"I bet it feels REALLY good to be my shoes, doesn't it, old Eddie?" Jack gloated to his brand new footwear, making sure that every step he took would be felt by his former classmate. "Almost as good as it'll feel if we stepped in that dog poop, right?"
The bully was currently headed home since school had closed, making sure he kept a close eye on his brand new clothing. Sure, maybe someone would notice that Ms. Santos was gone, but he'd probably turn her back soon, he only did this to her on a whim after all. As of right now, Jack was purely focused on making Edwin's life as miserable as possible, as he put all his might into stomping on a very smelly dog turd.
Meanwhile Edwin was slowly seething as Jack walked home, with him on his bare feet. Being a pair of shoes was a weird experience, especially since he couldn't see, and one he might've even wanted to try out under different circumstances. But this was almost torture for him, being changed against his will, especially since he didn't know if Jack would change him back or not.
Anyway, they soon entered Jack's home, Jack instantly hanging his hoodie that was Ms. Santos on a rack, shouting a greeting at his mom before he ran upstairs, clutching his newly transformed sneakers between his arms. As he got to his room, he placed Edwin on the bed, making sure that he placed the two sneakers together and fired a beam from the Chronivac emitter at Edwin.
The two sneakers merged together and became larger, organs filling the emptiness as his fabric began to turn back to flesh and blood. It wasn't long before Edwin was lying face first on the bed, smelly and dirty, a look of disgust on his face as he got up, only for Jack to sit down on him and keep him down.
"What the heck?!" Edwin shouted, desperately trying to break free so that he might have a chance at making the Chronivac his once again.
"Listen, Eddie," Jack said, a malicious grin on his face as he looked through shoe presets on the Chronivac. "The only reason that I turned you back was so that I could have your opinion on what kind of shoe you want to be next. Got it? I'm not letting you go just yet, so right now, I think I'll turn you into...