This choice: her feet were long and wide, scented • Go Back... Anna watched as her size 5 feet stretched and widened before her eyes until they slowed and stopped at a size 7. “No way,” the perky teenager whispered as she ran her hands over her new bigger feet. She dropped from her bed to the floor with a thud, scrambling to find a pair of her old sneakers. She found her old white and pink Nikes and took a quick whiff, they smelled dirty and sour, just the way she liked. Anna was a firm believer that feet should smell.
With a smile on her face Anna tugged her sneakers on as far as she could, and was thrilled when she couldn’t get them over her soles. “This is totes awesome!” she cried as she began to jump up and down on the bed. “Oh! I need new shoes, I need new shoes!”
Anna ran down the hallway with her sneakers and into the family room where her mother and father were. They were both very established in the world of business, her mother being a partner in a major accounting firm in New York, and her father being the head of his own talent agency, handling everybody from musicians to athletes to actors. They did love their daughter but usually only showed it through buying her things, and today that would pay off. “Mom, I need to buy new shoes, these don’t fit anymore,” she whined as she shot her patented puppy dog look to her father.
“Are you sure dear?” her mother asked; as she looked up from her Mac book. “Try them on for me.”
Anna smiled inwardly, knowing a visual demonstration would have the most effect. “See? I need to buy new ones, for all my outfits.”
“Well she needs new shoes, and who cares if it’s all at once, or here and there,” her father told her mother.
“I agree,” her mother nodded. She pulled out the Amex card Anna had hoped for, the black one with no limit. “Here dear, keep it reasonable and overnight them, you’re going to need shoes for tomorrow, but I guess you can skip school while they arrive.”
“You sure mom? I’m gonna need like 25, 30 pairs…” she trailed off.
“Anna.”
“15 to 20 pairs?” she shrugged her shoulders.
“Better.”
Anna took the card and ran back to her room and jumped into her computer chair and crossed her legs to be comfortable. She noticed a slight smell from her feet as she grabbed her laptop. “They even smell worse? So awesome!” Anna spent the next hour and a half picking out heels and designing sneakers on various websites and was getting ready to order when a mischievous thought popped in her head, and she turned back to the cream sitting on her bed. “If size 7 feet are this awesome, then how awesome would size 10 feet be, or even size 12?”
She put her laptop on her desk and hopped onto her bed, and before she could stop bouncing she had already opened the cream. She rubbed the greasy cream into her feet, making sure to get her soles and between her toes. She squealed in delight as they swelled even worse and grew into a pair of size 11 sidewalk slappers. “Oh wow!”
Anna went back to her computer and went screen-to-screen changing all her shoes sizes to her new 11. Anna had been so obsessed with feet her whole life that she could eyeball a person’s size better than the instrument at the shoe store could measure them.
When she came to a pair of black and white saddle shoes Anna opened the drop box to change the size and saw something that almost bowled her over. “Size 25?” she yelled, and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth before her parents could hear. “Size 25?” she repeated in a whisper. “Awesome!” Her eyes bulged and an idea came to her. “This is what I want. I want my feet to be that big! And I can do it too!” she giggled. “But it needs to look gradual, otherwise my parents will go nuts! Okay I’ll get a few shoes at size 11, some at 15, and 17, then a few around 19 and then make the jump to 25 like I went through a huge growth spurt!” Anna ordered three different pairs of saddle shoes in various colors; black and white, pink and white, and light blue and white. She made the adjustments to the other shoes, mostly having to custom order those bigger sizes and submitted her order. “I’m gonna be the queen of feet in like a week,” Anna said dreamily, “Totes awesome!”
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