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With her carelessness towards me, it’s reasonable to assume that Clara doesn’t know about me. Then again, it should be obvious, I don’t look like my usual self. I don’t think that there is much in common, in terms of appearance, between a twenty-year-old woman and a sock. But that's just my opinion. Still, what if she does know that I’m her sock?
My god, that’s just what I am now. A single, lonesome, sock. Belonging to a young woman like me, but who isn’t currently a sock. God, that’s so hot. To be honest I didn’t know how this happened…Ah, who am I kidding, I’m by myself now so I can ‘tell’ the truth. If it weren’t for my sheer impulse horniness I wouldn’t have become a sock.
As you can probably assume, I have a foot fetish. A pretty bad case of it, in a heartbeat I’d be ready to get on my knees for a pretty woman’s feet, but anyway. My fetishism reached the point where I wanted to spend some time around a foot, not just under one. Sure, I’ve been foot dommed before but I really wanted to be wrapped around another woman’s foot as her footwear.
After a little searching, I discovered a spell to transform me into a sock, for a day or so. In my fetishism, I decided right then and there to use it. Although, I made sure I was in my roommate’s room before I said it. In a flash I fell to the ground nothing more but a simple sock. Hours passed before Clara came home and put me on.
When her foot entered me it made me realise I misjudged what it’d feel like as a sock. I thought it’d be pretty mundane. It. Wasn’t. It felt so fucking good. Clara’s foot defiing my very shape, every little twitch of her toe causing me to move, my entire existence now under her grasp. It felt so good and I felt so horny. Then, through my pleasure, I started to get acquainted with the tastes and smells around and in me.
They weren’t bad, but they weren’t pleasant. They were bearable, partly due to the myriad of feet I’d gotten to know in my past (what can I say, I was a fetishistic bitch), but a little gross. Still, that aspect wouldn’t diminish my enjoyment of this. It felt great to be a sock. I can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner.
I’m just a bit worried though, I wonder if Clara knows about this? I mean she can’t, she didn’t see me transform, but… If she did find out then my social life and our friendship would be ruined. I hope that doesn’t happen, otherwise I won’t be able to see her pretty feet anymore. I guess I should enjoy her foot inside me, in case that happens.
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