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Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.
"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.
"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.
"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.
Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.
"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.
"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.
"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.
"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.
Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.
"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.
"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.
"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.
Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.
Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.
Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.
Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.
A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.
Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.
"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."
Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.
Would you want to....
share Tom's fate.
play the role of Bradly enjoying the best pair of work socks.
return Tom back to normal and use regular socks.
Voting ended onMar 27
