Since she was out, Brooke decided to stop and do a bit of shopping. As she walked into the store, she passed by one of those scratch-off lottery dispensers qnd had an idea. Hiding behind a display, she changed her boyfriend into a copy of an extremely rare pair of boots from a game she played which boosted the player's luck stat by +50,000% instead of the intended +50% due to a bug in the code.
Now with her "lucky boots", she spent $10 dollars and bought one ticket. She scratched it off and was over the moon as she had just won the "$1000 dollars a week for life" grand prize. But this could have been a fluke, so she bought another 5 tickets, and won various amounts equaling well into the thousands on all of them.
She tried her best to contain her excitement as she went to cash them in. It seemed her luck was really being boosted as she even was able to smoothly fly through all of the procedures in cashing them in.
Ironically, the one downside to the boots, were that the pervert who designed them, made them look like a pair of black thigh high stripper boots, with a 10" heel. But, everyone simply complimented how they made her look beautiful, or how their added height really suited her, or that they wished they could pull off wearing those kind of boots even half as well as Brooke could. All of the complements really went to her ego too, and she began to act way more flirty and show-off-y to everyone she met.
Durring a break from moaning incessantly, you finally managed to bring up that part with her. "Hey Brooke, you do remember I am right here too. I may be footware, but I thought you said I was still your boyfriend too."
"Oh my, are you jealous?" She said teasingly, as she bounced her weight up and down, causing you to experience short bursts of pleasure whenever she shifted her weight down. Personally, the voice changes didn't really bother you too much. Whether you sounded like you or a woman didn't really matter in your opinion. And you even found yourself getting turned on by your own moans, which you found to be pretty amusing.
While you panted and moaned, you managed to squeak an answer through the gap. "I'm not Jealous, just concerned."
"Oh, well I guess I may have been a bit overly friendly with a few of them, sorry. How about this. To make it up to you, you can choose your next form. And I won't hold you to any standards either. You can be as lewd or creative as you want, and I oronise I will wear you for the entire day tomorrow in that form if I can help it" offered Brooke. To be honest, you kind of hoped she would turn you back with her sudden wealth, but that wasn't likely to happen, so you didn't even bother suggesting it, because in part, you also were really beginning to come around to the idea of being your girlfriend's footware. It was odd, you didn't have a foot fetish before, or if you did, you never had realized it. But now her ankles turned you on just as much as her boobs did, feeling her toes wiggle around inside of you was just as pleasurable as her blowjobs had been. Each of her steps felt like your cock was being pleasured. You partially wondered if your heels were actually your former cock, since when she touched them, that is where you felt it align with your former human body, and now you felt it twice. Almost as if there were 2 of you, who shared the same senses, which technically wasn't exactly wrong.
"Deal, tomorrow I want to become..."