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With each flex of her aunt’s toes in her cotton bodies, Alice silently whimpered more and more. It wasn’t like she could do so verbally, she was a pair of socks now after all—a pair of socks belonging to her still unaware aunt Clara.

She was surprised it had taken her this long to find her, given how as far she knew transformed people were supposed to feel more comfortable than normal clothing. Still, if that was the case it didn’t necessarily grant her freedom.

Her aunt was the type to barely acknowledge something like that, being more suited to just enjoy it. As a result, she would just enjoy her niece’s comfort rather than connecting the dots that someone was wrapped around her feet.

Besides that, Alice tried all manner of things to get her attention. At first, she tried speaking to her, before discovering that socks of course can’t talk, followed by her trying to vibrate her bodies to get her attention.

Likewise, as nothing but inanimate fabric, there was nothing she could do. Instead, she was forced to spend the day at her feet. An experience that was wholly awful starting from its initial moments. She hadn’t intended to become her socks in the first place.

Having been living with aunt for a few days now it was only fate that caused her to be found and worn by her. Alice had been practicing some of her family’s magic before using an unfamiliar spell and finding herself on her feet.

From there everything just got worse. With her body split in two any movement in her bodies felt even more unpleasant, especially with how sensitive they now were. Any toe wiggle or scrunch would shoot waves of intense feeling throughout her cotton bodies.

The feelings themselves were bad, especially when Clara would step in her, flattening her already thin body out further, but her ability to taste and smell was worse. From the instant she found herself around her feet she was forced to taste them.

To indulge in the heightened taste of the dry and unwashed soles of her middle-aged aunt. Her tongue was assaulted by the dirt debris and general foot funk prevalent on her lower extremities. Not only that but she was forced to try her foot sweat as well.

An extremely salty liquid, causing her ‘throat’ to feel extremely dried as she absorbed more of her sweat. Along with all the tastes came the smell. All around and inside of her was the intense pervading smell of middle-aged feet.

A disgusting foot funk amplified by the fact that she was forced to experience it twice in her two bodies. All of this was just plain awful, especially given her aunt’s current status of being unaware. To her, she was just a regular pair of socks, free to abuse them as she saw fit.

After hours stuck beneath her aunt, Alice wanted more than anything to be rid of this, to get her aunt’s feet out of her mouths. From the looks of it, she wasn’t going to be that lucky yet. Instead, the only way her aunt would interact with her tonight was by scrunching her toes in her fabric and throwing her into her laundry hamper, to later be washed and worn once again.

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