Hello again! I'm shocked I'm posting here again so soon. Here is something I recently made for @FRKsyll. I hope you all enjoy!

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Andrea was trying to wrap her head around all that had happened. I mean, just the simple fact that she found herself in her HOA president’s house, which no one had seen the inside of, surprised her. Although there was something more pressing, or rather more filling.

She wasn’t entirely sure how, in fact, she was still in shock about it, but she managed to become a pair of boots. Not just your regular winter style boots, but sleek, sexy, heeled boots. A pair that she’d wear out to a night out clubbing. 

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Lola teased as she bent down and grabbed her new boots. “It’s quite nice seeing you finally drop by, don’t you agree, Andrea?” The boots tried her hardest to respond to her HOA president, but she found she couldn’t, let alone move.

“What was that? I can’t hear you, haha. I mean, why would I want to anyway? For the time being, you’re just my boots. On that note, I should probably tell you what happened. Well, since becoming our HOA president, I’ve had to deal with my fair share of rulebreakers.”

“Now, in the beginning, I sent out a fine, and you’d have to pay it. Most people did, though some didn’t, even after I sent notice after notice. Well, after dealing with that for a couple of weeks, I decided that a different form of punishment was in order.”

“If I couldn’t get them to pay a fine, they might as well help me in some way. I’ve always had a love of footwear, and I often get new shoes, so, well, that’s why you’re here. Before you even ask, no, this is not permanent.”

“Yes, so people are shoes for longer than others, such as those in my shoe closet to your right, though most only spend a couple of weeks like this.” Andrea was just stunned. Who in their right mind would decide to transform people into footwear, let alone her own HOA president? “That brings us to you,” Lola told her.

“I can’t remember exactly what you did, but that doesn’t matter. Right now, what’s important is that you’ll be my shoes for about two weeks. Now, enough chitchat, it’s time to break you in.” Lola grabbed one of her halves and jammed it onto her foot, followed by the other one.

Feeling her feet within, Andrea was met by quite an assorted collage of feelings. For one, there was just the uncomfortable feeling of being completely filled by both her feet and calves, the lower halves of her legs filling the transformed woman’s form.

Then there were the tastes and smells. Thankfully, it seemed that Lola had showered before she put her on, in spite of that, she was still forced to taste all her feet’s extremities. All over her soles, she could taste various dirt, debris, and slightly old foot sweat.

That and the general musk of her feet, which currently wasn’t that bad. Although that wouldn’t last long. What entailed in breaking her in was a trip downtown to one of the many clubs. As such, Lola would spend a number of hours on her feet.

As the night went on, Andrea got to enjoy her fair share of foot sweat and steps. She got such a raging headache, a product of being stomped into the ground over and over again as she danced. All of this she would get to experience more than once during her two weeks as her boots.

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