It was an average day for my sibling and I. Waiting for our mistress to come back in her shoe closet to have the chance of using us for the day. Out of the dozens of pairs available to her at this point, the boots that she wore to school easily her favorite. Unfortunately, one of those cowgirl boots was me.
Our mistress/owner/goddess was Amy and she rarely addressed any of us directly, if at all. To her and her feet, we were no longer people. We were shoes for her to wear, to show off to the unsuspecting public. Hell, she brought so many pairs and turned so many people into more shoes, it must've been hard to identify who was a person and what was actually just a plain shoe. All I knew was that I was a boot and I couldn’t tell who else was also a person. The first night I was turned into a piece of leather and other materials that this brunette girl would put her feet inside and were inside my ‘body’, I felt every drop of sweat and every wiggle of her toes as she teased me with the power she had over me. Just her doing that, broke me and most likely my partner.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, I never had to eat, sleep or almost anything else a normal person would. I could only exist as a boot that this girl that I only knew through my work. I guess it was fortunate that this girl made me into a cowgirl boot made of leather. If I were turned into a flat or a sandal, I’d be tossed out for being too worn within a few weeks. I’d seen one pair of sandals Amy loved get tossed out from falling apart after only a few days because the toe grips broke. My brother and I lasted long, at least six months with no visible wear. Meaning, we were going to here with her for awhile. Aside from being a girls pair of boots, life wasn’t all that bad everything considered. She took relatively good care of us, polished and cleaned us which was nice. At least she shined us every now and then.
It all started when I met Amy about a year ago. I met her while working at the local cafe while she was a regular customer. She'd come inside everyday exactly on the dot at six and order the same two things. A large mocha with a cinnamon roll and would leave without saying much of anything. Then one day, my curiosity finally overcame my fear of talking to her in an actual conversation.
“Hey, you keep coming in here everyday at the exact same time and order the exact same thing.” I could tell even back then that she was an odd one. She looked at me, took a bite of her cinnamon roll and began chewing it very slowly as I waited for a response. In the meantime, I looked over the counter slightly to see her long, clean shaven legs. At the bottom of the legs, I saw exactly where I would be in a few hours from that point. Her feet. At that time, I remember her wearing sandals that perfectly shown off her almost delicate, dream like toes. If I could’ve known I was going to be the shelter of said toes, I would’ve quit and ran out of the store right then and there. But, I remained there like the kind and considerate person I was. Unaware of my future.
“Oh I'm just like that. If I could wear the same outfit everyday for the rest of my life, I would.” I laughed and hoped she didn't think I was too awkward. I then looked over the counter to see her wiggling toes in her sandals. Had I known where my future was, I might've been a more cautious as I continued to talk to her. After a few seconds of looking at them, I noted that her toes looked plump and well taken care of. Her toes were painted a light blue that made it pop from her light skin. She shrugged off my staring at her feet and before I could formulate a response, she left the store, making me think I just made the best customer leave for good. But an hour or so later, she came back and invited me to her place after I got off. That was the last time I would be seen in by my co-workers, friends or really anyone.
As I walked into her house, thinking I had gotten myself into the score of the century, I blacked out. When I next woke up, maybe after a few hours, I was a leather boot with her toes right in front of me, playing around as though I wasn’t an actual person a few hours ago. I could hear her laugh as I struggled, but you can’t exactly escape being in a new body. I was a boot to this woman for the rest of my mortal life. I just wanted to die, if I could.
“Don’t panic too much darling. You still have your heart and brain to worry about. If you move around, that’s fine but if you start to panic, well I don’t know what will happen to you. You could die and who will help you like that? Not me for sure.” That disproved my theory that I had almost formed as I felt Amy’s toes wiggle around my ‘face’. “I know none of my shoes want to die, even if they really want to after months of being used by me.” I remember she then began to stroke the outside of the boot with her hands as well as feet. I found it weird and unsettling that I could feel her fingers go against my leathery skin but at the same time...comforting. “If you die, I won’t keep you around and you’re one of the best looking boots I own right now. I could’ve turned you into anything like a pair of disposable sandals or a pair of wedges but since I loved you so much, I turned you into the most amazing pair of shoes I own now.” She then turned me around to her shoe closet where I saw dozens of different pairs of shoes before me. I could see about six or so very worn sandals, enough some where there were exact footprints of her toes, heels and arches. I had no idea all of these were regular shoes that were inanimate objects or more ordinary people like myself. After that, I blacked out once more from shock.
That was the last time she ever talked to me as a boot. I assumed it was like this with the rest of her victims. Where she'd just turn her victims into shoes or maybe even other articles of clothing, talk to them once and then immediately forget that they were even people before they met her. Now with my matching brother/sister, she would occasionally wear me around to attract more collectibles. I would always try to yell at them, whether they were guys or girls, to just run but I could tell that only Amy could only hear my pleas by the way she tried to silence my screams. Not for the victim but her own sanity. She’d always stomp her foot every time I screamed which actually hurt more than I’d care to admit. So now, I just think and as far as I know, Amy can’t hear my thoughts and that gives me some sort of solace.
Every time Amy would put her feet in my body, she would always wiggle her toes, make them scrunch around the insole as she put me on yet again. Another agony of my existence as a shoe to Amy was that when she went about her day at the local college, the school I was planning on going to after I paid off my debts but after becoming Amy’s boot, teasing me more. Every time she brought me to the campus, I would cry and it broke me down, bit by bit. Like a river going over a boulder and how it would slowly break it down to a pebble over the centuries. Every defeat or every time she brought me to the college like another drop of water on my boulder. Agonizing yet Amy didn’t care.
The more people she added to her collection, the less she acknowledged us as a whole. She wouldn’t talk to me, or any other ‘people’. The silence from her was bittersweet as Amy was my only ‘friend’ as I couldn’t talk to the other shoes but the interaction was enough for me. But the silence from her soon ceased as the day when she brought me along with one of her ‘missions’ I guess I could call them. I had never been a part of these, I’d only seen the aftermath when she brought more people home. Now I could see the other side. Now that I thought about it, the sandals I saw the day I was turned might’ve been yelling at me too. Trying to tell me to run away from this girl as fast and as soon as possible. If only I could’ve heard them.
She walked to a small restaurant in the middle of a heat wave. The sweat from her wiggling toes, her massive sole and the pressure as she walked caused me to almost black out multiple times. Like myself, I had no idea what the newest victim of Amy’s was going to be turned into. It was just a matter of what type of shoe she would turn them into. Would she make them into sneakers so she would run in them? Flip flops to go walking around the beach? Maybe even a new pair of boots to replace me and my sibling. I had no idea what Amy would end up doing, I could only imagine the things she was thinking of turning her next victim into.
She walked over to a table, sat and started playing with my body with my sibling, making them rub against the outside of my body. It felt weird yet so natural. I couldn’t tell how long I’ve been Amy’s boot. Has it been a week? A month? A whole year? I couldn’t tell how long Amy had kept me like this as I spent most of my time in her closet, trying to talk to the other pairs of shoes. If they were people too and not regular shoes, I might’ve been able to hear them scream out like myself. But to no avail. I couldn’t tell if they were broken and acted like shoes because Amy had worn them so much or maybe I just couldn’t hear their screams. I could only hear my own. Perhaps they were just like me thinking without being able to very much as move a single centimeter of their bodies.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that a waitress came to help Amy and I tried my best to scream out to her but at this point, I was just wasting my energy trying to get people’s attention. Like myself, before me was her black work shoes. Now, I was beginning to suspect that every time Amy would wear me, every time I saw another shoe, I began to think that was another person that person was wearing on their feet. Was this normal? One day you’re a regular person, working nine to five and the next you’re one of a woman’s shoe collection.
I heard Amy make conversation with the waitress, and although I could only see her shoes, she was falling for this monster of a woman. She was crossing her feet as she stood and giving off the tone of voice that she wanted to keep talking to Amy. Eventually, Amy invited the waitress who I now knew was named ‘Robin’ to the bathroom. Amy was a minx wasn’t she? She fooled me and countless other people to transform them into more of her shoes. But, this waitress was different. Robin’s fate wasn’t the same as mine. Her fate wasn’t going to be a sandal for Amy to wear at the beach or sneakers for her to run in on a hot summer day. It was something much, much worse.
As Amy continued to walk into the bathroom with Robin, I could feel her toes scrunch slightly in excitement. Is this what the others felt right before she struck? The sweat from the sole that just sat on my body began to increase in production. Even the sock separating the bare skin from my ‘body’ seemed like it was failing to do its job. It began to feel slick inside me from the gallons of sweat Amy’s feet produced. That was, until the two women stopped in a stall to start making out. It amazed me how good this monster was at convincing people to come with her. If I had one still, my jaw would drop as I saw clothes fall down to the floor. From shirts, blouses and then to more concealed garments of clothing fell to the ground. And soon, I was kicked off and thrown into a corner along with Robin’s shoes. I tried my best to still scream out to her to leave the situation but I couldn’t. All I could do was watch Amy and her make out as if they were lovers for decades. I could see both of them contort their bodies to please the other and it seemed like Robin was the one doing it the most.
After some time had passed, it seemed like Robin was beginning to get tired. I then saw something that was very familiar, in fact it was just like the day I was brought down to serve Amy’s feet as her boot. She waved her hand in front of Robin’s adorable face and she did nothing but start to pass out onto the ground, her face literally inches from me. I knew from her perspective, she was just looking at a normal pair of cowgirl boots but if she only knew this torment was her fate. She then looked at me, almost as if she knew I was a human being, and licked her lips as she finally passed out on the ground.
A bright flash of light filled the bathroom, blinding me as I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I no longer saw Robin as a person but as new pair of leather moccasins with fur on the inside. I then saw Amy, now barefoot walk over to Robin’s new shoe form. Each step she took, her soles would pop on the tile, showing exactly how sweaty they were since their time escaping my body was. Her toes would fly up every step, letting me and Robin the underside of her toes. My heart raced as Amy’s foot got closer to the both of us. Was she willing to throw me out and use Robin from now on? Not that I liked being Amy’s boot, it was just... who would find me and think I was a normal boot? And it didn’t help when Amy put on the new pair of shoes. She let out a sigh of relief as I could see her toes wiggling around even when they were inside of Robin’s new body. She couldn’t keep her excitement inside for too much longer as she started to walk around the clean bathroom in Robin’s new form.
She then spoke to Robin as she walked. “Oh Robin, you foolish girl. Only the greatest of women, the greatest of men can really avoid becoming part of my collection.” She then walked over to me, making Robin and I look at one another, she still not knowing if I was just like her. “You see my boots, little Robin? They are exactly like you. A person I picked up from seducing them a long, long time ago. I don’t even remember this pair of boots name. It doesn’t matter now for them or for you my dear Robin. Soon, I will forget your name. Everyone who has fallen for me has been added to my shoe collection.” Amy wiggled her toes, letting Robin feel what I felt when I was first brought to her feet. I could only imagine the confusion, the rage, the feeling of being stepped on over and over again that Robin must’ve been feeling at this very moment. The fur inside that girls new form most likely got in between Amy’s toes tickling her, and making her enjoy the torture of this young girl even more than she did with me.
After a few more minutes of Amy enjoying the feel of her new shoes, she picked up Robin’s clothes as well as her shoes to drop them in her purse. And she almost forgot me sitting up right and it seemed like she wanted to be left there to maybe found by another girl to wear me but my secret desire to be left there in the women’s bathroom and away from Amy wasn’t meant to be. She looked at me and instantly grabbed hold of me. She carried me out of the restroom without much hassle or any for that matter. No one cared that this woman had just taken an employee of theirs into the bathroom only to come out with no only a new pair of shoes but also a purse full of new or rather used clothes. She then sat down at her table where her food was waiting for her to eat. She set purse full of clothes on the opposite side of the booth and put me, not on the ground but next to her. I look over and saw that she had her feet out of Robin’s moccasin body and letting them rest next to her purse. Across the underside of the table, I could see Amy’s wiggling toes, stretching and airing out from her time in both me and Robin. The toes were magical to watch. They were painted beautiful light pink. It was becoming apparent the longer I looked at them, the more I wanted, no. I craved having Amy step inside me and spreading those toes inside. And then, I heard a voice. Normally I would’ve just continued to do whatever I when I heard a voice around me. Except this time, this voice was Amy’s but she was directly talking to me.
“Hey, boots, I think your name is Sam or whatever. I couldn’t help but notice you were staring at my toes. Nice, aren’t they?” I tried to respond to Amy but I was still shocked that she was talking directly to me. “Got them done, but I don’t think I wore you when I did. It’d be foolish to take you, a pair of boots to get a pedi.” Amy chuckled as she took another bite of her food. “You’re finally starting to understand. Something that I’ve been waiting for another one of my shoes to want to be used. You want my toes to wiggle around inside you, my soles to sweat on you, you want all of it don’t you? Don’t try and lie to me either.” Amy said as she moved her right foot to be placed next to me. I could see the wrinkles that her toes caused. They were deep and seemed like they were welcoming me in. If I had them still, I would be licking my lips in anticipation. “Smell them if you want. Lots of sweat beads on them and bet they must smell pretty great for my foot lover.” Amy’s words were so hypnotic and my heart raced as I tried my best to smell and taste her feet but to no avail. After all, I was just another cowgirl boot.
But then I began to think to myself. “This is what I wanted as my life. I wanted, no, I needed to serve Amy’s feet. Even though I hated being this piece of leather and fabric, how could I resist her putting her feet in me? I could scream and cry while she walked within me but what was the point? No matter how much I screamed, no one would help me. In all the time I’ve been as a boot, not one has looked down to save me. It was then I accepted my fate as her shoe, the best companion for her gentle and soft feet that I possibly could be.” And then, almost as if Amy had read my mind, she started to rub my ‘face’ with her toes. I could feel all five, sweaty digits go around the outside of my body just to toy and tease me. She knew what I wanted her to do, but I would have to wait till she wanted to use me again.
I then heard another waitress come over to her. She looked very confused, most likely from Robin’s disappearance. If only she looked over on the other side of the booth, she would she her lost co worker. Amy moved her foot away from me as she swallowed her last bit of food, sending it down to her stomach as she patted it as she talked to the newest waitress. If it goes like it did with Robin, Amy might walk out of this restaurant with three pairs of shoes if this new waitress was like Robin and just followed her into the bathroom.
“Hi, my name is Valeria, I guess your other server left. I don’t know where she went off to.” Valeria seemed like a sweet girl, her skin was like milk chocolate and she smiled, not knowing her possible fate of being one with Amy’s collection. “I’m sorry about that, I guess I will be your new server while we look for her.” I could tell, without even looking across the table and at my level, that Robin was crying for help to her coworker. No one, not even me could hear her shouts, pleas or other things she must’ve thought. If Amy had prevented Robin from being able to think or speak like me, then the moccasins I was looking at were just shoes. No thought to them, but I could never know. That was the most terrifying thing about being turned. No one would ever know that this shoe was a person.
“Yes, I went into the restroom for a few minutes and I come back to see my food yet, no waitress.” Amy then grabbed hold of Valeria’s hand softly, massaging it the longer she held on. “Hey, you seem a little worked up. Why don’t you relax and join me? I’m sure getting off your feet for a few minutes will make the rest of your day that much better.” Amy gestured as watched Valeria’s movements very carefully as she waited for Valeria’s response. She even made her deal even sweeter. “Come on, sit with me for just a few minutes and there’ll be a huge tip in it for you.”
“Oh, I guess I can stay for a few minutes.” Valeria then moved the moccasins that was her poor co-worker, mere inches from her. “What are you having today? It smells delicious.”
“It is, well I don’t know but I love it.” Amy continued to eat whatever was on her plate, letting Valeria look down at her side to see Robin’s new form. I watched Valeria’s perfectly manicured hand pick her up and bring her out of my vision to be put on the table. Although I could hear her voice as Robin was brought up to be inspected by her co-worker. Or rather, now it would be former co-worker.
“These are really nice moccasins. They’re really cute, where did you get them?” Valeria asked as she moved her shoe to the side, bringing her leg up, letting me see what she was doing from underneath the table. She compared the sizes of her current work shoe and Robin’s moccasin form and surprising enough, they were the same size. Then, Robin was brought back to the booth seat where her other half was resting for her to return. “If I may, how much do you want them for?” Although had Valeria set the shoes down, I could still see her fingers begin to stroke the soft fur that was inside them. I knew she loved the feeling of the soft white fur on not only her fingers but I knew if Amy let her do it, her toes would enjoy the feeling as well. This must’ve been a waking nightmare for Robin as her co-worker played with her form and talked about wanting to purchase her.
“Oh, they are really nice aren’t they? Well what size are you? I’m guessing you’re the same size as me.” Amy then grabbed Robin’s form and began to inspect it even closer, making Valeria’s curiously spike tremendously. “If you want to have them, you can have them. I regret getting these when I did. I already have so many for my collection.” I saw Valeria reach for the shoe Amy had in her hand but unfortunately for her, Amy pulled it back and close to her chest. “You want them? Well I’m not going to give these to a girl whose feet don’t fit them. You know what I mean?” Amy then winked as she brought it under the table to my vision. “Take off those nasty work shoes of yours, let your feet relax for a bit.”
I looked down below at the ground to see Valeria already had taken off her work shoes, wiggling her toes while they were still inside the sweat coated socks. She then brought her leg up to Amy’s waiting hand as she slid Robin’s form onto her feet and it was like a match made in heaven for Valeria as she continued to wiggle her toes while obviously making Robin feel extremely uncomfortable, as far as I could tell. Like I theorized before, maybe Amy let Robin off easy and just wiped her mind, made it seem as if she was a normal shoe, no human thought like I had. Or maybe Amy was that cruel and given all of the people she turned into shoes senticance like she did with me. Pretty soon I could begin to smell the scent that Valeria’s socks were giving off and unlike Amy, I had to take the whole stench.
“Wow, they’re really comfortable. And they fit like...like they were made for me. And you’re sure I can have them? Just like that? They must’ve cost you a small fortune with fur like this.” Valeria then stood up and started walking around the restaurant, skipping around and giving Robin the test drive of her life.
“Oh I don’t worry about the cost. I have so many shoes that I could practically give them away.” Amy then moved her feet close to my face, giving me something to distract me from the conversation going on. It soothed me as I felt the warmth of her feet touch the tip of my form. “Hey, why don’t you come over to my apartment soon and I’ll show you my collection of...shoes.” Amy teased Valeria with the promise of more shoes for her to wear. This was Amy’s way of getting Valeria to go with her. Another person to add to the collection.
“If you have more shoes like this, count me in. Just tell me when and I’ll be there.”
“Great. Here’s my address and my phone number. I’ll be free tomorrow if you want to stop by and see the shoes I have. Don’t worry. Lunch will be on me.”