Kyle then spoke into the phone, "Congratulations Jen you are about to contract the Foot Imp
Virus."
She could practically hear his grin through the phone. "What does becoming a Foot Imp entail? I'll let you in on the secrets!"
"The first changes will be more on the mental side. For you I will make it special. First, you will slowly become more and more attracted to women, especially their feet, until you are almost completely lesbian. Second, and more for fun for all involved, is that you will lose whatever love you had for formal or boring clothes and instead become a lover of feminine and girly clothes to the point some might call it a fetish. This holds especially true for cute shoes, socks, and stockings, though you'll certainly find reasons to take those cute shoes off! Third, your libido is about to become a little higher, doubly so for feet."
"But now to the main event!" exclaimed Kyle, ignoring Jen's words. "Your own feet will become far more sensitive, even erogenous!"
"Whenever you touch, lick, kiss, rub, or otherwise interact with the feet of another woman, or if someone does the same to your feet, you will start to change into a Foot Imp."
"Your hair will become wilder and change color, and your ears will grow longer and become pointed. Your teeth will become sharper and your eyes slitted and colorful."
He sounded almost feverish now, increasingly excited by his own revenge fantasy.
"Your skin will change colors to complement your new hair and eyes, while your frame will become smaller and more lithe. Your hands will become clawed while remaining feminine. Your feet will become clawed too, but also larger and stronger, more...monstrous, and they shall exude a sweet musk that others will find enticing, especially other Imps. Your mind will become more mischievous even as you become more and more obsessed with finding and loving female feet."
"The monstrous changes will last for a while and you need to orgasm at least once before you slowly begin to return to your girly human form."
"Anyone who you scratch, bite, kiss, or lick and anyone who comes into contact with your bodily fluids has a chance of becoming a Foot Imp themselves."
"Y-you sick little pervert!" shouted Jen fearfully, afraid that if she stayed on the line any longer she might be infected with the weird.
"I'm not done," came Kyle's voice before Jen had an opportunity to say what was really on her mind. "As I said, anyone you infect will become a Foot Imp too, in their regular and monstrous forms, even men. Their styles and attitudes will also transform, meaning even the most formal, masculine person on the planet will eventually be an adorably cute girl in an equally girly outfit."
Jen couldn't find any more words for Kyle's level of perversion, she stood silent in her magically induced paralysis.
"Oh since I'm a secret romantic, if two Foot Imps do eventually fall in true love and have intercourse while transformed, they have a chance of becoming pregnant and reproducing even though they are both female. So you can have a happy ending...one day hahahaha."
Jen found her voice had returned to her. Kyle had just revealed a side of himself she never knew existed. "You
sick... demented little twirp. When Jackson hears about this-" Jen was cut off by the sound of a buzzing phone, a dead conversation.
Wanting to forget Kyle and the whole conversation, Jen quickly looked around for the last few articles of clothing she needed. She found her cheerleading top in the dryer and her underpants in her dresser, she had been in a bit of a panic this morning. However, her other white sock eluded her and as time ticked away, Jen became desperate.
Quickly heading to her wardrobe, Jen found a clean pair of school color toe-socks, Green and Yellow striped with individual toes alternating their color. They were actually rather fun to wear, and Jen wondered why she didn't wear them more often.
Pulling them on, Jen wiggled her green and yellow toes, finding that she enjoyed how snugly gripped they were by the socks.
Maybe I should suggest the other girls get pairs like these. Jen thought absentmindedly as she headed downstairs. Jade would look real cute in toe socks...
She was so distracted by her musings and how good the socks felt as she walked that she nearly forgot her cheerleading shoes as she raced out the door to go to school, unaware that the virus was just beginning to affect her.