Cassandra felt her left side slap into the cold tile. She heard the soft peel of her own sweat adhering her tiny, warped body to the tile. She felt the tug of tendons in her back and the flexing of all the little joints in what used to be her arm and neck. It was against her will but every motion flooded her conscious thoughts. She felt the slippery motion of toes rubbing and the soft flesh sliding. It was like rubbing her own toes back when she had them but shutting out her thoughts, her former head squeezing into the next nearest toenail.
"I think I might have a perfect pair of sandals for this!" Cassy said.
"Wait, aren't your feet bigger?" Gwen asked.
"Yeah! I picked up these gel sandals from Gloss a few months ago, they were expensive but were the wrong size and I felt so embarrassed I forgot to return them!" Cassy said.
Cassandra felt her right side slip onto the tile and the soft creaky sound of her body peeling, her thougths squeezing out of her head with the minute, continuous pattern of left pressure right pressure filling her entire body. Her body was meant to take it, and surprisingly it didn't feel bad. Even being unable to move of her own will she could feel the stretches and the gentle pump of her host's heart. She found each step kind of exhilarating, adding regularity to the storm of weird sensations and distressed thoughts.
Her world transitioned to the weird, itchy spiral ropes of carpet mashing into her impossible vision. She felt each slip and rustle like leaves against her soft, moist form. She felt Cassy curl all of her toes as she got a quick view of Maddie on her right side and she could have cried out from the suddenness. It was amazing, lost in the fuzziness of being feet.
Then she stopped. Darkness. The warm rustling around her. Toes bending and flooding her with bending and creaking and stretching muscle. She felt anticipation building. The skin along her sole wrinkled and she didn't know if she could bare it. She thought she might... might... some word... she forgot what it was... pleasure? Too much? She couldn't think of it.
Then she heard Cassy gasp. "Perfect! Here they are!"
Just as Cassandra thought she might lose herself in the... pleasure... thing, she was lifted on both sides. She saw glitter encased in rubber. She slipped against it and heard the tiny squeaks reverberating though her bodies. She would have howled if she had a voice as light flooded through the translucent sole. Her toes strained against her will against soft rubber. She clenched hard and her consciousness was shivering, a wreck as her bodies slid and gripped and strained and white from too much pressure filled her vision.
"Ohmigod they fit perfectly! Amazing! This is the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Cassy screamed.
"They look good too, I bet Cassandra likes them too!" Maddie said.
Cassandra saw the fuzzy shape of a finger pressing into her sole through the sandal and gasped. Her heel had been where her pelvis was before. She had nothing but small wrinkles and smooth flesh there now but there were echoes of her old organs mixed with the foreign bone and taut muscle, the sensitivity to pressure.
"Stop! Jeeze she's so sensitive!" Cassy said.
"Wow what a freak, she must really love it in there." Gwen said.
"Whatever who cares," Cassy said, "She's stuck there so 'she' is just my feet now and these sandals were made for walking."
Cassandra heard the words and felt... weird about them. Embarrassment? But then... loss? But the thought of being human was... fuzzy, bathed in pressure and sweat and stretching was pushing... something out? She couldn't quite grasp it, like a name on the tip of her tongue.
And soon, she felt the pressure again. The rubbery sandals squeezed from top and bottom and she lit up, the thoughts fading out as fast as they'd formed.