A pair of red Shoes.
Jeff looked at the screen with wide eyes, the possibilities... And amount of detail one could go into. He'd always had a thing for feet, and after seeing the option for shoes and the ability to specify who'd wear him he had an idea...
"Wait. Slow down. Be smart about this." He nodded, and first edited the set timer. He wanted to turn back when he chose, not sooner not later. And... How about full access to the Cronovac even in different forms? Smart.
And... Who said the owner of him had to be a real person. Or a human at all... He Grinned. 'Anastasia, the 500 year old Vampire from the Taro Project.' Vampires didn't sweat, and he wasn't into that. And he adored that character.
Now to his own form... 'A red flat leather shoe, comfortable and durable.' Actually... ' Indestructible ' was safer.
He read over it all again, did he forget something? If so he can turn back whenever. So... His heart beat. He hit the button. And the world went black.
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When Jeff awoke he was in total darkness, feeling stiff and cold, something hard underneath him, stone? He then remembered what he did... What he should be... And that he didn't specify a transformation. "Damn, that would have been hot..." He sighed, in his mind he couldn't speak obviously. Still he was exited. Until he waited. And waited...
Now though, what now? He couldn't move obviously. So... Maybe he should turn back to specify a time? He didn't need to to that, as he had that thought a quiet clap interrupted his thoughts. And the world had light. A bunch of them, lanterns in the wall that awoke out of nowhere.
The room was big, pretty, the windows walled shut, and in the middle of it all stood a king sized bed. Behind him at that... It was like every surface of him could see, something that was giving him a weird fisheye perspective. One from the floor obviously. However like that he could also see the giant pair of feet that suddenly dangled over him, and then fell down like meteor's from above.
The earth shook, Jeff would have flinched if he could, turned his head if he could, but he could see. A pair of adorable perfect pale feet. Nails painted blood red... So close he could have reached out and touched them...
But as suddenly as they had appeared they left... Anastasia walked away without him! That at least gave him the Chance to see his new mistress however. Pale messy hair, slender and a adorable long nightgown... And he was so, so far beneath her now, it was exiting him even.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes, sleepily waddling towards a wooden tub where she splashed her face with water.