It was safe to say that between her and your mom, your Aunt Adrianna got the better genes of the family. Comparatively, she was a giantess standing at exactly six feet tall. And she had some killer curves, largely focused on her chest and hips instead of all over like your mother. Especially her boobs, which she loved to show off and flaunt which was probably how she landed such a rich husband. And somehow despite being forty, she looked in her thirties or late twenties (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c1/91/5b/...).
Though your aunt and mom didn't always get along, they were sisters. And like sisters, they tended to share everything, even clothes.
Somehow through one of those clothes swaps, an outfit of your aunt's had landed in your laundry. And it was her socks you so blissfully slipped on, unaware of whose they really were or what effect they would have on your body. The only thing you cared about was getting out of your own wet socks and into the sock material of the ones you had found. Being six foot even, it wasn't too much of a gap between you and your aunt, so they seemed to fit you just fine.
"Not bad," you said, flexing your toes. "Better than the holey socks I have, I guess."
And with that, you continued your chores, unaware that your feet were starting to look a little slimmer than was usual. The magic was working from your heels to your toes, shaping them to be more feminine in nature. Even your nails were beginning to get polished and shine though it would last only as long as you continued to wear the socks, and the longer they were worn the more you would begin to change from the feet up.
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