"There, now let's go for a little stroll, shall we?" Jack said, picking up the pair of shoes that was once Edwin, once again planning wearing no socks to provide Edwin with another helping of his horrendously smelling feet. The boy sat down, about to put on Edwin once more when an idea came to him. Smirking, he stepped away from Edwin, going into the kitchen, leaving the pair of high tops to wonder what Jack was up to now.
The bully walked into the kitchen, snickering to himself as he opened the refrigerator, looking at all the various things inside. His mother had stacked a ton of leftovers in the kitchen recently, but Jack was looking for one thing in particular. Rummaging around, Jack smirked as he finally found it. Reaching in with his hands, Jack soon pulled out a tuna casserole that was on the verge of being bad.
"You know, just not putting on socks isn't enough punishment for you, Edwin," Jack called from the kitchen, causing the pair of high tops to worry about what Jack was doing. "I think that we need to make this a little more, let's say trying, for you, don't you think?"
Setting the casserole onto the floor, Jack then began to plant his feet inside of it, making sure to wriggle his feet around and get as much of the smell as he could onto his feet. What made this even better for Jack, was that he knew that his victim couldn't stand the smell of fish, even going so far as to vomit sometimes when the lunch ladies served it. Adding something else for good measure, Jack took out a platter of raw tuna, making sure to add that smell as well.
Taking out the Chronivac real quick, he enacted a mental change on his mother, making sure that she was perfectly okay with him doing stuff like this, in fact she was now proud of him for making messes, as well as bullying others. Saving the changes, Jack went back to Edwin, slowly slipping in his feet.
Back in the weird senses that he now had as a shoe, Edwin could feel something slimy sliding into his left half, something that filled him with disgust. As a similar thing soon slid into his right half, Edwin soon figured out what Jack had done. Words could not describe how much he wanted to throw up, and Jack's taunting only made things worse.
Before the two stepped outside, however, Jack made one last change. Pointing the emitter at the hoodie that used to be Ms. Santos, he clicked the button, saving whatever changes he had done. The hoodie was then changed into a dog within a matter of seconds, a Jack Russell terrier at that, and Edwin could tell that Ms. Santos still kept her old mind. Still, with some menacing words from Jack, she made sure to act like a regular dog.
"Well then, Edwin," Jack said, stepping outside, keeping Ms. Santos on a black leash as Edwin felt his first taste of Jack's feet pressing into his insides. "Let's get going."