Mike watched as you stomped angrily out of the back room. You placed yourself in front the rows and rows of shoes Mike had for offer. You wondered how many people had come into this strange place and turned into shoes or worn them and turned someone else.
"People can donate their old shoes if they've taken someone else's, and some people become the shoes themselves. Take your pick," said Mike.
There were boots, shoes, and sandals that all seemed interesting. Many of the labels were unclear, which was surely Mike's intention.
"Once you transform, those feet of yours will have hypnotic and wild effects just like mine. That guy who's got your old body will be finding that out real soon," Mike laughed. You couldn't tell if he was warning you or encouraging you as he explained and hypnotically flexed his feet again.
You carefully looked over the endless footwear options in front of you before you decided on the...