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The Stride-Right Scanner had been in usage for only a week, but it had already resulted in a leap in objective force and plantar pressure analysis. What this meant to the layperson was no more uncomfortable or painful shoes. After a scan completed by a robot representative, what shoes you bought always fit right and corrected a potential host of issues, guaranteed for a three month window post-scan. Scores of women descended on FitFoot stores and always walked away smiling.

Unfortunately for Emily, what they didn’t advertise was that the device absolutely tickled to high heaven. She was already born with the delicate lasting curse of ticklishness and it seemed to prey on her every sensitive nerve endings. Finally, after multiple failed attempts to hold still, exhausted and embarrassed she got through the process and received her perfect shoes.

But at night when she rested and readied for bed, she could still feel the buzzing tickles. The waves would come and go but she rarely got through an evening without laughing hysterically for minutes at the phantom tickling.

With each new scan, wishing for a cure, the effect only grew stronger and stronger. As with all gifts of beauty and comfort, there was always a price - and poor Emily, amoung thousands of other woman, paid well beyond their intention and many times, their limits.

That said, they looked quite fashionable doing it.

Description
The Stride-Right Scanner had been in usage for only a week, but it had already resulted in a leap in objective force and plantar pressure analysis. What this meant to the layperson was no more uncomfortable or painful shoes. After a scan completed by a robot representative, what shoes you bought always fit right and corrected a potential host of issues, guaranteed for a three month window post-scan. Scores of women descended on FitFoot stores and always walked away smiling.

Unfortunately for Emily, what they didn’t advertise was that the device absolutely tickled to high heaven. She was already born with the delicate lasting curse of ticklishness and it seemed to prey on her every sensitive nerve endings. Finally, after multiple failed attempts to hold still, exhausted and embarrassed she got through the process and received her perfect shoes.

But at night when she rested and readied for bed, she could still feel the buzzing tickles. The waves would come and go but she rarely got through an evening without laughing hysterically for minutes at the phantom tickling.

With each new scan, wishing for a cure, the effect only grew stronger and stronger. As with all gifts of beauty and comfort, there was always a price - and poor Emily, amoung thousands of other woman, paid well beyond their intention and many times, their limits.

That said, they looked quite fashionable doing it.