Text:<br /><br />Kathy wasn&#8217;t sure exactly how she kept doing it but she always managed to screw herself over. Whether that be in relationships, jobs, money, or in her most recent hobby, witchcraft. She always did something that would cause her great harm in the long term. Today was no different, she managed to transform herself into a pair of socks.<br /><br />All she did was a simple mistake. While trying to use a spell to change the color of a pair of socks she said a word wrong and instead changed places with the socks. Laying on the floor, she grew angry at herself. She had been living with her roommate, Jenny, &nbsp;for about a year now yet, she hadn&#8217;t told her about her interest in witchcraft. As it seemed currently there was a good chance that she&#8217;d never be human again. How was she going to know that her roommate transformed herself into a pair of socks?<br /><br />Although, for a moment it appeared as though she was going to be saved. Walking into her roomie&#8217;s room Jenny scanned to find her. It appeared as though she&#8217;d gone out. Thinking on it for a moment she decided to get what she entered her room for. Looking down at the ground she spotted them. A new pair of socks, just what she needed. Kathy wouldn&#8217;t mind if she borrowed them, it looked as though she had plenty of socks already.<br /><br />Grabbing her off the floor, her roommate closed her door. Sitting down on their couch, Jenny put on the socks. Kathy couldn&#8217;t prepare herself when Jenny&#8217;s foot was shoved inside her, &nbsp;it now defining her very form. Nor could she prepare herself for it to happen again. It was quite uncomfortable to be worn, with her two halves each moving according to her roommate&#8217;s occasional foot twitches. Immediately after being put Kathy could taste her feet. Their saltiness just about overpowered her &#8216;tastebuds.&#8217; Not to mention the smell that permeated her two halves, just a pure onslaught of funk.<br /><br />Wiggling her feet in the socks, a question appeared in Jenny&#8217;s mind. She had to ask Kathy where she got these socks when she came back, they were so comfortable. If she ever came back, for what it appeared she&#8217;d be staying out, or rather on her roommate&#8217;s feet. Plucking her sneakers off the ground another question popped into her mind, how absorbent were these new socks? Both Jenny and Kathy were about to find out as Jenny left their apartment to go for a jog.<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.