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Over the past couple of days, Jenny had become quite accustomed to this routine. Her friend Beth would wake up, have breakfast, get dressed, and head to work. It was rather ordinary, at least if you didn’t count how she factored into it. She came in handy during the getting dressed part.

After all, she was one of the boots she wore to work. All of this started about a week ago. Up until then, her life had been pretty stable. Recently, the cost of her rent went up; as such, she had been trying her best to pay it off. Ultimately, she couldn’t make do.

As a result, she was kicked out of her apartment. From there, Jenny had been asking everyone she knew if they had a place for her to stay. Almost all of them didn’t, except for her friend Beth. If she were being honest, she was the last person who’d agree to help her; in fact, she seemed a bit too eager about it.

Though she tried to think nothing of it, she was helping her out after all. After spending the first night with her, Jenny woke up shocked. She was no longer human; in fact, she wasn’t anything organic, for that matter. “Well, look who’s finally up,” Beth said, reaching down and picking her up. 

“I know this probably comes as quite a shock to you, but that doesn’t really matter. I mean, you’re just my boot now. Now, I know you said you needed help to get back on your feet, but, well, my feet needed help as well.”

“One of my work boots recently got worn out, and I didn’t want to pay for a replacement. Thankfully, you came my way looking for a place to stay. The best I can offer you in this new form is a spot in my shoe closet, hehe.” With that, she was placed on the ground. 

Jenny tried her best to argue, hell say anything to her friend, but she was silenced. Even if she were able to talk, that wouldn’t have lasted for long, as she soon found Beth’s foot in her mouth. Feeling her friend’s sock-covered sole on her ‘tongue,’ she wanted to throw up.

She was forced to taste the cotton of her sock as well as the faint hints of sweat and foot that managed to seep out of it into her insole. It was just disgusting. As she took note of all this, her mind was racked by her first step.

Each step essentially made her ‘brain’ fog up for a moment,  making it so that it was only after she got to work that her mind was functioning again. This whole cycle of being put on, walked in, and worn to Beth’s work had gotten quite familiar for her.

I mean, that’s all she really had to focus on. Then again, she wasn’t sure when or if she was going to get out of this. With how she had been treating her, it didn’t seem like Jenny was going to be anything but her boot for a long while.

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