Emma is sitting art the table, enjoying her breakfast, french toast being her favorite. Wearing her white shirt that has a cat chasing a yarn ball on it, and her navy blue pants. Swinging her legs as her feet are moving back and forth, her nails painted a bright red.
Emma has a strange fascination with feet. She can't explain it, nor does she understand why. She always found herself playing with her own feet in her freebtime, or her mother's when she was permitted.
"Thank you for breakfast Mommy," Emma says, right before taking another bite. She hiccups, from eating a bit too fast.
"You're welcome," Jess responds, smiling.
As Emma is still eating, her entire body starts to ache. Its not painful, just uncomfortable. Her clothes are shifting on her entire body. The bottoms of her pants are slowly rising, exposing her ankles as her feet get closer to the floor.
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