"What's with this socks?" you say looking at that. They are small and azure. Maybe your mother bought that recently?
You raise your shoulders:"Well better than anything" you say. You don't really believe they are a good fit for you, but hey you just need to wait at your house till your mother come home and wash yours.
Unknown to you, this socks belong to Amy Buckocks, your obese neighbor and since they were washed with the laundry powder they have a trace of magic in it.
As you return to your room, you feel an odd sensation in your feet, they seems somehow swollen, yet smaller. They socks which were a little short when you've put that up, are now slowly rising to your calves. Even your ankles are slowly getting bigger, fusing with your calves and giving your feet some sort of 'cankles'.
After a while that you're playing at your pc, annoyed by this new sensation you reach for your socks, but then
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