You continue to look around and still can't believe that there are so many differnt shoes. After a few minutes you end up in front of a shelf filled with a bunch of different looking sandals, you recognize at least one of themas a pair of roman military sandals, but there are others as well; Some look quite elaborate others are very simple with a very spartanic style. You always loved wearing sandals but never do as you hate being laughed at by your friends as real men don't wear such shoes. But who would see you in here, trying on a pair, even Mike was nowhere to be seen.
You reach for a simple pair, astonished as it seems that the soles were cut to exactly fit the owners feet. You wonder if they would even fit onto your feet, but you start to get giddy with an unusual excitment not even aware that your cock is half hard. So slip out of your trainers and remove your socks so you can finally try on those sandals; You slowly put your feet onto the soles and start to fasten the few straps with the leatherstring that is attached onto the sole between your big and second toe. The soles seem to be a little bit too big for you but you start to walk up and down in front of a near mirror to see your feet straining against the thin leather straps.
You enjoy the feeling and your now rock hard cock rubs against the fabric of your underware. After a few minutes you decide that it is enough and sit down, trying to remove the sandals but they wouldn't come of.
You try again but suddenly your feet start to tingle and your and their shapes start to chnge, toes growing longer, the skin of your feet tanning and your feet getting hairier. "What the...!" You cry out as orgasmic feelings start to ripple your body. Your clothes start to disolve and you are sitting there naked just with the sandals on your feet.
Your body starts to define, muscles building up, your skin tanning, but also showing old battle scars. The hair on your body increases filling out your chest and an itching on your cheeks and chin tells you that you are growing a thick beard. While jacking off you finally manage to get a look in the mirror only to see a total diferent person. A Spartan warrior is looking back and you start to feel and think like one; Thoughts of battle and honor, as well as enjoying the company of other men, filling your mind.
After what seems like an endless time your body starts to spasm and you cover the old carpet-floor of the shop with your cum. You take some deep breaths and then reach after the deep red mantel that has appeard out of thin air to wrap it arround your body. You stand up wriggeling your hairy toes against your sandals, thinking about finding your brothers in arms or some slave to have your way with him.
You leave the strange building in search for them.