Given the advent of mass access to Tf powder, it was only natural for Sandra to indulge in her formerly unquenchable desire. For years, she had dreamed of it, longed for it. It was often something she waited to tell her partners about.
Whenever she did, they’d often look at her as if she were crazy or just with pure disgust. For the most part she’d date rather the cookie cutter variety, basic straight guys who only wanted to fuck her and not allow her to explore her fetishes.
This was the norm, at least until she started dating Mark. Like her, he was also a dirty rotten pervert. Being the more dominant of the two, and with easier access to what he wanted, Sandra always gave him what he wanted.
Then again, what he wanted was easy to give. He was your standard ass man, always had been, so all it took from her end was a little face sitting and he was happy. She was happy about this too, but wanted to indulge in her fetish.
It started a little apprehensively at first; hell, it took her a while to finally admit what turned her on. She was a foot fetishist, had been so for a long time, with a definite preference for male feet. Oh, how she longed to get under a guy’s foot.
It was always hard for her to admit this to someone, but with Mark, she felt he was open enough to accept it. To which he did. Her exploits started off small, little foot worship sessions here and there, but it naturally progressed.
Her longstanding desire was to become a sock, or socks, and to be used as such by a guy. So, the two began highly detailed roleplay. Still, this didn’t satisfy her itch. She wanted more than ever to actually experience some time as his sock.
For a couple of months, she begrudgingly roleplayed it, with it bringing her some pleasure. Month after month of just fantasizing about it with him grew to be a bore. It was nice to picture it, but she wanted to live it.
During this time, TF powder began to gradually meet the intrigued and perverted masses. Soon enough, the couple had talked about experimenting with it, mostly Sandra. After some long and careful talk, Mark revealed that he didn’t feel comfortable wearing her.
He would like to experiment with the powder before jumping immediately to easily lost footwear. Disappointed in this outcome, she began to think of ways to get what she wanted behind his back. With this consumer version of the powder, it locked people in their forms.
The only way to transform back into human was with some reversal powder, otherwise, the person would be stuck as whatever form they took. Their forms weren’t random, they just had to think of what they wanted to become after being drenched in the powder.
Thinking on it for a couple of days, she decided to go ahead and become a pair of socks for him. So she promptly bought the needed powders, and within a couple of days, they shipped to her house.
Now, beyond excited, she could hardly wait to use the powder, but she had to be careful with how she used it. She knew that Mark’s mother would be liable to take her, seeing as she always hated her and that he still lived at home.
With some planning, she came upon a perfect date where she would be out of the house, and so would she, so that she could leave herself to him, alongside a note. The date soon came, and so she put her plan into action.
Having been given a house key, she snuck inside his house, bringing along the note and powders. Sneakily, she made her way to his bedroom before closing its door behind her. On his bed, she laid the note and reversal powder.
Next to it was herself, TF powder in hand. With one deep breath, she covered herself with the power, picturing herself becoming a pair of socks. Having read up on the powder beforehand, she was surprised that she wasn’t transformed already.
Normally, those who use the powder become what they think of in less than ten seconds, but they had already passed. As she contemplated the powder being a fluke, she began to transform.
What hit her first was the feeling. From head to toe, all over her skin, she felt extremely tingly. From there her body spilt in two, being split diagonally. Then she began to shrink, both of her halves quickly going from her 5’6 stature to less than two feet long.
Her body began to hollow out too, alongside her flesh becoming fabric. Inch by inch of her body became soo until she looked like a regular pair of socks, save for her color. On the outside, she looked like a human but molded into the form of a sock.
Soon enough, the final bit of the powder worked its magic and her fabric, human-looking from became an almost uniformly black fabric. Her transformation was complete, for the time being, she was going to be a pair of socks, Mark’s pair of socks.
Eagerly now, she awaited for him to find her. What she hadn’t accounted on was for how boring this going to be. With nothing to do but look around his room, she tried to fill her mind with her fantasy. That was pretty easy to do, having thought about it for years now.
Now it was going to become real, in a few short hours it would. A few hours latter, Sandra had entered a sort of mindless trance, almost meditating to make the hours pass. From the depths of the ‘mind’ she heard his front door open.
Immediately, she snapped out of it, excited to finally be worn by her boyfriend. She heard him close the door and walk somewhere. She was beyond excited as he heard his footsteps come closer and closer to his room. Stopping at his door, he opened it.
Who greeted her wasn’t Mark, but his mother, June. Now her excitement turned to fear; if she could cower, she would. She was the last person she wanted to have find her. Looking around his room, she noticed her.
Walking up close, she looked at what was on her son’s bed, she was a bit confused. All there was were two bottles of what looked like powder, a note, and two black socks. Picking up the note, she began to read it, a smile slowly coming up on her face. It read:
“To Mark (my dearest boyfriend),
I know it will be a little shocking to find myself and the TF powder and reversal powder on your bed, but don’t worry. I know I went behind your back to do this, but you know I wanted this to happen. I couldn’t wait until we had used the powder a few times before I became a pair of socks for you, so here we are. Use me as long as you like and make sure to use the reversal powder to transform me back.
Your loving girlfriend,
Sandra XOXOXOXOX”
“Well, well, well, won’t you look at that?” June asked, “This is just perfect. You willingly transforming into socks for my son, ain’t that just gross? Let me guess, you’re a foot fetishist, aren’t you? I should have known, I always had a bad feeling about you.”
“That’s just in the past now, for now you’re just a pair of socks. My socks. Mark won’t be needing you know, just like how we’ll neither need the note you graciously left him or the reversal powder.” She said while chucking both into a nearby garbage bin.
“Now you’re just mine, isn’t that great. I’ve always needed a way to get rid of you, and this is just perfect. I didn’t have to do anything at all. I don’t think my son would want to date a pair of my socks, don’t you? Well, I better put you on, you are my socks after all.”
Still ‘frozen’ with fear, Sandra practically screamed as the middle aged woman grabbed one of her halves. With no way to protest, she just had to let her put her on. She did slowly, saving the feeling of wearing her son’s good-for-nothing girlfriend, adorning her feet.
Having long gotten accustomed to the extremities of Mark’s feet, she was blindsided by hers. Immediately, she picked up on her foot’s taste, a potent mix of dried feet, dirt, sweat, and just pure filth.
As she was pulled up her rough sole, it felt as if her body and tongue were being dragged over sand paper, and that’s not to mention the smell. It was obvious that she had been wearing shoes for the past couple of hours because the smell was just putrid.
An acrid mix of sweat and just general funk, none of it hot in the slightest. Secured around her foot, June grabbed her other half and repeated the process. This was just as disgusting as the first time, even more so.
Now she had to taste, smell, and feel everything doubly. Her mind could barely handle it, especially knowing this was going to be her form from now on. Satisfied with putting Sandra in her place, Mark’s mother left him room, leaving no trace of his girlfriend behind.
What she wasn’t ready for was the feeling of being stepped in. One half of her was briefly lifted into the air for a few seconds before being crushed down onto the dirty ground. Each step practically knocking the wind out of her intimate form.
Each step crushing her fabric body under the weight of this middle-aged bitch. Whenever part of her body hit the floor, it picked up any dirt and debris with it. In only a couple of steps, she felt covered in dirt, hair, and gunk.
Thankfully, or as much as she could be in this scenario, she decided to lie on her couch. So after a couple of seconds of being painfully stomped into the ground over and over again, she was brought up off the ground.
She stretched her feet over the couch’s arm and relaxed. Deciding it would be much more entertaining to taunt her, June began to rub one of her Sandra-covered feet up and down her leg. Over and over she was.
Each rub disoriented her more and more, and caused her tastes to go haywire. Just the feeling of it alone was bad enough, being swayed back and forth as her body stretched itself around her foot. Soon enough, she grew bored.
It was fun to tease her, but she couldn’t do it all the time. No, she would just let nature take its course, deciding to treat her like a regular pair of socks. For the rest of the day, she was given no subsequent thoughts, no care for her.
Sandra wanted nothing more than for this to end, hoping that she was only bluffing, inbetween all the times she was winching due to the pain and strenuous feeling of being entirely, tightly, wrapped over her disgusting, middle aged feet.
The end of the day came, and so did Mark, not paying any attention to the socks his mother was wearing. Like always, June went to bed in some night clothes, so in her room she stripped down. Tossing her dirty clothes into her laundry bin one by one, she saved Sandra for last.
“Wasn’t that just a great day socks. You know now how the rest of your existence will be, she taunted.” “It won’t be exactly like this but close enough, in between all the days you wait in my sock drawer and laundry bin that is.”
“I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, and you never know, I might give you to Mark one day, after he has forgotten about you, though.” Sandra was speechless, all thanks to herself; she was trapped.
Peeling her off her feet, she dropped her into her dirty laundry bin, ontop of the previous day’s clothes. Under her was the musk of this older woman, a musk that slowly enveloped her form. Although she was already imprinted with her foot funk.
Soon enough, more clothes would be piled ontop of her, then even more before she was washed. At that point, she would be just another one of Mark’s mother’s socks. A pair of socks that used to be his girlfriend. But that was all over now. Now she just had to worry about being torn or lost.