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“Don’t try and argue with me about this! You were the one who had tried to drive and dash! Thanks to that, the only thing you’ll get from this ride is my foot sweat. Now, I can’t be talking to my socks, I’ve got people to drive, paying people!” Luciana angrily told her socks.

Sure, she had been a cabbie for years now but rarely got someone who wouldn’t pay. Beforehand, yes, she had dealt with rude passenger, some creepy, some just plain hurtful, but at least they would pay for their fare. This bitch though, simply wouldn’t.

She thought nothing of her as she picked her up, only that where she was going was quite far. It would be about an hour-long drive, certainly out of the ordinary, but she had done fairs like this before. Nothing could’ve prepared Luciana for the fare herself, though.

The young woman was nothing short of entitled. She splayed everything she had in the backseat of her car, practically treating it as if she were her home. She constantly told her to drive faster, criticized her driving, and made various jabs about the cheapness of her car.

This fare was just a rich bitch, just plain awful. After an excruciating drive, it was finally over, they had made it to their destination. As they did, the woman tried to quickly dash out of the car. Of course, she’d try to drive and dash. Quickly locking her car, she was met with a flurry of insults.

Finally, with one little comment about her Phillipino name, Luciana reached her boiling point. As she went on with her barrage, she calmly grabbed her phone, opened her TFapp, pointed it at the woman, and hit ‘TRANSFORM.’ In an instant, the blaring fare transformed.

What was left in her place in her back seat was a pair of pristine white socks, showing no sort of clue about who they were. Taking her previous footwear off, she threw her socks out of the window and pulled her fare over her feet.

As she did, she looked over to the still-open app and saw the shock meter go up. “I bet you didn’t think I’d do this to you, bitch!” She yelled towards the women, which was meant by a surge of her fear metter.

Scrolling through her reactions, she noticed that she had still kept all of her senses. That served her right. This rude bitch forced to taste both of her feet, inhale her scent, and soak up her foot sweat. “Y’know, I think I might keep you like this.” Luciana taunted. 

“You make a better pair of socks than a woman.” Given her newfound form, she was telling the truth. She didn’t have to hear her talk, all that she could was bring comfort to her feet. Scrunching her toes in her, part of her wished that she could hear her thoughts.

It would’ve been great to hear the bitch scream at being her socks. Then again, if had, she’d pay more attention to her than her fares. Well, it was about time for her to get back onto the road. So, she quickly jammed her feet back into her shoes and hit the road, not giving the transformed woman another thought.

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