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"I'm sorry. I don't mean to fidget so much. I'm just feeling anxious today."

Mary's toes clenched slightly inside of me, a feeling I still struggled to get used to. She was a practicing witch who asked me, her best friend, if I'd be willing to help with a couple of spells. "Sure", I naively told her. "What could possibly go wrong."

This was five days ago. I've been her ballet flat since then with no foreseeable way to change back. Mary was excellent at the "turning people into things" part of the spell, but not so much the "turning them back" part. She also didn't seem to have any way for me to communicate with her, locking me inside of her shoe with no way to talk.

"I promise, until I figure this out, I'll wear you every day. I never want you to be alone."

If she heard my begs each time she placed a foot in me, she'd be talking the other way. I'd rather be buried under her pile of shoes in the back of a closet any day over having her foot stuffed inside of me. Five days of being face-to-face with her sweaty foot is more times than I ever needed to, especially with her job as a waitress. Being on her feet for 8 hours at a time was a ruthless torture. I was pretty sure her footprint was already indenting itself into my insole. I couldn't imagine how I must have looked to the outside world.

"Alright. I guess we should get going. Still no luck finding the reversal spell. I have to get to work so we'll need to keep looking tomorrow."

Mary stood up, her crushing weight pressing me into the ground. Mary was a small woman at 5' 4", but at my new size she was a giantess.

"Oh and, sorry ahead of time. The subway station by my apartment was shut down today. I'm going to have to walk to the restaurant. I'm so sorry."

Her crashing footsteps commenced as she walked out of her apartment. I could already feel and taste her feet beginning to sweat, a sure sign of what was to come.

This was, undoubtedly, the last time I would ever let her test magic on me.

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"I'm sorry. I don't mean to fidget so much. I'm just feeling anxious today."

Mary's toes clenched slightly inside of me, a feeling I still struggled to get used to. She was a practicing witch who asked me, her best friend, if I'd be willing to help with a couple of spells. "Sure", I naively told her. "What could possibly go wrong."

This was five days ago. I've been her ballet flat since then with no foreseeable way to change back. Mary was excellent at the "turning people into things" part of the spell, but not so much the "turning them back" part. She also didn't seem to have any way for me to communicate with her, locking me inside of her shoe with no way to talk.

"I promise, until I figure this out, I'll wear you every day. I never want you to be alone."

If she heard my begs each time she placed a foot in me, she'd be talking the other way. I'd rather be buried under her pile of shoes in the back of a closet any day over having her foot stuffed inside of me. Five days of being face-to-face with her sweaty foot is more times than I ever needed to, especially with her job as a waitress. Being on her feet for 8 hours at a time was a ruthless torture. I was pretty sure her footprint was already indenting itself into my insole. I couldn't imagine how I must have looked to the outside world.

"Alright. I guess we should get going. Still no luck finding the reversal spell. I have to get to work so we'll need to keep looking tomorrow."

Mary stood up, her crushing weight pressing me into the ground. Mary was a small woman at 5' 4", but at my new size she was a giantess.

"Oh and, sorry ahead of time. The subway station by my apartment was shut down today. I'm going to have to walk to the restaurant. I'm so sorry."

Her crashing footsteps commenced as she walked out of her apartment. I could already feel and taste her feet beginning to sweat, a sure sign of what was to come.

This was, undoubtedly, the last time I would ever let her test magic on me.