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Pumping out more caps!

WORDS:

Maybe I am lucky. There’s not many feet out
there that get to be pictured and sought after. If
I think about it, I wouldn’t even really mind if
that man came over again. He was good with his
hands and for the first time in the last three years,
I felt comfortable.

Honestly though, maybe I deserve this. To be one
of my sister’s old friend’s foot? How old would I
even be now? 26? 26 and living as an 18 year old’s
foot.

All of it started as some test project. Some sketchy
company promised me a good sum of money to
test out a device that would temporarily turn me
into the thing I was touching but the idiot I am I
misplaced it. I panicked, but after calling them they
said it was de-activated and I’d be removed from
the test. Guess they lied.

I only know this because my Sister’s friend, my..
“Owner”. I guess. Pfft. Found the remote and
thought it was for the TV. Now maybe it could have
worked out. Maybe I would be touching my
controller, or my jacket. But no. She chose the time
when I was putting away their shoes in the hallway.

All I really remember before the darkness was the
feeling of falling, followed by a weird painful
morph, then the Smell.. the smell.. it was
something else. Even the taste, the taste of a girl’s
old tattered pump permanently on my tongue.

I tried to scream but.. I couldn’t make noise. And
then as I heard her coming and picking me up
to see the remote in her coat pocket. It was over.
Lucky me that she liked tinkering with electronics
and screwed the electrics in it, meaning the next
time she pressed it she transferred me into her
foot but this time it was permanent. I didn’t
feel anything this time, just that same warmth and
weird smell.

She isn’t really a mean girl, she’s only doing this for
the extra cash. I just hope she gets that guy over
again. I really loved how I could hear her
encourage him. It made me feel human for once.
To be appreciated and seen as divine.

Description
Pumping out more caps!

WORDS:

Maybe I am lucky. There’s not many feet out
there that get to be pictured and sought after. If
I think about it, I wouldn’t even really mind if
that man came over again. He was good with his
hands and for the first time in the last three years,
I felt comfortable.

Honestly though, maybe I deserve this. To be one
of my sister’s old friend’s foot? How old would I
even be now? 26? 26 and living as an 18 year old’s
foot.

All of it started as some test project. Some sketchy
company promised me a good sum of money to
test out a device that would temporarily turn me
into the thing I was touching but the idiot I am I
misplaced it. I panicked, but after calling them they
said it was de-activated and I’d be removed from
the test. Guess they lied.

I only know this because my Sister’s friend, my..
“Owner”. I guess. Pfft. Found the remote and
thought it was for the TV. Now maybe it could have
worked out. Maybe I would be touching my
controller, or my jacket. But no. She chose the time
when I was putting away their shoes in the hallway.

All I really remember before the darkness was the
feeling of falling, followed by a weird painful
morph, then the Smell.. the smell.. it was
something else. Even the taste, the taste of a girl’s
old tattered pump permanently on my tongue.

I tried to scream but.. I couldn’t make noise. And
then as I heard her coming and picking me up
to see the remote in her coat pocket. It was over.
Lucky me that she liked tinkering with electronics
and screwed the electrics in it, meaning the next
time she pressed it she transferred me into her
foot but this time it was permanent. I didn’t
feel anything this time, just that same warmth and
weird smell.

She isn’t really a mean girl, she’s only doing this for
the extra cash. I just hope she gets that guy over
again. I really loved how I could hear her
encourage him. It made me feel human for once.
To be appreciated and seen as divine.