Jessica scrolled for hours through te endless stream of possibilities, she could become anything for anyone... so of course she had to become shoes.
Jessica loved shoes, as every self respecting girl did, wearing something with a tall heel at the back made her feel powerful, and she could only imagine how it must feel to actually be worn. Though that would depend on what kind of shoes she became. Too flashy and she'll never be worn other than special occasions, too dull and she'll spend her time in the closet, bored and wishing that she were somewhere in between.
She knew that she wanted to be worn, so she opted for a plain look, basic black leather knee high boots with a zipper running up the side and a block heel four inches tall at the back.
Time set: 5 hours, enough for one extended day of wear.
A few more boxes checked for keeping her senses and ability to speak when her zipper was down. All in all, a safe first use. CONFIRMED.
A count down started: five... four... three... two... on— Jessica's door opens just long enough for the person at the door to spot her melt away into a pair of leather boots sitting in her chair, eager to be filled by who ever was about to walk in.