My most recent comm I got from AmberHuntWrites. She no longer writes here, but you should check her out here:

https://amberhuntwrites.blogspot.com/?zx=f27b352d3ed9f1cf

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Working as an intern on the set of The X-Files was a dream gig! I couldn't believe how easily my friend Gavin squeezed me in when I told him how big a fan I was of the show. Boy, they had some surprises on set, though. For one, they had a practicing witch, Erika Ramsey, on set as a consultant.

So, when Gillian Anderson snapped a heel in her regular pair of black heels, I got a call.

"Intern!" the set manager yelled, and I came running. I expected he was about to send me to the mall to pick up a new pair of shoes or something like that, but instead, he barked out, "Go see Erika. She'll get you ready."

So I went. Only, when I got to Erika's office, she looked me over, grimaced a bit, then waved her hand at me. Instantly, I felt my body shrink and split in two. Then I noticed the room had become gigantic. Even Erika towered over me.

She lifted me from what felt like the back of my neck and the back of my waist at the same time, even though each touch felt separate. "Well, I hope you are ready to meet Ms. Anderson."

Erika walked through the door and across the set, then directly to Gillian Anderson. She handed me to the star, and in the mirror in the hotel room set, I was finally able to see what had happened to me.

I had become a pair of heels to replace the broken ones. She gently slid me onto each foot, and I felt my body snug against her pantyhosed feet.

I tried to speak, to cry out, but nothing happened. I guessed even magic shoes couldn't talk.

"Nice," said Gillian, reclining on the bed and crossing her legs. "Comfortable."

"We lose more good interns this way," I heard Erika mumble as she walked away.

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