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All that Melany wanted to do was scream. To beg her cruel teacher to transform her back, or at the very least to stop toying with her new forms. There was nothing she could do though, she was just an inanimate pair of flats after all.

With only a month left until graduation, she wanted nothing more than to be rid of her high school. Having turned 18 not long ago she was more than done with being treated like a kid, she was now an adult for chrissake.

Anyway, during this time she had begun to slack off more than usual. Sure, she wasn’t that academically studious to begin with but with only a few weeks left in her time at this place she did less and less work. To the point that her grades had started to sink.

Alongside that, she had gained the ire of one of her teachers, Ms. Boyd. She had never been on her best side, given her disdain for slackers, but with her newfound carelessness, she became practically her worst enemy.

Anytime she’d tried to get her to do anything she’d huff and puff, doing everything but fighting with the teacher. As such, Ms. Boyd had gotten quite fed up with the rude senior. To the point that she really wanted to get back at her.

She wasn’t simply going to get her sent to detention, or suspended for that matter, but really show her how low she still was. Sure, she was 18 but that didn’t mean she could still act like a child. So, she decided to use quite the method to punish her.

Keeping her after class one day, she yelled at the senior before inflicting her punishment. With a flick of her wrist, she was transformed into a pair of flats. Rather unceremoniously Ms. Boyd kicked off her other shoes and jammed her feet into her.

Immediately Melany could taste the teacher’s feet, her tired soles imprinting her with their foot funk. Having been on her feet all day they were quite sweaty and odorous, as such it did numbers on the newly transformed senior.

She was forced to taste and smell it all, with no reprieve. Not only that but she was forced to experience everything twice, from her sweat to her steps. It was just beyond overstimulating, Ms. Boyd’s feet causing the teen a lot of pain.

From that day she had been her flats. Day in and day out she’d be worn, forced to comfort her teacher. Whether it be a school day or not she’d be on her feet. Despite her experience with them so far, Melany had yet to get used to all the tastes and smells on her feet.

Over the past few days, Ms. Boyd had yet to pay her any mind. She was now just her flats. Obviously, she wasn’t going to keep her like this but she figured it would do her good if she treated it as such. Still, she had yet to decide on when she would transform her back, maybe at the end of the school year.

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