I’ve had this idea for a while and have been trying to think of some way to introduce it, so why not do so as a ‘traveler’ using the service learns about it? 

Feel free to write your own caption/story about FWA. 

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With a name like FWA, Alexandra figured it had to be some offshoot of TWA. However, now on the streets of India, she was proven quite wrong. With her ‘tour guide’ taking a break from traversing the bustling streets, this gave her a chance to collect her thoughts.

Having always wanted to travel the world, she was quite put off by the price of everything. It was beyond her paycheck, even going to somewhere like Britain would put her into debt. Thanks to this, her childhood hopes were all but dashed. At least until she saw an ad for it.

It was for this new travel company called FWA, which stood for Footwear Air. Not thinking anything of the unique name, she took note of the price of the service. For an insanely low sum, she’d be able to roundtrip anywhere in the world, with the benefit of being able to directly support the locals.

As such, she was more than willing to travel with them. Just one problem though, where would she go? With each trip to any country being practically the same price, she didn’t have an incentive to travel on a particularly cheap trip. Looking over all the options, one country caught her attention.

Since dreaming of traveling the world, she had always wanted to experience India. To spend time in the various cities, walking around with all the locals, experiencing authentic Indian food. Thanks to this desire, when she saw that FWA offered a trip to India she quickly bought one.

A few days later she was getting ready to board the plane. Surprisingly enough, there weren't that many there using the service. She just figured that people just didn’t know about FWA. Or at least those there weren’t going to spend as long a time there as her. 

With how cheap it was, she didn’t mind paying for a whole month's trip. A few moments later they had begun to board. As she stepped on board, she suddenly felt a sort of fuzziness wash over her body as it split in two and shrank. Soon thereafter, she was shipped off to India.

Over a week later here she was, now the sandals of a random Bengali woman. She had yet to get her name, though not knowing the language it was understandable. Since she had been picked up at the airport she had been worn nearly constantly.

Her small, faux leather form was strapped firmly to her feet. Both of her soles always on her, their taste and smells ever-present. At first, the taste of this woman’s feet was quite disgusting, though, over a week later they had become rather bland, having gotten used to it.

Same with her foot funk, though given her form was open she barely had to deal with the scent. Instead, she mainly had to deal with her constant walking, the utter disregard for her form, and the gallons of sweat absorbed by her body. The latter was quite disgusting, especially the salty sweat.

Still, despite all that, she wasn’t all that mad at what happened to her. I mean, she should’ve realized what was meant by Footwear Air after all. With her new form, she got to see a bunch of sights without having to pay anything else at all. Well, she did, she had to comfort this woman’s feet.

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