Text:<br /><br />The only word that could describe Rachel currently was unlucky. She started off her day by finding out that she was not only fired from her job but wasn&#8217;t going to get a last paycheck. Then she got a flat tire while out on the road. Already she had the ingredients for a bad day but it only got worse when she got back home. While lying on her couch she suddenly blacked out.<br /><br />Waking up she at first couldn&#8217;t tell where she was. She was in almost complete darkness, with a sliver of light shining through over her. Weirdly she felt at once both naked and stuffed full of something, something that tasted cottony. Most shocking of all though was that she couldn&#8217;t move. No matter how hard she tried she simply couldn&#8217;t.<br /><br />She also couldn&#8217;t talk or really do anything now but see and taste. While stewing in the darkness she realized that she still had access to another one of her senses as she heard the sound of stomping feet coming closer to her. Suddenly, she was blinded as whatever she was in was pulled into the light.<br /><br />Temporarily blinded, it took a moment to adjust for her &#8216;eyes&#8217; to adjust to her new surroundings. Around her, she was in a plain-looking room with a bright ceiling light almost directly above her. What really caught her attention was what, or rather who was staring down at her. Peering down at her helpless form was her younger sister, Jenna.<br /><br />For some reason, she was now a giantess. Rachel watched as she reached down and roughly grabbed her. She couldn&#8217;t do anything as her sister pulled something out of her. Freaking out, she was trying to process what just came out of her. Unable to see what it was she couldn&#8217;t help but assume the worst.<br /><br />As Jenna walked over to a chair, Rachel got her answer as the two sisters passed a mirror. She saw in her sister&#8217;s hand a pair of socks, where she and whatever was inside her were supposed to be. There was no way she could be a sock, was there? Despite not knowing how, Rachel had become one of her sister&#8217;s socks. <br /><br />Jenna sat down on a chair and to Rachel&#8217;s horror, put her on. Her toes entered her first, each one digging into her fabric as she was stretched over them. She could taste each toe as they settled into place, alongside her sister&#8217;s sweaty sole. The tastes were disgusting, so was the smell. Did her sister ever wash her feet? It didn&#8217;t appear so.<br /><br />Just as quickly as it happened Jenna let go of her and she was snapped onto her foot. Her sister&#8217;s foot now completely filling her up, each little toe wiggle deifing her very fabric form. Still, she wondered what the hell even happened to her. That and how was she going to get out of this? It didn&#8217;t seem like her sister knew about her current predicament, to her she was just another sock.<br /><br />After putting on her socks, Jenna grabbed her favorite pair of sneakers. Sure they were old, and quite smelly, but they just felt so good, especially when she jogged. Which was what she was about to do. As she walked out of her house she noticed that her left foot felt more comfortable than usual. Normally her feet felt great while wearing this pair of shoes, so it was a surprise to find that one foot felt better. &#8216;Must be something that the sock&#8217;s made of.&#8217; She reasoned as she started to pick up her pace, much to her sister&#8217;s discomfort. &nbsp;<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.