Inspired by @Malleable-Mayhem ’s https://www.deviantart.com/malleable-mayhem/art/Taylor-TFs-part-2-of-3-762752835

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Getting on stage had gotten quite routine for Sabrina Carpenter. It had to, given her recent success as an artist. Part of the way she got ready for performing was making sure she had gotten comfy clothes. If she felt comfortable, then she’d give a better concert, she thought.

Due to this, all her clothes felt as good as possible, particularly her shoes. If she were standing on stage for a couple of hours, she’d want her feet to feel good. Recently, she had noticed something about one pair of her concert boots.

The insoles of one of them were quite comfortable. That in itself wasn’t that weird; she’d have her backstage hands get some new ones every once in a while, but only one insole felt this way. It felt like she was walking on clouds.

As it turns out, she was walking on clouds, or rather someone as high as the clouds. A couple of weeks earlier, Taylor Swift went from the heights of pop-stardom to the lowliness of being another performer's footwear. One who opened for her era’s tour as well.

If it wasn’t obvious, Taylor hadn’t meant to get transformed in the first place. Then again, she wasn’t entirely sure how she did. It was the end of Sabrina’s stint at her opener, as such she decided to give her a gift. To thank her for being there on the tour.

Given the pop star’s love of all sorts of comfortable footwear, she decided to get her some bitchin’ boots. Ultimately, she settled on this real sparkly pair with soft insoles, which was perfect for her and which would soon be her home. Despite the break in tour dates, she was still busy.

As such, she just shipped them to her. Before she did, she got transformed. One moment, she suddenly felt tingly; the next, she was encased in darkness, being shipped across the country. Even after she arrived at her house, it took a while for her to be worn.

Obviously, she was tried on, but she had to wait until her next concert to be worn. Soon enough, said date came, and so began this new routine. At about halfway through her concert, Sabrina would switch the previous pair of boots with Taylor’s gift.

She had yet to get used to that, as well as the whole experience, which she hated. For a couple of minutes every few days, she’d be greeted by Sabrina’s sweaty nylon foot pressing down onto her. She was forced to taste, to absorb all the sweat it produced.

And sweat it did. She’d work up quite the foot sweat while wearing her, consntaly soaking Taylor as she sucked it all up. The taste was disgusting, a real stale salty flavor, added with the nothingness of her nylon. That and the smell.

She was constantly surrounded by her foot funk, said funk having embedded itself into her form. Then again, she was currently an insole so she couldn’t complain as much, that was part of the experience. But complain she did, only to herself, though.

Only Taylor knew the truth about her insole, like that mattered anyway. With no one to help her out, or no knowledge of whether she could be, she was just stuck like this. Just a comfortable insole in one of Sabrina Carpenter’s concert boots. At least she was still onstage in some form.

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