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“You expect me to believe my daughter could’ve done that, well you're sorely mistaken! Y’know what, I’m going to have her transferred out of your class! Teachers like you should no longer have jobs!” Catherine just about shouted, giving her daughter’s teacher a piece of her mind.
You see today in Miss Baker’s class Miss Baker saw that Emily, Catherine’s daughter, tried to punch a kid. Although her eyes were mistaken, it was another kid who did it, not Emily. While reprimanding her in front of the class the other students tried to tell her that she was wrong, but she didn’t believe them.
Miss Baker decided to talk to Emily’s mother person to person about her daughter’s ‘action.’ During her free period, she asked Catherine to come to the school. Meeting in her classroom she told her straight out what Emily did and how she deserved to be punished. Yet, Catherine didn’t believe her. Her daughter was NOT like that.
She had to be mistaken, she knew that her daughter wouldn’t done something like that. Yet, Miss Baker kept insisting it. Finally fed up enough, she gave her a piece of her mind. Looking back at her silently, Miss Baker scowled and lifted her right arm. With a flick of her wrist, she transformed Catherine into a pair of socks.
“This ought to teach you. I know what Emily did, I saw it myself. You might not agree with it, but it did happen.” Miss Baker said as she slid Catherine up her feet.
The first thing she noticed while on Miss Baker’s feet was the smell. Her feet stunk, the stench was horrible. It just about matched the stretch of the teacher's attitude. She felt the first little droplets of foot sweat enter her now cotton body. Becoming one with it. She of course had to experience this in two distinct bodies, adding to her discomfort.
How long was she going to be a pair of socks? Hopefully, not long, she had a daughter to look after, she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life around the feet of a crotchety teacher. It didn’t help that all the tastes and smells were disgusting.
Grabbing her boots nearby, she shoved her feet inside, burying Catherine deep in the recess of them. As she was doing this her free period ended and her students were entering her classroom. Standing up she made sure to do two things. Spend as much time as she could walking and not to think about the mother currently around her feet.