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Trying out inanimate captions. A transformation is a transformation after all lmao

I was with the boys at a club the other day, and uh…something very weird happened. I accidentally bumped into this girl named Ceres, and might’ve spilled her cocktail on her dress. She was PISSED. I apologized and all that, but she didn’t buy it. She gave me whatever was left of her cocktail and stormed off. Man, I did say I was sorry. Anyways, everything went wrong when I decided to take a sip of her cocktail. The moment the juices entered my mouth…I passed out.
    When I woke up, I realized something was wrong with my body. I felt smaller and more leathery. I could also feel a weight pressing against my...legs? I then heard Ceres’ voice in my head, telling me if I woke up yet. She told me to relax and saif that we can communicate telepathically. At this point I was very confused...until she dropped the bombshell. The punishment I get for spilling her drink is that I became the heels she was wearing. I could feel myself caressing the sole of her foot. Part of me was wrapped tightly around her toes and her ankles, keeping me in place.
    I soon realized I could move (somehow), but Ceres told me to not do anything funny, or else she’d throw me out. So, I pretty much had to match her movements—in heels. It was tiring. How could a pair of heel get tired? Who knows. I had to endure this for the entire night.
    It was like 3 AM when we got back to Ceres’ place, and she was tired. She slipped me off and instantly laid on . I asked her if I could return back to my original self, now that the party is over and all. But she said that my performance was meh, and that I should remain as her heels until the next party. If I don’t fight back, she won’t throw me away. So here I was, stuck as a pair of women’s heels living in Ceres’ closet amongst her other footwear. I have a strange feeling that she might forget about me on purpose…

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Trying out inanimate captions. A transformation is a transformation after all lmao

I was with the boys at a club the other day, and uh…something very weird happened. I accidentally bumped into this girl named Ceres, and might’ve spilled her cocktail on her dress. She was PISSED. I apologized and all that, but she didn’t buy it. She gave me whatever was left of her cocktail and stormed off. Man, I did say I was sorry. Anyways, everything went wrong when I decided to take a sip of her cocktail. The moment the juices entered my mouth…I passed out.
    When I woke up, I realized something was wrong with my body. I felt smaller and more leathery. I could also feel a weight pressing against my...legs? I then heard Ceres’ voice in my head, telling me if I woke up yet. She told me to relax and saif that we can communicate telepathically. At this point I was very confused...until she dropped the bombshell. The punishment I get for spilling her drink is that I became the heels she was wearing. I could feel myself caressing the sole of her foot. Part of me was wrapped tightly around her toes and her ankles, keeping me in place.
    I soon realized I could move (somehow), but Ceres told me to not do anything funny, or else she’d throw me out. So, I pretty much had to match her movements—in heels. It was tiring. How could a pair of heel get tired? Who knows. I had to endure this for the entire night.
    It was like 3 AM when we got back to Ceres’ place, and she was tired. She slipped me off and instantly laid on . I asked her if I could return back to my original self, now that the party is over and all. But she said that my performance was meh, and that I should remain as her heels until the next party. If I don’t fight back, she won’t throw me away. So here I was, stuck as a pair of women’s heels living in Ceres’ closet amongst her other footwear. I have a strange feeling that she might forget about me on purpose…