After delivering countless package after package, your feet have become sore and the skin on them have become dead. Why not have them checked up on?
The receptionist points you to a booth in the back, where you see a station set up particularly for pedicures. As you relax in the comfortable leather chair, you find yourself becoming perhaps TOO comfortable.
"Hey, it's been a long day," you think to yourself. "Why not relax a little bit, while these people take care of you?"
You give in to the relaxing feeling you get from resting in the chair, slowly drifting into a deep sleep. The sleep is more exotic than you are used to. Normally, you don't dream about domination, or being the one on bottom, you're the person in control, but this time, you find yourself just sitting back and enjoying the ride. Although you have a feeling that your partner is more masculine than normally, your dreams are completely ambiguous.
You awake to the sound of the stylist asking if the color she painted your toenails were proper for you. "What the hell?" you think to yourself, as you see the new feminine feet that you possess topped off with...