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“Y’know I tried to warn you. If I caught you digging through my dirty laundry again I said you’d get an up close and personal experience through it. Well, we're already up to the me wearing you part so it’s not long before you’ll get to spend some time basking in the musk of my other worn clothes,” Kim told Paige, her socks. “Normally it’s my guy friends who like to dig through my clothes so I was surprised to find you scavenging through my laundry. I was even more surprised to find that you were stealing my dirty socks. We can’t dwell on that now can we, now you have to just focus on being a good pair of socks for me.”

Paige knew she shouldn't have but she couldn’t help herself. She had grown the habit of taking some of her hot friend's clothes for her own use, a friend's bra, another’s jock strap, and so on but never before had she been caught in the act. Of course, it was Kim, the one who she thought had the best feet, was the one who caught her. She was surprised that she was going to let it slide but was excited at the caveat, she couldn’t dig through her laundry unless she wanted to be her laundry.

She had wanted to get a pair of her socks but now she couldn’t. Still, she was deadset in trying to get a pair, so now she had to wait. After some time had passed since being caught, Paige decided to try her hand at securing her pize. One day, while lounging about in her bedroom, Kim left to go get something from another room and left her alone for a few moments. She knew it was her time to strike so, after a few seconds, she silently walked over to her laundry hamper and dug through it until she found her worn prize. Pulling them out she hadn’t noticed that Kim reentered the room.

Kim couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Paige digging through her clothes. That girl couldn’t help herself, now it was time for her punishment. Silently pulling out her phone she activated the TF app and transformed Paige into a pair of socks. Grabbing her off the floor she slipped her on, walked down to her living room, sat on her couch, and propped her socked feet up on a table. Scruching her toes in her, she told her off her current position of getting ready for a trip through her laundry cycle. Despite this being a punishment Kim frankly didn’t care what Paige thought of this, if she liked it that was fine but if she hated it even better.

Paige, despite the shock of it, was loving this. She always wanted to get up close to Kim’s soles so she was having the time of her life wrapped around her feet. This was better than stealing her socks, now she was her socks. Sure, the smell and taste were kind of gross but that came standard with the territory. Feet weren’t supposed to taste good, all she was supposed to care about was protecting and caressing Kim’s feet. Lounging back on the couch, Kim rubbed her socked feet together before promptly not giving Paige a second thought. She was going to treat her exactly like a regular pair of socks, much to her enjoyment.

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