"Fine, but I want to make one thing clear. He is still my boyfriend, who now just happens to be footware" corrected Brooke as she handed over the $130 dollars.
"Well if you say so. I mean what do I know? I'm just the wizard who made the damn shoe box, so clearly you know better than me what it does." grumbled the old man under his breath as he pockets the money. "And only because I don't want you comming back here to bother me about this, if you need to undo the curse, simply either find a new victim as only one person can hold the curse at a time, or pay me $2,500 dollars, up front to remove it, and then another $2,500 dollars afterwards if I was successful."
"Yeah, yeah whatever, so all I need to do is place him in the box to change him right?" Asked Brooke, only paying half attention to the old man.
"No, you can do it at any time, even while wearing him, although I would advise maybe not jumping from heels to flats while balancing as the height your standing at is set by your heel's height, so if you are wearing a pair of ridiculous 36" tall heels, and want to slip into a pair of slippers, you will need to be prepared to fall 3 feet to the ground when you do. Also, you can determine whether or not you can hear him in your head by just thinking about it."
Brooke looked like a child who was promised a cookie if they listened. She was extremely interested in this information. "That's so cool! What else?"
"Well, you will be able to walk like an expert in any footware he becomes. He is also unbreakable. And lastly, while he is technically footware, as long as the clothing is fully attached to some part covering your feet, he doesn't have to be just footware. For example, he could become a complete outfit, as long as it was more or less a onesie style design. So he could be a French Maid uniform, as long as it was all connected together somehow. And don't worry, your body can also adjust to fit him, as he normally will do to fit you, if you needed him to. Also, you gain the skills associated with the footware, if there are any to be gained." Instructed the old man.
Brooke actually was paying attention to this and was getting a lot of ideas. Needless to say, her boyfriend would be staying as her footwear for quite a long while. Especially because if she ever wanted to have sex, she just would need a onsie which had a copy of his dick on the inside to fuck herself with. She thanked the old man and promised to return later to maybe find something else when she had more money to spend and left the shop, now walking in her new 6 inch pumps like a seasoned pro as she listened to her boyfriend moan in happiness. She also noted he sounded like a women now, but that was likely due to him being a practically "woman's only" style of footwear. If he became something neutral or even manly like a pair of work boots or the running shoes he just was before, then she assumed he would sound like his nornal self again.
She relished in the feeling of superiority, as with each step she could hear the blissful cries and moans of a slut who is getting the fucking of her life. Whenever she would stop walking, her boyfriend would start panting, as if to catch his breath, and then would beg her to either keep walking or turn him back to normal.
Brooke didnt have 5 grand just laying around, so there would be a bit of a wait to buy her boyfriend his humanity back, or perhapse she would find someone to be a suitable replacement for him instead. Either way, even if she was loaded, she planned to keep him glued to her feet for at least a few months. There was just so much she wanted to try out with him being her footware that turning hin back would be a waste. Her minimum time frame was 130 days, since that would equate to her spending a dollar a day. After that would be dependent on their circumstance at the time.