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Taking a puff of her cigarette, Caroline enjoyed it for a moment before blowing it out. Getting her fill in of it, she finally turned her attention to the woman in front of her or rather at her feet. On her knees was a young woman named Mattie. “I suppose you’re ready for this, ain’t ya?”

She didn’t even need to ask her this, she was more than ready. Ever since she understood her sexuality, Mattie longed to devote herself completely to another woman. Not just another queer woman, although that would’ve been nice, but to some uncaring redneck woman.

It might sound weird on paper but in practice, it was quite simple. She wanted to be nothing but something worthless to a woman who wouldn’t mind being cruel to her, to treat her like dirt. Just imagining another woman getting enjoyment from being cruel to her got her going.

Now she was about to live it. She had wanted to live this fantasy out for a long time but was never able to find someone to help her. For one it had to involve her being transformed into footwear and well, why would anyone want to help a foot fetishist?

That and she couldn’t find a country woman open enough to allowing a lesbian to be at her feet. After her fair share of searching, she found her on one of her trips back home. At one of the local bars she met her, her name was Caroline.

She was in her late thirties, straight, and most importantly open to her fantasy. Mattie frankly couldn’t believe it but she had to as the two scheduled a date to make her desire a reality. The two were in the midst of it right now, Caroline was about to transform her.

With her dirty feet pressed against the lesbian woman’s face, she waited a moment for her response before deciding that she had agreed. Mattie wouldn’t have come here if she didn’t want to become her shoes after all, she reasoned.

Grabbing the TFremote from her lap, she pointed it at her, took a puff from her cigarette, and transformed her. In an instant, Mattie became a helpless pair of boots, now wrapped around her feet. A couple of seconds later she brought her feet back down onto the ground, feeling her comfort.

So far she was enjoying herself. She could taste her dirty soles, its mix of feet and various speckles of debris adding quite a sour but enjoyable flavor. Alongside that was the smell, a mix of stale, old feet with a hint of dried sweat. Being worn felt great too. It was bliss.

Stomping her foot slowly in her a few times, Caroline sat back in her chair, enjoying her comfort. She had never owned quite a pair of boots like her before, she made her feet feel real good. And she was all hers. It was up to her when she would be transformed back and she didn’t want to give her up too quickly. 

I mean, if the two women were both enjoying this, why give it up now? Besides she had been needing a new pair of boots anyway. So for the foreseeable future, Mattie was to be this redneck woman’s shoes, a fate she couldn’t help but love.

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