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It was quite a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, it was cool out, and it was the perfect day to laze about and enjoy the outdoors. Thanks to all that Susan found herself enjoying it all this morning. As she sat in her patio chair she began to take note of something.

From her right foot was coming a noise, a sort of whimpering. Ignoring it for a couple of minutes it soon began to ruin this fine morning. Pulling her leg out in front of her she knew exactly why her foot was making that noise. It was her daughter, or more accurately her shoe.

“For all that I’ve done for you you could at least give me this,” Susan chided towards the shoe. “I know this whole virus has been tough on us but you could at least liven up for once. I know that there is no way for you to transform back so just accept this.”

“It’s been a year Mary, by now there should have been a cure, but there hasn’t been. All signs point to you now being a shoe. Yes, it’s bad but at least you didn’t become something like a tampon. That and I found you.”

“Lord knows that if your aunt found you you’d have been worn since the moment you transformed. Me, I gave you a chance. I let all that medical stuff take as long as need be but finally, we reached the endpoint.”

“Accept you’re just a shoe now. That’s why I have no qualms about wearing you and all. You were a human but you’re a shoe, simple as that. Given that why wouldn’t I wear you now? I did buy another shoe like you, so why let this pair of shoes go unworn?”

“Soon enough you’ll probably learn to love being at my feet. To enjoy giving my foot comfort, to enjoy sucking up its sweat, to love being my shoe. By that point, you’ll only be my shoe, nothing more. Now, one more peep out of you, and you’ll find yourself with your aunt.”

Stomping her right foot into the ground, she heard a yelp come from her shoe before it went quiet. It was perfect now, her morning was saved and her shoe knew its place. After months of waiting she now was able to wear it.

Susan had to admit, she was quite comfortable. She had never worn a shoe quite like her. Her body provided just the right amount of comfort and support. Based on this she was practically destined to become a shoe. Although, she hasn’t accepted it yet.

With her plan to wear the hell out of her, she hoped that in only a few days Mary would realize that all she was now was a shoe. Just a regular ked. Nothing more but another one of her mother’s shoes.

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