Brooke walked out of the store with her boyfriend back in his box. The constant moaning in her head had got too much for her within 5 minutes. She would have to learn how to "turn him off". The self styled wizard she had just forked out $130 to had said something about her being able to silence the noise in her head. However that could wait until she was back home. Right now she needed a clear mind so she could think about what to do.
Brook loved the idea of having a magical pair of shoes. She did love shoes and had dozens of pairs already in her wardrobe. With this magical shoe box she could potentially have herself some real designer pairs. If what the wizard said was correct she could get herself any shoes she wanted. It was a pity about her boyfriend though. He did have potential. She hadn't wanted to dump him. Surely he wouldn't mind being a pair of her shoes for a week or two? She had no idea of how to raise the money to change him back. From the moans in her head when she had been wearing him he didn't seem to mind.
Instead of going home Brooke detoured via the nearby shopping centre. In it was a department store that stocked designer labels. She had often visited just to look at the shoes, thinking she could never actually afford a pair. She hurried as quickly as she could and was soon staring at a rack of footwear with desire. She couldn't decide which pair she liked better: The Jimmy Choo silver heels or the black Versace boots? She grinned to herself. Now she could have both.
Looking at the shoes became too much for her so she hurried out of the store as as soon as she was outside the shopping centre found herself a seat. Once seated she opened up her shoe box and revealed a pair of the silver Jimmy Choo shoes. They were wonderful even just to touch. Hurriedly she discarded the plain white sandals she had been wearing and fitted the heels onto her feet. Just as the wizard had said they fitted her perfectly. The jeans she was wearing didn't do the shoes justice. She stood in them and couldn't help but admire how her feet looked.
Unfortunately as soon as she stood her former boyfriend very feminine sounding moans started once more. He sounded like Katy Perry having an orgasm. This would have to stop.
She spent the next couple of minutes working out how to turn him off. She couldn't block the sounds off but in frustration thought to her self. "I wish these shoes were mute" Instantly there was silence.
Okay let's see if I can turn him back on "I wish my shoes could talk to me" The moaning started once more. Satisfied she now knew what to do she wished for "My shoes to be mute once more". With a smile on her face she walked back to her car. Her shoes were silent and oh so comfortable. She did not realise she was no long thinking of the shoes as her boyfriend. They were now just "My shoes"