Finally your father removes his sock and dumps you out on his bed. He looks at his foot and a smile spread across his face. "That's my toy... I mean boy, you did a good job. Well, a deals a deal. Now lets get my new sock ready." say your dad smiling. You were in horrible shape after eating nothing but toe-jam, you couldn't even work up the strength to protest. Your dad takes out a sock and the remote and you watch as he types in what he wants and aims it at you and fire. You feel yourself change and when it's over, you watch as he lifts you to the mirror to show you and all you see is him holding a sock like the one on his bed. "Please dad, don't leave me like this." you beg with what little strength you have left. "Oops, forgot to mute you." he say almost nonchalantly. "Please don..." but that's all you get before your muted. "Well now that that's finished I better take a shower." say you dad as he sets the remote on the dresser and undresses in front of you and then heads to the shower. All you can do is wallow in your sadness as you hear the shower start. "Well at least he'll be clean when he starts wearing me and I won't smell immediately." you think to yourself trying to look at the bright side. and a while...
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