My second M/f story, this time featuring an oft-forgotten character in TF stories/captions, a trans man. I made this cause we should be inclusive in the TF community. Anyone could want to be worn by someone. Made not to fetishize trans-men but to include them in the&nbsp;<span><span>fun</span><span>.</span></span><br /><br />Also, I say trans rights. If you don&#8217;t, then fuck off and unfollow me, I have no use for assholes liking my TF stories.<br /><br /><br />Text:<br /><br />Well, I didn&#8217;t think he&#8217;d go this far, but then again, what I did say was wrong. In retrospect I shouldn't have gone for his jugular, I should&#8217;ve just shut up and walked away for a little bit. But no, me and my impulsive mouth. This all started during one of our arguments.<br /><br />Out of our 7 months of dating each other, we maybe argued like 4 or 5 times, and those times were about minor things. This argument was different though. It stemmed from us being a few days behind on our bills and it only grew from there until I reached its boiling point. <br /><br />After going back and forth on whose fault it was I made the mistake of accusing him of it being his fault, due to, I don&#8217;t even want to say what I accused him of. All I&#8217;m gonna say is that his being trans may&#8217;ve been part of what I said. I know I shouldn&#8217;t have said it and I regret it now, but at the moment we were both livid at each other.<br /><br />After I said it he looked at me, hate in his eyes, and recited a spell. You see, Nathan was a wizard, not a great one but he knew how to properly use/say a spell. For the most part, he never used spells on me or himself, only when we were in the mood to &#8216;use&#8217; each other. So to say I was shocked as I was hit by the spell is an understanding. Though, it didn&#8217;t hit as hard as when I soon after hit the floor.<br /><br />In an instant, my anger went away and I was filled with regret. I didn&#8217;t mean what I said to him and wished I could take it back. I tried to voice my apologies but I couldn&#8217;t talk, in fact I couldn&#8217;t do anything I once could. I could only see. Walking over to me, Nathan started taking off his shoes. He then started one of his feet closer to me.<br /><br />I felt it enter me then I realized what he transformed me into, a shoe, maybe a boot due to how thick I felt. Weirdly though I felt half full, and then once more he put his foot in me. Yes, that&#8217;s right, he transformed me into a pair of shoes, his shoes. Stepping in me, testing me out, he looked down at me, angry.<br /><br />&#8220;This is what you get, you bitch! I told you to never bring up who I am during an argument but you just had to! You&#8217;re lucky I still love you, otherwise, your punishment would last longer. Hell, I could&#8217;ve done something really nasty to you, but I couldn&#8217;t bring myself to. To be honest with you, I haven&#8217;t decided how long you should stay my shoes. If I was cruel I&#8217;d say two months, but I don&#8217;t think you&#8217;d mentally last that long. So, I figure I&#8217;ll decide when I feel like you&#8217;ve learned your lesson. If not, well I guess I now own another pair of boots. Also, you better have realized your mistake, otherwise, more time at my feet for you!&#8221;<br /><br />He made that last point by really stepping down on me. Nathan didn&#8217;t have to worry about that, I was already regretting saying it. As the first droplets of his foot sweat passed through his sweaty socks and into my &#8216;insoles&#8217; I sincerely hoped that we could patch up after this. I thought this as he started walking in me, making me disoriented.<br /><br /><br />The image used doesn't belong to me and I will remove it at the behest of the copyright owner. I claim no ownership of the image.