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Moments like this were all that Melissa cared for now, whenever her owner’s feet left her bodies. Hell, even when she dangled her, or only partially took her foot out were still moments she looked forward to. Sure, she had been her flats for two weeks now but had never gotten used to it.

Each day brought its own uniqueness. Every morning she was left to see if she’d be worn that day or left in the shoe closet. Days like that were great but still bad, Melissa would be forced to spend her whole day staring up at the ceiling with nothing else to do but think.

But it was certainly better than being worn, anything was better than being worn. For most of her time thus far she had been and hated every moment of it. First off she was split in two, so she had to experience everything twice, every step, with no moment of levity.

Then she still had to taste and smell. She was forced to inhale her owner’s foot funk as it became embedded into her insole, after some particularly bad days she’d still be able to smell and taste the funk even after she was taken off.

She was also extra sensitive, every step, every twist of her feet, anything that happened in or to her she could feel to a heightened degree. No part of this was pleasureful, all of it hurt, especially the steps. Nothing can prepare you for when someone forces all their weight onto your rubber, foam body, especially when it keeps happening over and over again.

Step after step, never given a full moment of reprieve. This whole thing was just pure agony, but she had no room to argue about it, she had gotten herself into this situation. It all started with a fight with her best friend, an admittedly nasty fight, which ended with the two becoming ex-best friends.

Of all the ways she expected to be gotten back at, this certainly was not one of them. It wasn’t even until she first found herself in this form that she found out this could happen to people. Waking up to find herself nothing but a pair of shoes belonging to an ex-best friend, having no idea how she was transformed.

But the worst part of all of this was what she was most worried about, how long was she to stay like this. Since ending up as her footwear she hadn’t been spoken to so it was a mystery as to how long she’d be staying down here. Without how much she had made her mad, it was reasonable to assume that she was in for the long haul, especially with how carelessly she had been treated.

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