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Totally immobile and unable to really do anything but wait, Rita Farr was still taking in everything. One moment, she was on the battlefield; the next, she was in some random house, a bedroom by its looks. Looking around her, she took note of the feminine items surrounding her.

In a nearby open closet there were a couple of dresses hanging up and some pairs of shoes on the ground inside. She reasoned that she at least ended up in some woman’s room, who, she didn’t yet know. Now her attention turned toward her new body.

It quickly became apparent that whatever Mr. Nobody had done to her had effectively sealed her powers. She had tried to stretch herself to look around but found she couldn’t. He had made parts of her body hard, almost like strong rubber, and other parts like foam and fabric.

Still, she couldn’t really see much from her vantage point, as large brown walls surrounded most of her form. Although there was something that really stuck out to her. On her face there was some writing. From as much as she could make out, it was some sort of fraction.

Despite that possible clue, the malleable heroine still couldn’t figure out what she had become. Thinking back, she remembered something that Mr. Nobody said right before he used his powers on her. It was something along the lines of “Guess we’ll see how much of a supportive member you are.”

Even with that, she had yet to figure out what she had become. In a matter of seconds she had her answer, as from in the distance she heard a series of repeating noises. It was footsteps, which were coming right this way towards her.

With her makeup and most of her morning routine accomplished, Mary was just about ready to go to work for the day. Although she still had to put on her shoes. Walking into her bedroom, she found them, albeit one of them looked quite odd.

It was red and white, and had some woman’s face on it. Looking over it, she didn’t pay it any real mind. She had to, as she was just about running late for work. So, without a subsequent thought, she slipped her shoes on.

As she watched the random young woman’s foot raise above her, Rita realized what had happened. Mr. Nobody had warped her body into a shoe! The malleable heroine’s body molded into quite some gross mimicry of herself. Her body’s look conforming to the shoe.

With the woman’s foot now embedded within her, she also understood that her body didn’t simply take the shape of a shoe, it became one! All over her face, or rather insole, she could taste this woman’s feet, her footsweat, and all the dirt that covered.

That and the musk of her feet were now forced upon her. It was beyond disgusting and humiliating. The strong heroine reduced to a mere shoe, for some uncaring woman. As she experienced more and more of her new owner’s foot, she wondered.

How was she going to get out of this? She couldn’t move her own body and the rest of Doom Patrol couldn’t look all over for one little shoe that looked like her. So, that meant she was going to be trapped like this! Rita tried to dissuade herself from that, but it was no use.

As the woman took step after step, crushing her body, Rita relazied how she screwed she was. Unless Mr. Nobody transformed her back, all that she’d be was a shoe. A damn slip-on worn by some random woman. A fate which disgusted her to no end.

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