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All that Mya could really muster from herself was a barely audible whimper, a whimper that only she could hear, currently the only sign she was once a human. Almost everyone who saw her thought she was just a regular pair of flats belonging to their teacher, Mrs. Holloway.

Not even she could tell her apart from a normal pair, though she knew exactly who her flats used to be, she did transform her after all. No matter how hard she tried in class, Mya was always considered one of the worst students.

It wasn’t her fault, at least, some of the time. Sure, she was a bit of a bully and rarely did classwork, but that was understandable, right? Anything she did in her classes always drew the ire of her teachers, most of which disliked her. No matter what, she was never considered a ‘good kid’.

After months of this treatment she had had enough, and seeing as this was her final year in high school she reasoned that she had nothing to lose. So, the next time a teacher would get on her ass about something she’d get back at them. This happened pretty quickly as that same day, a teacher got under her skin.

It was her English teacher, Mrs. Holloway, who did so. All she did was be late, and she went off on her, to which Mya promptly went off on her as well. After a couple of minutes of heated arguing, she could tell that she was done with her, but she didn’t process what her teacher could do to her. So, it came as a shock when she suddenly transformed her.

She watched as she quietly slipped off her current shoes and slipped her on, Mya had become a pair of flats. Stomping her feet down in her for a few seconds, she continued class as if nothing happened. Beyond shocked, it took her a moment before it really set in on what happened. She had become a lifeless pair of shoes, nothing but footwear for her teacher.

Much to surprise she retained all her senses, causing her to taste her disgusting feet, her acrid foot sweat, and smell the quiet musk of them. No one seemed to mind the fact that she was transformed, least of all Mrs. Holloway. As soon as she was put on she had been treated like a regular pair of flats.

After what felt like hours of being stood and stepped in, the hour ended. Thus the day's cycle of giving her teacher support as she taught began. The longer the day went on, the less and less she seemed to care about her, roughly stepping in her and the like. By fourth hour, she just wanted this to end.

Mya was beyond sorry about this, wanting nothing more than to become a human again. Though, that wish would fall on deaf ears, just like her unperceptable whimpers. She had another couple of hours before she became human again, it was only until Mrs. Holloway was back home that she’d be transformed back, if she even remembered about the senior at her feet. 

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