As Amy stood there, contemplating her next stop, the sensations coming from her feet were getting worse and worse. Now it felt like someone was stabbing her feet with needles. She just couldn't take it anymore. Amy quickly dropped onto her bed, hands scrambling to take her regular socks off.
She yanked them off, sighing in content as the painful, abrasive things left her soles. She tossed them haphazardly away from her bed, eyes closed and breathing in relief. The dark-haired college girl opened up her eyes and glanced at her feet, doing a doubletake as she looked at them properly. She hadn't examined them closely earlier when she was taking off the nightdress, but now she could see that her feet looked a little different.
They looked a size smaller, their forms daintier and softer, as if any wear or roughness had been smoothed away. The skin up to her ankles looked paler too, the type of whiteness that occurred if one had rarely seen the sun, if ever. Amy wiggled her unpolished toes, feeling a faintly pleasurable sensation as she did so. Rubbing one against the other, she had been right, her soles and arches had become quite soft.
A chill wind seemed to flow through the room, and Amy shivered, scrunching her toes and rubbing her feet together again in an attempt to warm them. It didn't work, and her feet ached with a cold sensation as if she was standing in the snow. She cast her eyes about the room and they landed on the crumpled white forms of her new socks sitting near the side of her bed.
She stared at them, the nervous sensation returning in her chest and gut. She was scared of what the Goth socks were likely doing to her, but she just felt so cold. Amy needed to warm her toes up, if only just for a moment or two. She could always take the socks off again later, right?
She leaned over and grabbed the white socks, her fingers gripping the soft material. Amy bit her lip, a last bit of hesitation sweeping through her. As if in response, her dainty feet ached with cold again, and she made up her mind. One by one, she slid the socks up her legs, enjoying how smooth they felt, despite her misgivings. Once both ruffled ends sat beneath her knees, she sighed. Her feet felt better instantly, snug and warm in the Goth Socks, the soft material almost feeling like it was caressing her soles and calves.