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So Kate, here are your choices. I know you said that you didn’t care which shoe you became, but it was so hard to choose between the two. Plus, now you can’t blame me if you make the wrong choice, but that’s beside the point.

When it comes to the top shoe, it isn’t as fulfilling as being the other shoe would be. It was one of the most expensive pair of boots I’ve ever bought so I barely wear them. Sure, they feel great but I want to take my time getting my money’s worth y’know.

If you choose to become this pair you’ll spend most of your time in my shoe closet, but when I do wear you you’ll enjoy it. Another thing, as you see there is quiet a lot of little things on the shoes. If you do become this pair then you’ll have to deal with all those attachments’ feelings.

It seems pretty bad, with all those things constantly moving and such, but I’ve never been a shoe, so what do I know? Now, this other pair, if it wasn’t obvious, is quite plain. You won’t be decked out in the perfect goth gal look, but you’ll still be gothic.

This pair is one I’ve been constantly wearing, don’t act like you don’t know this Kate, I’ve caught you staring at them before. As such they’ve gone through their fair share of abuse. I can’t guarantee it but your initial sense of feelings as this pair won’t be good.

Your tongue would be filled with months of dried sweat, foot funk, and all the dirt I’ve picked up. Plus you’ll be broken in, so you’ll intimately know every contour of my feet before I ever put you on. Whether you enjoy it or not wouldn’t be my problem. As such, whatever pair you decide to become will be treated as exactly that, a pair of boots.

You did say that you want to be my shoes permanently, so why treat you any differently? So no more humane treatment, conversations, or viewing you as a human. From the moment you make your choice you’ll be nothing but footwear.

I know you're excited, I can see you blushing. Now, what’ll it be? The top shoe, destined to spend most of your life in my shoe closet, barely being worn, or the bottom shoe, where you’ll spend part of your life under my feet before I either throw you out or donate you. It’s your choice, after all, Kate. 

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