This choice: Well, those socks seem promising.. • Go Back...Chapter #6'Socks' to be you! by: Booyah   Your eyes locked onto the pair of white socks Rachel so recently discared. They were laying right below the couch, safely out of sight, giving you ample opportunity to, i guess, take their place. You always had a thing for feet, so why not. And although she did let her feet enjoy some fresh air, she would definitely put them back on once the movie was over. It was getting fairly late, and from the bits and pieces of information you caught, you knew Rachel lived off-campus with her parents. She was in for a nice evening walk back home.
With an extra passenger on top.
You wasted no time as you dived towards the discarded pair socks, flying past her gigantic outstretched legs. Landing on your feet, you quickly got to work. You switched the Transposer's settings to "Grow", and fired it at yourself.
The familiar warm feeling washed over you as the world around you shrunk. You held the trigger untill you were just the right size, not large enough to be easily spotted, but large enough to hide one of the socks from Rachel. After all, if she saw three socks instead of a pair, she'd probably investigate.
Not taking any chances, you grabbed the white fabric of one of the socks and dragged it underneath the couch. While doing this, you finally noticed the lingering smell. The sock, which was currently as long as you were tall, had a strong, salty odor of sweat. Clearly, Rachel did not switch out her socks as often as she should.
When you were satisfied with your little heist, you ran back to the remaining piece of the pair. Kneeling beside it, you ran your fingers through the white fabric, noticing how the individual strands were almost as thick as your fingers. You marveled at the individual pieces of dust and miniature stains that dotted the underside of the sock, giving it a slight discoloration. Yesterday, these kinds of sights wouldn't have been possible. This gun was really the best thing that ever happened to you.
Not wanting to waste any more of the limited time at hand, you selected the "Transform" function and pointed the miracle-gun at your chest, thinking: "I want to become an ankle sock just like this one." There was a flash. And then, darkness.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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