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When my best friend, who was a witch, told me that she was able to change me into a pair of socks, I got obsessed with that idea and begged her to transform me. However, she warned me that those changes were permanent and I won't be able to become human again. Well, that was the dream of my life since the first time I found an inanimate transformation caption on internet, so I couldn't let that chance pass.

When we talked about my transformation, two options were suggested to me. I could become a pair of magic socks: never get dirty, never absorb smell, be always soft and ready to be worn by my friend. Or I could become just a mundane pair of socks with nothing special. Hell! Why would I embrace a life as her socks if I couldn't enjoy all the benefits of enjoying her footsmell? I chose the second option.

Sure being a regular pair of socks had its benefits. My friend's foot stunk was, for sure, inpregnated on my whole "body" and I was always surronded by that scent in a way I would never be able to experience as a magic clothing. However .... although being a smelly pair of socks was something nice for me, the same couldn't be said about my owner. Even if she didn't care about her own foot sweat, two weeks with an unwashed sock on her room were enough for her to put me in the washing machine. But, hey! I wanted to feel everything a sock feels, right? Well ... being inside that machine was most like a torture device than an amusement park's toy, if I had a mouth, I would probably had threw up there. And the hell wasn't just the machine, since I was supposed to be hanged on a rope under the sunlight to get dry. Tedious as hell!. Maybe that magic soscks idea would be better, since I wouldn't be deal with holes in my fabric caused by the extreme worn I have been dealt for those last weeks and .... wait, Mrs. Jane, please, hear me! Despite I look like a regular pair of socks, I am a human soul and I belong to your daughter! Omg, omg .... since my pattern is too common, she misunderstood me as her socks. Damn, her feet is even stinkier than her daughter's and even I won't bear it! Plus, her foot skin is rough and her toenails are longer! Somebody help me! I don't want to become just a cleaning rag after two or three weeks being worn by her!

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All characters appearing in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidential.
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TEXT:

When my best friend, who was a witch, told me that she was able to change me into a pair of socks, I got obsessed with that idea and begged her to transform me. However, she warned me that those changes were permanent and I won't be able to become human again. Well, that was the dream of my life since the first time I found an inanimate transformation caption on internet, so I couldn't let that chance pass.

When we talked about my transformation, two options were suggested to me. I could become a pair of magic socks: never get dirty, never absorb smell, be always soft and ready to be worn by my friend. Or I could become just a mundane pair of socks with nothing special. Hell! Why would I embrace a life as her socks if I couldn't enjoy all the benefits of enjoying her footsmell? I chose the second option.

Sure being a regular pair of socks had its benefits. My friend's foot stunk was, for sure, inpregnated on my whole "body" and I was always surronded by that scent in a way I would never be able to experience as a magic clothing. However .... although being a smelly pair of socks was something nice for me, the same couldn't be said about my owner. Even if she didn't care about her own foot sweat, two weeks with an unwashed sock on her room were enough for her to put me in the washing machine. But, hey! I wanted to feel everything a sock feels, right? Well ... being inside that machine was most like a torture device than an amusement park's toy, if I had a mouth, I would probably had threw up there. And the hell wasn't just the machine, since I was supposed to be hanged on a rope under the sunlight to get dry. Tedious as hell!. Maybe that magic soscks idea would be better, since I wouldn't be deal with holes in my fabric caused by the extreme worn I have been dealt for those last weeks and .... wait, Mrs. Jane, please, hear me! Despite I look like a regular pair of socks, I am a human soul and I belong to your daughter! Omg, omg .... since my pattern is too common, she misunderstood me as her socks. Damn, her feet is even stinkier than her daughter's and even I won't bear it! Plus, her foot skin is rough and her toenails are longer! Somebody help me! I don't want to become just a cleaning rag after two or three weeks being worn by her!

IMPORTANT:

All characters appearing in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidential.
All pictures used for this captions come from Public Domain Photstocks like Pixabay, Unsplash or Pexels. If your picture was used and you don't feel confortable about this, please, contact me.
All characters from those stories are adults, as same as the picture models.