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“What happened, where am I?” Angela asked herself. Looking around she found herself encased in walls of grayed white fabric. She tried to move but couldn’t, in fact, she could do anything but look up, aside from smell and taste something. A disgusting, putrid smell. The taste, a mix of dirt, sweat, and rancid meat.

“Ah you’re finally in your new form.” taunted Diana. “Diana? Oh god, what did you do to me?” Angela asked. “Well,” she laughed “I transformed you into a shoe insole. Not mine though, someone special. Someone who can ruin a pair of shoes really quickly. Sure, it would of been more fitting for me, your rival, to wear you but the person who’s going to wear where you is much better suited.”

Angela began to worry. Who did she know that could absolutely ruin a pair of shoes? One of her friends, maybe a coworker, a relative. Who? She didn’t have to wait long as her new owner stepped into view, herself. She watched helplessly as her old foot jammed its way into her ‘home.’ It uncompassionately squished down on her foam body, getting comfortable.

Her old foot tasted disgusting, not as bad as the taste that permeated throughout the rest of her. As her old body made the first step in her Angela tried to brace herself. She was further squished into the confines of the shoe as her old body started walking. While this was happening Angela realized something, how was she going to become human again?

It seemed that Diana was going to keep her like this and she didn’t have access to her magic. So, she was going to be trapped as her own insole. “No, this can’t be! No! NO!” she screamed to herself. Angela was going to stay this way forever now, her own shoe insole being worn by herself until the end of time, or until she was thrown out.


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