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“Come on girls, smile. Try and get your legs in the center,” Ashley told her friends. “Try and make Mary jealous that she wasn’t here, enjoy yourself.” Sensing the perfect photo she snapped a pic, capturing all the girls in it and all of Mary. Where was she, well, underfoot.

Rather, under feet. She was six pairs of shoes, four pairs of closed-toed heels, one pair of open-toed heels, and one pair of flats, being worn by her friends. Kate, Jess, Lily, and Phoebe got her as the closed-toed heels. Beth got her as the open-toed and Hailey got her as the flats.

All the women were completely unaware of what made their shoes special, aside from the fact that they were weirdly comfortable, but that had to do with what they were made of, right? Only Ashely knew the truth about the shoes, and she loved it, as she transformed Mary herself.

Why? Well, she did flirt with Ashely’s boyfriend, so…she deserved a fitting punishment. Sure, it was a bit cruel to split her over six pairs, 12 shoes, but she shouldn’t have tried getting with her boyfriend. This wasn’t going to be permanent, at least intentionally. By the end of the night, she was going to be human, if she was lucky.

Ashley had made it so that Mary would get an auto reversal, as long as all her parts were in the same area by Midnight. That wouldn’t be that bad a rule if the party didn’t end at 11 or if Hailey was known for leaving parties early. It was almost guaranteed that she was going to stay as the women’s shoes.

But that was what she deserved, being a flirty bitch and all. Part of her wondered how Mary was feeling, having her mind split over 12 shoes with 6 owners with different walking styles and feet. Mary must really hate it, which was exactly what she wanted. A perfect fate for her. 

Ashley was right, Mary hated this, although she couldn’t think that she was. Being spread across 12 shoes she was subjected to a step in her form every couple of seconds. Each step would cause her mind to go fuzzy, effectively scrambling some part of her brain for the entire party. Not only that but she could still taste.

Thankfully though most of her wearers were wearing tights, but that only helped so much. She was able to still taste their soles, the sweat produced by them, and all that was picked up on her bodies. She was also able to smell, being forced to stew in six women’s varying foot funk for hours on end.

By now Mary was beyond sorry for what she did, but it was too late. As the hours got later and later and most of her wearers left the party her fate was sealed. She didn’t even know that there was a chance that she could transform back, but now it was over. Now she was just six women’s pairs of shoes, nothing more. 

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