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Looking down at her socks, Mrs. Bennet realized she may have gone a bit too far. Sure, her goal with this punishment was to make Layla never think to rebel again, but it wasn’t to wear her to rags. But with the first signs of a hole starting to grow in her fabric, it appeared to be the latter.

Part of her was quite scared to see how she would be once she transformed her back into human. Would she still be the same, would she be a better student, or, worst of all, would she now be obsessed with her feet? With how long she had worn her, she feared that the latter would end up being true.

If that was the case, she couldn’t keep her as human, that’d be too weird. To have a troublesome student now wanting to be under her foot, whether as a human or sock wouldn’t look good on her record. If it came to that then Layla would become her socks again.

Still, she had to transform her back into human. Mrs. Bennet did say that she was only going to wear her for three months and with them up and gone she had no choice but to make her normal again. With today being the day she was supposed to transform her back she was quite worried.

Hopefully, Layla wouldn’t be too fucked up after spending the past few months constantly wrapped around her feet, if she was, then she’d have to take whatever punishment was thrown her way. Though, she didn’t want to transform her back now. 

It was still a school day, with it only being the start of fourth hour, her prep period. Layla wouldn’t mind spending another couple of hours wrapped around her feet, right? Well, she would just have to deal with it. With no other socks to wear, she was unwilling to give her up now. So, for the rest of the day, she would be her socks, at least until she got home.

More than anything, Layla just wanted off of her feet. Having spent three months of her life tasting, smelling, feeling, comforting, and being adorned by them she just wanted to be human again. After the first month, she had definitely learned her lesson, these past two months have just been overkill.

But with no way to tell her, she was forced to suck it up, and her foot sweat. Forced to spend day after day wrapped around her feet, and in her disgusting shoes, whether it was sneakers, boots, or flats. This was all just disgusting. As her first hole started to develop it became clear to her that she now was to be the best student she could be, she feared ending up at Mrs. Bennet’s feet ever again.

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