Happy Thanksgiving, thank you to all who have supported me over the past year. Here’s another Living Threads caption.
Also, other TF creators you can make Living Threads captions/stories, just tell me about it. If you have any ideas/want to make your own Living Threads TF post a comment or shoot me a note.
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This was it, the final test. Phoebe had been waiting for it to happen, and today was the start of it. She was going to spend a few days as a woman’s socks.
Unlike most departments at Living Threads, the footwear department had its new members undertake some tests before going out onto the field. In order to be a part of it you had to show how resilient you were and how you could handle being underfoot for extended periods of time. It wasn’t easy spending days on end being stepped on and worn underfoot, so it was necessary to see which employees could handle it.
Each new hire had to go through four tests in order to pass. They endurance tests to see if you could handle being specific items of footwear. The four tests were spending a few days as flip-flops, boots, sneakers/running shoes, and socks. Most newbies could handle being flip-flops, but the further tests they took the fewer and fewer newbies were left. Very few people made it to the socks test, and few even passed it.
This was where Phoebe was now, she had gotten through everything and was so close to joining the department. But she still had to spend a few days as a pair of socks. Despite how kinda gross she found being underfoot, she found it easy to be footwear. All she had to do was be stepped on and sweated in, she figured that a little foot sweat would make her paycheck feel so much better.
You never knew who you were going to be given during the tests, so when her package was opened Phoebe got to see her temporary owner, a young woman maybe in her mid-30s. She was quickly put on, her bodies filled by her feet. What made this particular test difficult was how close you were to the person’s feet, for the most part, you were skin tight to them. Forced to be that close to their feet, inhaling all the scents and tastes involved, absorbing all their sweat.
It was tough, but once you passed it you were bound to join the department. Settling in around her owner’s feet, Phoebe began to taste the first signs of perspiration. A taste she had grown familiar with. She started to calm herself down, she didn’t want to get too excited. It was going to be a boring few days, but it would be worth it. Phoebe hoped that her temp-owner wouldn’t be going to the gym.
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