backed out of the driveway and shifted the car to drive. Her feet were now driving her without her having any input on it. She felt ashamed but was quiet throughout the drive, letting her feet do the work.