The weather is way too nice today, so there's sure to be a huge influx of very different people at the park you could potentially swap with. So you spend the next half hour waiting for and taking a bus to the city's park; your prior assumption of people being out was proven correct. There were plenty of people jogging, sunbathing, sitting on benches, even a couple guys doing weight lifting. But, you found an issue with this, people would find it weird if you just snuck up on those around them; you'd have to isolate a target before attempting a swap. Alas, most of the park's attendees were in groups of at least 2 others, "This might take a while." you say with a sigh.
And sure enough, it did; the whole time, you had to walk the entire park before managing to find someone alone. Sitting on a bench was a lovely latina woman, appearing to be about 23 or so. She was busy talking on her cell phone, oblivious to anyone that would ogle her voluptuous body in revealing clothing, including yourself. The woman was way too into her cellular conversation, laughing it up and making her breasts jiggle a lot. "She will do." You decide, blushing.
Maintaining a distance, you sneak around until you were behind the bench, before moving closer. Getting on your hands and knees, you can see the chick's petite feet, probable a size 8. They had grey nail polish and wore black flip flops that looked very plush. The woman made subconscious movements, her feet slipping in and out of the flip flops as well as playing with them. The sight began to arouse you, so you took out the device and hit the woman's feet. Immediately, they disconnect from her legs above the ankles; the latina lifts her legs off the ground, leaving her feet there alone. At first you think she might've noticed, but your fears were unfounded. With a smile, you grabbed the separated feet and hold them in your hands; they still made lovely movements.
You then zapped your feet with the device, causing them to fall off; quickly, you attach the latina's dainty feet to your calves then place yours back underneath her legs. Still oblivious, the latina put her legs back down, unintentionally attaching your feet to her. Behind the bench, you sit and wiggle your new toes, enjoying the sensations of smaller, female feet. The whole situation nearly makes you chuckle, as you also relish how comfortable the flip flops are.
As you were preoccupied playing with your new additions, the oblivious latina stands up and walks away, still on the phone, taking your feet with her. After a bit longer, you figure its time to switch back; except you are shocked to see the latina is gone. "No! Where did she go!?" You frantically wonder. Looking down at the tan feet attached to you, you stand up. "I can't be stuck with her feet; I gotta find that woman!" You proceeded to run in the direction you figured she went, as you happened to notice a track reminiscent of your sneakers in the dirt. "She must've gone this way." You conclude, running and feeling the flip flops slapping your oft soles with each step.