As you open up your eyes you're blinded at first by the incoming light. Your vision adapts quickly, but the apparent sunrise still slightly washes out everything you see. How can that be, it was midday when you dozed off and now it's early morning? That’s not the only thing tripping you up. A burning musty stench is making you queasy. You also feel shrunk down and your field of vision is kinda wonky … or actually it has gone complete haywire since you’re able to see more than half of the room. By the looks of it, you’re not even in your bedroom anymore.
You look out in front of you to see a wooden dresser standing on a brownish carpet. An umbrella stand lurks in the corner of what you now presume to be a hallway. When you take a look at the front door it hits you. This is Evan’s house. But how? You want to run out of there as fast as you can, but when you try to get moving nothing happens. You try again and again but to no avail, the mental strain it puts on you leaves you exhausted and you didn’t even move an inch. This was insane. What was even happening here?
Likely this has something to do with the magic headphones but the message sounded pretty clear to you. You calm down and go through the situation as thoroughly as you can. So where am I exactly in the hallway? You remember waiting here once in a while before skating and you try to recall the layout to the best of your ability. Well if the dresser is there and the picture frames are behind you then you are … on the shoe rack?! No that can’t be it you are definitely standing on the floor, but as you focused on where your nose would be, normally canceled out by your brain, you see a yellow fabric tip surrounded by a white rim. These are Evan’s shoes? No you’re Evan’s shoes!
This can’t be happening, it must be a dream. A very weird one at that but there’s no other explanation. You close your eyes swiftly and wait. An annoyed hum forms in your head as you get frustrated with the situation at hand. After a while you decide to open up your eyes in hopes of waking up or something of the sort. But no, you’re still in a hallway unable to move and for some reason you’ve become your crush’s shoes. You should’ve never messed with those headphones in the first place, they’re probably cursed and devil’s work. How could you’ve been so stupid.
Suddenly your internal bickering is interrupted by a door slamming shut. Your thoughts are on standby as a rush of fear and tension takes hold of you. You had totally forgotten about the chance of other people showing up. Rapid footsteps echo through the hallway as someone storms down the stairs. Out of the corner of your eye you see him, your crush, handsome as ever, even when you’re a shoe. His constant smile and carefree attitude emanating waves of pleasure through you and thawing any fear you have, at least for now.
He lands with an enthusiastic jump on the carpet, the thud bringing you back to your senses. Then a chilling thought surfaces at the back of your mind. If that’s Evan and you’re currently his shoes that means … he’s going to wear you. You are dumbfounded for a second and can’t quite wrap your head around what that meant. Until it clicks in your head and you start freaking out.
It is already too late. You see Evan approaching, not that you could’ve done anything about it in your current form, but it still creeps you out and it sounds disgusting. Out of all the things you could’ve been turned into to be his, it had to be shoes. It seems that you were properly thrown on the floor the day before and now Evan sits down in front of you to put you on his feet.