We met in middle school. From the first day I met her, she caught my eye in a wonderful way. She was so beautiful. At 16 years old, she stood at about 5'5 with blonde hair, a nice curvy body, and beautiful feet. She used her feet too. She was very athletic. She mostly played volleyball, but played other sports as well. I always wanted to date her, but she was attracted to a different breed of men. So, years went by as I stared at her during class. During these years, my fantasies about her grew into her dominating me under foot. Even though, she never seemed to be the dominating type. One day, my mother met her father, and a couple of years later we were step siblings. This blew up any chance I had of getting together with Shelby. Until one day, my mother got a call, Shelby had been in an awful car accident. She had massive internal injuries and was not expected to survive. That is, until the doctor told us about a new procedure called Life Syncopy. This procedure involved taking a living young human being and transforming him or her into a pair of shoes. The human shoes would then keep Shelby alive by supplying her with the life force needed to live. It was a complex procedure, but that was the gist. After hearing this, Shelby's parents began asking anyone if they would sacrifice themselves to be Shelby's shoes. They ran out of luck though. No one wanted to be under Shelby's feet for the rest of her life. I had to think very hard about my next plan of action. I really liked her feet, but was I ready to serve as her shoes forever? I didn't know if I was ready to sacrifice my life. After a couple of days, the doctor called all of us in to say our goodbyes. When we got there, the doctor asked again if anyone would like to sacrifice themselves. I knew that I needed to do it, so I volunteered. My mother was proud and Shelby's family was grateful. The doctor immediately rushed me into his office. He said that he needed to go over the details of the procedure with me. He said that: the procedure was irreversible, I would be under her feet for at least 16 hours a day, I will feel, smell, and taste everything, and all of my assets would be given to her. He then asked me to sign over my life (literally). After that, he put me in a box, typed in her foot size and hit a button. I immediately passed out. Later, I woke up and I was paralyzed. I didn't have limbs or anything. I saw a bright light at the end of my body, and I realized that I was now her shoe. The doctor peeked in and told me that he was about to put me on her feet, in hopes that she would wake up. Then, I felt my whole body moving and I felt sick. To make matters worse, her toes appeared in the hole at the end of my body. They entered slowly, then they scraped into me. The toes dragged over my body painfully until the ball of her foot landed on my face. Then her foot was pressed into me which meant that I was being tied up. I didn't know what type of shoe I was yet. Then something awful started to happen, her foot started sweating. It rolled directly into my mouth. It tasted like salt water and it stunk a great deal. The heat level also rose immensely. I felt like I was drowning in an oven. Then I started moving again. I was falling and then BAM, I experienced the most painful sensation in my life. I felt like every part of me was going to explode, and then BAM, BAM, BAM. It was merciless. I never got relief. The pain was the same each time. I felt this for a long time, then it stopped for about thirty minutes. During all of this time, she is tapping me up and down, up and down, up and down which makes me nauseous, combined with gallons of her foot sweat draining into my mouth and the immense heat. I already regretted volunteering. I felt like I was in hell. Then BAM BAM BAM. The incredible pressure crushing me every time she took a step. I wanted to die. Then, the most incredible sensation ever, fresh air.

Her foot pulled off of me and a suction made a whoosh sound. She then looked inside at me and said "Wow you must've really had a thing for me to give up your own life for me. I'm grateful to you, but I want to get one thing clear, you are my shoe, not my friend. From this point on, I will not be talking to you unless it benefits me. Oh, and just in case your wondering you are my Nike tennis shoes right now, but I can change you into anything I want. They gave me a machine at the hospital that can change you into my high heels, slippers, volleyball shoes, boots, or anything else. Oh, and by the way, I never did like you. You were always a creep, so it's my pleasure to step on you. Hope you enjoy my foot sweat, because I have a volleyball game tonight." Then she lifted me up and put me into this box contraption. I passed out for five minutes and I was laying sideways on the floor. She threw some socks on me and WOW did they smell. She took the socks off of me and said, "These are my lucky socks, I've never lost a game while wearing these and I never intend to. The bad part for you, is that they have never been washed. I have played in these socks for over 50 games without washing them. So, I hope you don't mind smelly feet!" After saying this, she started putting her socks on. I could briefly see her while she was lifting me up and she looked so sexy in her volleyball outfit. I was briefly excited to be her shoes, but then her foot came into me. The smell was awful and pungent. When her toes came down onto my face, the gallons of putrid, salty, sour liquid entered my mouth, and made me gag. She then tied me up and there I was in hell again. Then the immense footfalls started up again which caused even more of the sweat to be released. After being pounded all the way down the stairs, I could hear Shelby talking to her mom. Mom: "How does he feel under your feet sweety?" Shelby: "He is the most comfortable pair of shoes I've ever had! I think his destiny was to be my shoes!" Mom: "Maybe so, but don't make it to hard on him, you don't want to hurt him." Shelby: "Mom, he's my shoes now. He must be in extreme pain, and it kind of makes me happy. He was always a weirdo, but he makes a great pair of shoes. So, no promises." Mom: "Ok, good luck at the game!" Shelby: "Don't worry, I'm wearing my lucky socks" Mom: "I feel sorry for him, he must be drowning in your foot sweat." Shelby: "Don't feel sorry for him, he was born to drink my foot sweat. I'm the best thing that's happened in his life." I couldn't believe how cruel Shelby was! She actually liked dominating me? I didn't know that she was so capable of inflicting pain on someone. Shelby went to the car and started driving to the school. I was not prepared for what happened next. At the school, Shelby got out of the car and started walking to the gym. Every step she took made me scream and cry. She heard this and said, "If you don't shut up I'm going to wear you to bed and you can smell my rotten socks all night!" She then stepped in some mud which tasted extremely foul. I tried to stop screaming but the pain was too much. She said, "That's it! You are not getting a break from my feet tonight!" When she got to the gym she was greeted by her friends. Mary: "Hey girl! I see that your all better! You made a quick recovery!" Shelby: "Yeah, my dumb step brother basically sacrificed his life for me." Hannah: "What do you mean?" Shelby: "I'm standing on him right now. He's still alive, he's just my shoes now." Mary: "Eww, you mean he's going to be your shoes forever?" Hannah: "Boy, he's going to hate tonight!" Shelby: "Yep, he sure is, and since he's been screaming, I'm going to wear him to bed tonight. He's going to regret all that screaming nonsense." At this moment the coach blew the whistle and the team lined up. Shelby stomped on me a couple of times and said, "You better be massaging my feet during this game or I'm going to step in dog crap on the way home." I had absolutely no idea on how to massage her feet, so I just started lifting and rolling my body in a wave like motion. This took all of my energy due to her weight and then the whistle blew. Instantly, she began pounding into me. Her weight and stomps made it difficult to lift my body. All of a sudden, I felt my body soar into the air and BAM! She landed on me, which made me scream and beg, "SHELBY, PLEASE STOP, YOUR CRUSHING ME!!!" Then, as if things could get any worse, her foot started pouring sweat and as I was screaming, I started drowning on the sweat. This was only ten minutes into the game. Thirty jumps and a hundred gallons of sweat later, the game was over. In the locker room, Shelby said, "You didn't massage my feet to the best of your ability! Oh well, hope you like the taste of dog crap!" As she walked to the car, she stepped in a heaping pile of dog crap, which tasted awful. Then she got mad because I was dirty, so she hosed me off while remaining on her feet. She wore me to bed where I had to sulk in the hot, humid, and putrid environment until morning. Before going to bed, she said, "Good night loser, hope you are ready for school tomorrow."