This cap is inspired by some @Zafvod's old captions/their Humies series. I hope you all enjoy!

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After all her years of going to college, Beth never expected that this was how she was going to make her income. She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but, well, a creative writing degree doesn’t exactly help pay the bills. As such, she broadened her career path.

She had found her current job by accident. She managed to walk into the wrong job interview, though that didn’t matter, as she got a job nonetheless. What was her job exactly? It was pretty easy; all it entailed was becoming clothes for rich people, more specifically, footwear.

It was one of the many companies to be created after the advent of transformation technology, and was by far the most exclusive. It only took the most respected and wealthy clients. It also used the most desired material, women. They did make the most comfortable footwear after all.

Almost as soon as she was hired, Beth found herself transformed. Her first form was a pair of sleek high heels, with her wearer being a baroness. She was only worn for one night, as she was only needed for a party her wearer was going to. From there, she became her fair share of footwear.

Although her most common form was that of a pair of flats. In fact, that was the form she found herself as now. A couple of days ago, she was notified of her next client and assignment. Her client was for Blaire Hilton, a woman in her mid-40s. She was to be her flats for around a month.

Within the first couple of days, she got to see what she was going to have to deal with for the next few weeks. As it turned out, she was the type of client she always despised. Not once did she ever talk to her or even view her as a, albeit former, human.

Instead, she treated her just like a pair of shoes. So, she got the full brunt of her weight whenever she walked in her, was forced to suck up and taste all of her foot’s extremities, and was battered up now and again.

Anytime she was put on, it was done so carelessly, as was whenever she was taken off. More often than not, Blaire would kick her off, with Beth’s bodies going flying, with them ending up battered against the floor. It was honestly just humiliating.

As she was thinking about all of this, she found herself lying on her living room floor. Earlier that day, she had been worn around town, stepped on for hours on end. After coming home, Blaire quickly slipped her off before kicking her feet up to relax.

Since then, all that Beth could do was stare upwards at her feet. I mean, it was the only thing she could focus on. Besides, any minute now, she could find those very same feet inserted into her bodies. Until then, she’d just have to hope those next 4 weeks would go by fast.

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