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Melissa honestly couldn’t believe how naive Ella was. Not only did she transform her but she specially made sure what form she was, so why was she so deadset on her being a shoe insole? She could get it if she thought she was the shoe, but she wasn’t that.

Ella didn’t even transform her into any part of the shoe, in fact, she was being worn on the same foot that the shoe she thought Melissa was in. She had been transformed into a sock, the very one on her foot at this moment. 

Like the insole, she was subject to all that she wanted down to her albeit while she was unaware. To a certain extent she knew she was causing her torture, but not in the intended way. Being a sock only added to the torment she was already subject to.

She was forced to acutely taste her foot, with her body being literally wrapped over it. She was subject to the same foot sweat though a lot more directly as it was sucked up into her cottony form. Like the insole, she was basked in the everpresent musk of her foot.

Although, unlike it, she was at least washed, every week or so. She had been transformed nearly a month ago so she had been washed and worn about four times. Aside from that she spent most of her time in her laundry bin and sock drawer, each awash with Ella’s scent.

Day in and day out she was forcibly reminded of her new owner, while she was still unaware of what she had really done. Sooner or later she was going to realize what she had done, she had to. The whole reason this happened was because she had made Ella mad.

Soon enough she’d forgive her and transform Melissa back, hell, she promised her she would. She didn’t say how long she’d stay like this though, which was the real bitch. Unlike a shoe insole, she had a really limited shelf life.

This was only aggravated by how heavily Ella abused her shoe insole, which she was subject to. She feared that in only a couple of moments, hell in only a few weeks, she’d be nothing but rags. Hopefully, she’d realize her mistake in time.

If she didn’t then, well, Melissa would either be in a landfill or acting as a cleaning rag for her. Until then though she was nothing but a foot receptacle for her naive friend. When she was normal again, she was certain to get back at her for this. 

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