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Author's Chapter Notes:

for those who liked the previous chapter, sorry for taking so long.I had given up this translation(my original story is in portuguese), i hope you like it.And reviews are always a great motivator to new writers to continue their stories, so let me know what you think, even if you don't like it.

Before their little chat, even though being in a hurry, it seemed that Julie was being more carefull with her walk, but now the girl was almost running.Maybe she was getting too used to Mark as just shoes.She did'nt even talk to him during the trip.Mark on the other hand was too scaried about how their last conversation to even try to engange into a talk.She not only blammed him for what happened but also sentenced him to a whole day of being a pair of stupid shoes, only so she didn    t walk bare feet.On top of that she almost crushed him as she stomp when he tried to reason with her.

It wasn't his fault that he didn't remembered all te test subjects nor of her shoes being stolen.The second one was her fault, for not being smart enough to hidde them better.He always knew that Julie was kind of bossy, but that wasn't a big deal when he was a 6 foot tall man, now however...

"Ouch..." Mark yelled as he felt his soles scraping against the concrete floor.

"Oh god, you scared me, i think i kind forget that you where there.Sorry about that little scratch."

"LITTLE SCRATCH?You almost repped out my back"

"Come one don't be such a baby"

Julie was thinking how selfish Mark was being, it wasn't that bad to be a pair of shoes, for just a couple of hours, she wasn't even fat heavy.She was a clean girl.And she was really pretty.He should be glad of being able to help his hot friend.Even more now, that he basicaly made her fail in Macroeconomies.Mark was probably complaining all the time so as to make her feel guilty or something, off course she wasn't happy about using her friend as a pair of shoes, but right now, she had no choice.

She took a look at her watch, and realised she was 12minutes late, she once again forgot Mark and all his complains and got back to her hurry, but now she was in fact running.

Mark's world became a turmoil once again as his both bodies swang back and forth, each one to a different direction, in a ridiculously unconfortable way.He lost count of the number of times his back stroke against the hard floor at the same time her feet slapped his face per minute.And the rythim was increasing.

"JULIE slow dow..." The warning was cut by the hardest of the hits so far, in a single blow he felt every little "inch" of the giantess toes pressing his face as if they were trying to turn him into mashed potatoes, and a pressure in his thin heels, as a elephant balanced on the top of a stick.

Julie was running downstairs, and for being in a hurry she was skipping the last 3 steps of each flight of stairs with a jump.Completaly unheeding of her friend situaton.

"For fucks sake, are you trying to kill me?My god Julie you almos broke me, my heel almost shattered now"

"Ops...sorry again Mark.But you have to agree that i can't walk as you were made of crystal yet when im in such a hurry.And we both know that you are just overreacting, theese heels are really solid." She then did 3 little jumps as to show him her point.At that, he held all his anger, there was no point in talk to her about it again, she was reckless, sloppy and kind of crazy.

"Now shhh!!!Im entering in the classroom"

Julie entered the room, and sat in a desk next to the wall, she then started the test.

"What time is it Julie?"

"Mark, only 15 minutes passed since i've got in the classroom, relax, if you try to track the time, it will look like is taking longer"

Julie would have 4 tests today, the one Mark screwed her, the one she was in right now, and 2 more.Each one with 2 hours of duration.

Now that he didn't have to worry, and think about the test, his situation was far worse.With nothing to distract him from his position, his senses were growing strong.The old strawberry taste, was fading each second that passed, the taste was getting salty over time, finally lasting only the salty taste of sweat.He could only look up, where he could see giant toes, going up and down hitting his face on the landing, over and over and over and over again.The test was probably hard since she was sweating a lot, and in his position, that wasn't good.He then focused again on her toes, as from up and down, they started to scratch his face.As it couldn't get worse, she started to repetedly hit the sole on the floor while supporting her feet on the heel.

The rhythmically bumps of the hits was giving him headaches, but the real torture was the scratching toes, for god's sake, it was his face.And now they where getting really moist, and it was disgusting.As time passes she was scratching harder, to the point that Mark felt as his face/insole probably would have her toe naisl printed on then.For a second he could laugh at his situation, he was being tortured...by toes.And at this point, he was smelling like feet.

He beared all he could until...

"STOP IT JULIE"

"Stop what?Are you crazy?"

"You feet, cease with the feet dance, the scrathcing...its hurting"

"Stop being a cry baby Mark, i know that it don't hurt"

"Dont hurt?Don't hurt you, that isnt a pair of shoes being used by a selfish girl and doesnt know how to fucking keep the feet still"

"SHut up..."But this time, instead of 'talking' in her mind, she actually said it, out loud.

"Sorry professor, the question 4 is really hard, and i accidentaly cursed out lour, too much pressure on finals day.

The professor nodded accepeting her apologies.

Now Julie was really pissed.

"See what you made me do?IM in the middle of a test, i CAN'T deal with your complainings right now.It looks like you making me fail one test isn't enought for you.I won't let you ruin my semester.From now on, no more voice for you till im done, mister."

"Don't you dar..." She made a gest with her fingers and somehow he knew, that no matter how loud he scream, she wouldn't hear a thing.

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