You look contemptuously after her when the door closes and then to the socks and boots. The socks have not moved since the first time, but the boots look different. Before they were just plain black combat boots but now the heel is slightly wedged and raises the heel about three inches above the toes. She can play all the games she wants but you'll show that you say what you mean. If she thinks the new style boots will dissuade you she was wrong. The only thing that might stop you is that her boots look to be size seven and a half and your a size ten.
Shrugging you ignore the fact that the socks smell and are wet with sweat and pick them up. One ar a time you pull them up over your feet and snug on your calf. Your feet are probably going to smell like hers now but small price to pay not to back down. Without your noticing the socks tighten around your feet and calves. The sweat soaking into your skin turning it a soft brown, softening your skin, making your toes cute and dainty. All the hair recedes and a coat of dark purple nail polish appears on your nails as your feet shrink to a size seven and a half.
You figure you'll look stupid walking around mostly naked except boots and sock but do what you say you could. You surprisingly pull the first boot on with no trouble and then the second. At first when you stand up your legs feel wobbly, especially the first few steps. But as you progress further it becomes easier, walking circles around your cell.
The first few steps and the brown skin under the socks slowly spread up over the socks, and up your calves, all your hair receding, calves plumping up and rounding out with muscle to help you walk with the heels.
About a quarter mile in and your thighs were now the same light brown as your calves, thick and mostly muscle with a little bit of fat to give them that perfect thick shape. You couldn't help but think this would be easier if your thighs would quit rubbing together. Maybe she should have left some baby powder to help with the chaffing at least.
A half mile in, you now had a thick, round, juicy latina ass, a tight cute brown pussy, toned hourglass waste that made the top of your heart shaped ass almost look like a shelve. Breasts had grown on your chest, shapely C's, almost D cups. Your light brown skin tight as your shoulder blades and spine stayed straight to help balance the weight on your front. You could not help but gripe at how heavy your breasts were without support, the way swear trickled down the center of your back in this hot room to the crack of your ass. Was it too much to get a bra? Honestly and the way your ass jiggled and boobs bouncec meant you had to balance all those off center gravities, and the soreness of no support. Plus your heels were getting sore being in these boots so long. But you would keep walking till she came back.
Three quarters of a mile later your long black hair kept getting in your face and sticking to your glossy lips, your arms and hands were muscular but not freakishly so, more defined. Your fingernails sporting a dark purple nail polish. Your brown eyes repeatedly scanning the door hoping it will open. You reach up to pull the hair off your face. God it was always in the way, sticking to the sweat, and when you went to brush it out later it would be tangled OF COURS......
Suddenly you were made aware of all the changes. You look down and scream your voice a much higher tone than before. You look at your body similiar to Espinoza's with only minor differences. First that where she stood five foot 7, you were probably three whole inches shorter. Your lips felt thicker than hers, and your skin was maybe one shade lighter than hers. There is no way your staying like this. The room feels like a sauna and your sweating in a body that isnt yours and your..... NO Espinoza's socks are more sweaty than when you put then on. No.... either you take them off now and quit or you keep working to prove that you'll finish what you started.