"Hey Joey" Christy says as you feel her two fingers holding you in the air right in front of her face. For some reason, you can't move at all.
"Oh that's right, you can't talk anymore. Joe, your so into my clothing that I thought I'd be nice and let you get even closer. Your now my sock. Take a look in the mirror!" she says as she holds up a hand mirror in front of your face (or at least from where you see things, there is no face on the sock). You are horrified as you see yourself. You are a tiny ankle-sock with a pink thin top/strap at the ankle and flowers all over you. You want to cry out and beg your sister to stop, but nothing comes out and she just laughs at you as opens you wide and you feel her feet get shoved into you as she wiggles her toes and grips the inside of you with them.
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