The shoes sat on the feet they found to be their comfortable new home and pondered the offer, the occasional squeak coming from them as they weighed the pros and cons. They truly liked being shoes, it was a sensation like nothing Jenny had anticipated when she found out she was going to be a pair of footwear for the silly clown. As she set onto the feet, it was easy to think like a shoe, and want to be worn further, to be walked around in, to be used for their true purpose, but currently, there was that little voice in her head. A human voice that recalled her human job, her human purpose, and it seemed like it might get in the way of the fun.
"Okay, I'm gonna do it!" she squeaked. The rubber smile on the front almost seemed to grow larger. "What do I have to say again."
"Well, just say "Jenny Who, Mind of a Shoe" Roly Poly said with an equally wide grin.
"Jenny Who? Mind of a Shoe?" she asked to clarify, but it started the magic, a wave of euphoria washing over the large sneakers, which sent her into a fit of giggles. "Jenny Who? Mind of a shoe!" she said more confident, which caused the changes to continue, the shoes glowing a hazy purple color as magic set to work. At first it was slow, she had visions of how to be a good shoe, how to cope when he wasn't wearing her.
"Jenny Who, Mind of a SHOE!!" she shouted and the glow got brighter as she saw her past a shoe, being manufactured, being bought by Roly Poly, The first time he wore her, how she felt when he put his toes in her, a sexual delight, unlike anything her human memory could have imagined.
Speaking of her human memories, they were leaving as fast as the new ones came in, when one memory arrived, a human memory disappeared, replaced by the shoe ones. Her first date? gone. Graduating top of her class in high school? Also gone? It wasn't long until there wasn't a single remaining memory in there that wasn't switched to match her life as Roly Poly's shoes.
"How goes it down there, Jenny?" Roly Poly said, with a knowing smirk.
"Who you talking to, boss? No Jenny here." the shoes said, the voice much goofier sounding than before, almost thicker and more rubbery, like a female cartoon doing a fake deep voice.
"Oh sorry, my bad. I meant to say Laces. How you doing, Laces?"
"Never better, man! Thanks for wearing me out to such a fancy place. Wow, I love it here. So many folks getting to see my cute silly looks on your sexy feet."
"Well you are my best pair of formal sneakers. Really make me look like a star." he said. "Now then, no scaring people by talking to me." he said.
"Oh right, sorry, boss." they whispered and they quieted up.
With Jenny gone for the time being, and him undecided if he he would be willing to undoo the mantra's effect on her mind, he simply waited for more guests of the club to wander over.