You haul ass over to the socks, huffing and puffing as you cross the locker room. You reach the socks and your heart is racing, both from exhaustion and fear. As your breathing regulates, your nose is met with a sharp, burning stench of sweat and cheese. You gag and stare in horror at Alyssa's socks.
"Holy...these must be WEEKS old!" you say to yourself as you inch closer, regretting your choice.
You realize you must hide and slowly crawl into the socks, tears filling your eyes as the stench gets stronger and stronger the further you go. The stench is so thick and humid that it burns your lungs and makes you gag. You do your best to control your breathing and remain silent as Alyssa walks over and quickly changes. She herself knows the power of her foot odor and quickly peels off her basketball shoes and socks, stuffing them in her bag.
"Come on, come on..." she says as she hastily gets dressed.
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