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Sorry for the missed upload last week! Hoping a short story makes up for it.

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Being the only guy in our office sucked. The women all stuck together and fitting in with them was hard. We didn't have much in common and, for the most part, I typically kept to myself. So when I was stargazing one night and a shooting star passed overheard, I wished for the obvious- I wanted to fit in with my coworkers.

Now, I never was a superstitious person. I certainly didn't expect anything to happen. But what a surprise it was when everything went black and I felt myself falling through some kind of void until I eventually hit an abrupt stop. I was still. I felt small and limbless. My vision was affixed straight ahead. It was on a rack of sorts and above me were massive, human sized shoe soles staring down at me. I could see every little detail on the one above me. The specs of dirt, the ridges, the small "6" embedded in there. "Where the fuck am I" I tried to say to no avail.

But then, I heard a familiar voice. "I'm heading out now. Bye babe." Was that... Sarah from my office?

Suddenly I was thrown down and what I saw shocked me. Sarah was staring down at me, but she was massive. At least a few hundred feet tall. I was starting to connect the dots, but what sold me the most was the massive, hose covered foot that slowly approached me. She was going to crush me! I wanted to run but it was no use. I was trapped.

Her foot came quickly. I could see so much detail. Those threads in her tights. The callous on her heel beneath the sheer hosiery. The edges of her french tips poking over her toes. What was this? Soon this massive foot was pressed heavily against my face until I saw nothing but darkness. I smelled sweat and felt both the softness of nylon and the moisture of a foot that was already a little sweaty. I could tell this wasn't one of her wash days. Oddly, I didnt feel crushed. In fact, her foot fit nicely inside of me. I think I was... I was a shoe. I wasn't sure what kind or how I looked, but I finally understood my fate.

My new giant owner eventually made it to the office. The feeling of walking was terrifying but with each step, I could feel my mind slipping. My memories were getting blurry and a new purpose was fulfilling me. At one point, I even heard Jenn, one of my other coworkers, talking to Sarah.

"I love those flats Sarah! When did you get those? They look super comfy. I love that bow on them.

"Thanks! I honestly can't remember when I bought them. I don't think I've even worn them yet. They're super comfy though. They might be my new favorite pair."

During the conversation, Sarah lifted her foot out of me for a quick moment. It looked like I was under one of the round tables at lunch. The very table I'd always wanted to sit at. In the edges of my peripheral, I saw other shoes high above. The shoes of my former coworkers, all with their legs crossed and their shoes dangling. I finally understood. I fit right in with all my former coworkers, a cute shoe tucked away under the lunch table and admired by the women I so desperatelt wanted to fit in with.

Sarah shoved her foot back inside me. I don't think much of my former self was going to last for very long in here but... that's okay. I've accepted my new life and I looked forward to being the cutest shoe at the lunch table.

Sarah sat up and walked back to her desk as my new life began.

Description
Sorry for the missed upload last week! Hoping a short story makes up for it.

**********

Being the only guy in our office sucked. The women all stuck together and fitting in with them was hard. We didn't have much in common and, for the most part, I typically kept to myself. So when I was stargazing one night and a shooting star passed overheard, I wished for the obvious- I wanted to fit in with my coworkers.

Now, I never was a superstitious person. I certainly didn't expect anything to happen. But what a surprise it was when everything went black and I felt myself falling through some kind of void until I eventually hit an abrupt stop. I was still. I felt small and limbless. My vision was affixed straight ahead. It was on a rack of sorts and above me were massive, human sized shoe soles staring down at me. I could see every little detail on the one above me. The specs of dirt, the ridges, the small "6" embedded in there. "Where the fuck am I" I tried to say to no avail.

But then, I heard a familiar voice. "I'm heading out now. Bye babe." Was that... Sarah from my office?

Suddenly I was thrown down and what I saw shocked me. Sarah was staring down at me, but she was massive. At least a few hundred feet tall. I was starting to connect the dots, but what sold me the most was the massive, hose covered foot that slowly approached me. She was going to crush me! I wanted to run but it was no use. I was trapped.

Her foot came quickly. I could see so much detail. Those threads in her tights. The callous on her heel beneath the sheer hosiery. The edges of her french tips poking over her toes. What was this? Soon this massive foot was pressed heavily against my face until I saw nothing but darkness. I smelled sweat and felt both the softness of nylon and the moisture of a foot that was already a little sweaty. I could tell this wasn't one of her wash days. Oddly, I didnt feel crushed. In fact, her foot fit nicely inside of me. I think I was... I was a shoe. I wasn't sure what kind or how I looked, but I finally understood my fate.

My new giant owner eventually made it to the office. The feeling of walking was terrifying but with each step, I could feel my mind slipping. My memories were getting blurry and a new purpose was fulfilling me. At one point, I even heard Jenn, one of my other coworkers, talking to Sarah.

"I love those flats Sarah! When did you get those? They look super comfy. I love that bow on them.

"Thanks! I honestly can't remember when I bought them. I don't think I've even worn them yet. They're super comfy though. They might be my new favorite pair."

During the conversation, Sarah lifted her foot out of me for a quick moment. It looked like I was under one of the round tables at lunch. The very table I'd always wanted to sit at. In the edges of my peripheral, I saw other shoes high above. The shoes of my former coworkers, all with their legs crossed and their shoes dangling. I finally understood. I fit right in with all my former coworkers, a cute shoe tucked away under the lunch table and admired by the women I so desperatelt wanted to fit in with.

Sarah shoved her foot back inside me. I don't think much of my former self was going to last for very long in here but... that's okay. I've accepted my new life and I looked forward to being the cutest shoe at the lunch table.

Sarah sat up and walked back to her desk as my new life began.