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“Hehe, won’t you look at that Ms. Weaver, you’re already starting to stain.” taunted Mia. “Looks like you’re one step closer to living the life of a pair of socks, all we need to do now is to run you through my laundry cycle and into my sock drawer.”

“After that, you’re truly mine. Water makes this form permanent, so it’s only a matter of time before you can say goodbye to your human life. No long would you be Ms. Weaver but a pair of socks, my socks. I just know you’re going to love it, as I am as well.”

She still couldn’t believe it. After teaching at her high school for almost 20 years Ms. Weaver had never expected to end her teaching career wrapped around a student's feet, but here we are. Not only was she reduced to fabric but the reason why was frankly even more unbelievable.

Having always liked to maintain the best volleyball team possible, it came as no shock to her when Mia begged to be a part of it. She was quite a popular young woman and the oldest of the seniors, having already turned 18. Plus, her parents were filthy rich.

Though, despite her status and begging she refused to have her on the team. Mia was not the best player, nor was she horrible. She was perfectly average, perfect for a regular high school team but not hers. Much to her disappointment, Mia settled herself on somehow getting back at her for this.

That came when during her prep hour one day, she sneaked into her office. After a short heated argument, Mia swiftly transformed her into a pair of socks. A pair which she couldn’t help but put on right this minute. Securing her around her feet, she slid her shoes back on before quietly exiting her office.

She was beyond mad, what right did that vain little bitch have to do this to her, let alone because of not giving her a spot on her team! Though, she could only think of that for so long as she quickly got disorientated. She could feel each step in her fabric body but being unable to see them caused her mind to go haywire.

Not only that but she could acutely taste and smell the senior's feet, her smooth soles filling her bodies completely. She could feel it whenever she twitched a toe or scrunched her feet inside of her. With that, she could also taste her acrid foot sweat as it was absorbed into her.

After hours of this, she was surprised when she was suddenly removed from her shoes. But she was greeted with her captor taunting her and telling her what was to come of her. Ms. Weaver was to be Mia’s socks for the rest of her life. A helpless pair of socks belonging to a popular high school senior, nothing more.

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