Christian didn't know why he wanted to look at the socks, but something made him feel like he had to. "I'll just look at them quick and go back to the shoes," he told himself. There were as many socks to choose from as there were shoes. Hundreds of them. Some appeared to be new, others looked dirty and used.
Each pair of socks had a label attached, and none of them made much sense to Christian. "Beefy cop", "gym jock", and "italian stud" were just a few of the hundreds of pairs. But each seemed to have only one size, leaving him with far less options for his size 9 feet. However, the subtle influence of the store worked on Christian and tempted him to try on things anyway.
As he looked around, one pair caught his attention like no other, almost as if it were calling to him. He didn't really want to touch the socks, most of them seemed unclean, but there was something hypnotizing about that pair. "I, I just need to try those on," Christian thought. He hesitated as he remembered Mike telling him earlier that the socks would change his feet. "That can't be true," he thought as he pulled off his shoes and socks and picked out the....