On the screen of the device was a blinking blip, accompanied by a slight beeping noise. It had unexpectedly turned on whilst you were following the tracks left by the woman with your feet. "Almost got to her; then I can get my own feet back." you sign, looking down at the tan, female parts attached to your legs. Up ahead, the woman was still on her phone, still not noticing that her parts had been swapped. "Ok, this woman has some serious attention issues." You noted.
Sitting on a bench, the woman opens up her shoulder bag and pulls out a pair of cork wedge, platform thongs; it would appear she was planning on swapping out her shoes for a more fancy pair. "She doesn't even have the right feet to fit those. God, this is painful to watch." You say with a hiss, walking up behind her. Although, strangely enough, you can't help but lower your haze to the wedges placed on the ground. The latina gets into a really heated joke on the phone and ends up lifting her legs, giving enough room for you to reach down and grab the shoes. 'These are better suited for me anyway.' You think, slipping your dainty feet out of the plush flip flops and into the cork wedges. "Wow, these are surprisingly comfy, too."
Unfortunately, the latina stands back up and proceeds to walk away again; having forgotten she had left shoes behind. 'Damn it. No more waiting around!' Prepared to confront her face to face, you find that you cannot move your legs; it felt like your dainty feet weighed a ton and your legs muscles would not be able to walk. "What the fuck?" You curse, seeing your cute toes wiggle of their own accord. Suddenly, you find the feet shakily shimmy, effectively turning your body away from the woman walking away. "Wait, stop, I gotta get my ow feet back. I don't want you stuck to the end of my legs.!" You plead, as the feet are able to make your legs walk you in the opposite direction.