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“Oh c’mon, I could totally last a day as your sock,” Mackenzie argued to her friend.

“No, you couldn’t,” Ryan replied “By hour three you’d want nothing more than to be off my foot. Hell, by the time we're halfway through the day you’d have absorbed so much of my foot funk that it would stay with you for weeks.”

Looking at him, she scoffed at this claim. “No one’s feet are that bad. How about we do this, I transform myself into one of your socks, you were me for the day, and you talk to me throughout the day asking if I want to be transformed back.”

“I don’t know, with work and all I’d probably forget about you. Plus, I wouldn’t trust myself in transforming you back, you know how bad I am at magic.”

“Okay, so…Just transform me, I’ll be fine. If I can last a day as your sock you have to do whatever I say for a week, if I can’t then I’ll do the aforesaid.”

“Deal,” Ryan said after a few moments of contemplation.

Mackenzie had spent the past few hours as his sock. At first, it wasn’t as bad as he said. Sure, she could taste his feet and assorted foot funk, but it wasn’t that bad. Though, the longer she was kept in his study shoe, the longer the time seemed to be.

Each second started to go by painfully slow, forcing her to stew in his funk for what felt like eons. As she was kept in his shoe, the smells, tastes, and sweat he produced got worse and worse. Only an hour in, she was beyond filled with his foot sweat, feeling like nothing but a wet rag.

By hour five she wanted nothing more than to escape this. All the smells, tastes, and sweat had gotten extremely overwhelming. It had gotten beyond disgusted in his shoe, encased in a tomb of her friend’s funk. If she had to guess, she would assume that it was time for him to check on her.

It appeared so anyway, he had stopped moving. Mackenzie waited with bated breath for him to bring her into the light. Although, much to her hope he didn’t. Like he had said, Ryan had forgotten about her. He knew she was his sock, but he focused on work now.

After an eternity of waiting she accepted that he had forgotten her. With nothing to do but think she tried to find some way to dissociate herself but, with all that his foot produced getting greedily absorbed by her body, it was impossible to do.

Now, she had to last another couple of hours trapped in his disgusting shoe. Although, that didn’t guarantee her freedom. Ryan lived quite a while from his work, and often liked to walk home so… Mackenzie still had a long way to go. 

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