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Looking through her mom’s old photos, Angie had come across an interesting one. It was a picture of her with what appeared to be a shrunken and flattened woman stuck to her sole. Conveniently walking past, Jennifer noticed what was in her daughter’s hand. “God, I looked young then,” she said.

“I think I was about 25. Wow.” “Hey Mom, what’s with the woman stuck to your sole?” Angie asked. “Oh, I can’t believe I missed her. She was the woman I dated before I met your mom Heather. She’s right where she belongs!” “Ah, you had told me about her before, but why’s she underfoot?”

“Well, at that time I was madly in love with her, I would’ve done anything for her, but, also at that time, she decided to cheat on me. Seeing as we were some of the only lesbians in our town it truly hurt me to find out what she did. I was obviously upset about it and wanted to do something back to her, but I couldn’t think of what to do, until your mom stepped in.”

“This was before we were dating, we were just friends then, but away. I was telling her what had happened and she offered me a way to put her in her place, without telling me what would happen. So I agreed and she had me set up a ‘make-up’ date where she’d help me get revenge on her. That date came, and as soon she entered my house Heather shrunk her down.”

“The look on her face was just priceless, even more so she told me what to do next, to step on her, which I eagerly did. As soon as I pressed my foot down on her she flattened down, nothing but a sticker on my foot. From there we toyed around with her, doing whatever we could think of with her flat and shrunk body. While she was still on my foot Heather took this photo.”

“I…Wow! What happened to her after this?” “If I remember correctly,” Jennifer said “After we had our fun with her, we stretched her flattened form out and stuck her across one of my shoe’s insoles. I enjoyed walking over her, treating her as nothing but an insole. After that I can’t remember, I’ve long gotten rid of the shoe and had honestly forgotten about her. Hand me the photo, I’ve got to show Heather this.”

After 30 or so years, she was still stuck in the shoe. By this point, she had changed owners multiple times. Going from foot to foot, no one aware of who was under them. Despite losing the functions of her body she still kept all her mental facilities, making her acutely aware of what was happening to her. 

Her current owner was a middle-aged woman who liked to wear her prison around the house, she was completely unaware of her. Despite not liking to buy shoes from stores like that, she had gotten her from a second-hand store. She had bought the pair of shoes mainly because one of the shoe insoles was really comfortable, although, it did look a bit odd. 

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