Here’s another TF with a trans-guy featuring the beautiful FTMischief.
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“Still can’t believe you wanted this,” Oliver told his friend Amy “Of all my friends I never expected you to be the foot pervert. Hell, I didn’t even know that you could even do this but of course you did. Despite how weird this I’m somewhat flattered that you chose me to wear you. Also, I gotta say, you’re one of the most comfortable socks I have ever worn.”
This whole scenario didn’t even feel real. For years Amy had dreamed of being a sock. To be wrapped around someone’s foot, her body being entirely under control. To suck up someone’s sweat as they treated her exactly like a sock. It sounded so hot, but this was just a fantasy. At least until recently.
With the surge of mass-market temp-tf powders, Amy’s dream was now possible. Still, she had two important questions to answer, how long was she going to be transformed for and who was going to wear her? She didn’t want to be a sock forever but she also didn’t want to be one for an hour, so how long was adequate for her?
After some thought, she decided a week would be good enough. Long enough to get the feeling of really being a sock but short enough so that her normal life wouldn’t fall apart. Now, who was going to wear her? That answer was obvious, Oliver. For just about as long as she wanted to be a sock she had had a crush on him. Hell, she even fantasized about being his sock.
She decided that Oliver should know about her plan, she didn’t want their friendship to end over this. So, (after talking about it with him) one day after her work shift had ended she drove over to his house, used the powder, and transformed into a sock for him. He quickly put her on and started taunting her, something about this whole setup compelled him to do it.
Amy was in heaven. This was exactly how she imagined it would be but better. She loved the feeling of Oliver’s toes constantly moving about inside her, the taste of his foot, the feeling of his foot sweat getting absorbed into her cotton body, and the way he was taunting her. Gah, this was just so hot. He was treating her exactly like what she was now, a dirty little sock.
After a short while Oliver decided he was done taunting Amy, he wanted to hold true to her wish of being treated like a regular sock. He grabbed a pair of his sneakers, a black high-top Converse that he had owned for a while now, and, without as much a thought of Amy, he shoved his socked foot into one of the shoes subjecting her to its horrid smells. He grabbed another sock, put it on, and put on the shoe.
Stamping his Amy-socked foot into the ground he had to admit that he liked her being his sock. Then again who was Amy, he was just wearing a dirty little sock. Oliver left his home and decided to go for a 4-mile run, determined to give Amy exactly what she wanted. After this, he was going to throw her in the wash and get her purposely mixed up with his other plain white socks.
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