The second her foot touched your insole you felt your perspective change. Instead of looking at the sole of her foot, you were looking at the insole of the shoe as the shoe surrounded and encased you. It then hit you. You somehow must’ve become your mothers foot! You begin to panic but can do nothing as your mom has full control. She begins her day walking around the house and cleaning things up. Every step you felt your muscles extend and contract as your new sole face kept slamming into the ground over and over. You hated this! You felt the sweat starting to build on your skin as a stench began to build up. You were so grossed out! You were somehow your moms stinky and sweaty foot and you didn’t know how to change it! Your mom continues on cleans and humming as if everything is normal. “I think I might go out in town and shop” your mom says to herself as you now dread that you’ll be used to walk your mom all over town. Out the door she went not realizing every step was torturing her daughter who was her own right foot.
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