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“Woah, is that a bit cruel for her?” Leah asked her teammate Alice as the two got ready for that day’s practice. “What do you mean? “Y’know, about Sydney.” “So, I know she’s a bunch of socks, what of it?” “To cut to the chase, are you seriously going to wear two pairs of her?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that? Hey, it’s not my fault that that bitch made our coach mad and got transformed. If I could have helped her I would’ve, but I couldn’t. Now I’m going to use her as I see fit, we were given free rein with her transformed self after all.”

Taking a moment, Leah had to agree with her. Most of the team would’ve helped the now transformed woman but there was nothing they could do. When their coach demanded something they’d better go through with it lest something like what happened to her happen.

After she was transformed all the girls on the team got to take as many pairs of her as they’d like, with it set up so that most of them would end up with two pairs. Although some of her teammates decided to really punish her, one particular teammate took five pairs of her.

Leah herself had taken a couple of pairs herself so she couldn’t act all high and mighty. So, she had to agree with her. “I guess you’re right Alice,” she told her. “I know I am. Now, why don’t we finish getting ready, I certainly don’t want to end up like Sydney.”

As she pulled the other sock onto her foot, Syd had the first sense of consciousness in what felt like years. Being split up into tons of separate items, each with its ability to feel, taste, and smell, had certainly put her mind through the wringer.

At any given moment part of her could be worn, stuck in a locker, stuffed into an odorous shoe, being spun through one of her teammate's laundry, or left inside of one of their sock drawers. All of this combined, experienced at the same time was quite the head trip.

It was why she was almost grateful when Alice decided to wear two pairs of her for the practice. Sure, that meant that any smells, feelings, or tastes she could experience on her feet would be quadrupled but at least she could get her mind partially together.

Only for a moment though as she headed off to practice. With this part of her body encased in darkness, she was left to try and feel as everything was happening, leading to her getting quite disorientated. With one single step, her mind was thrown for a lope.

The following step not helping any matters. It would soon get worse as their practices usually ended up being quite intense. Her bodies would soon be filled with galloons of sweat and her taste buds were to be blasted by her disgusting feet. 

She had long ago given up hope, during the off moment that she was able to think, deciding it would be better to just let this happen. Sydney still had a long way to go, with only one week done of her month of being socks. All of this for being late to one practice. 

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