you place your bro- I- I mean, thing, in front of your feet, Paige. I would like for you to wait until we get back to the house, so you don't stink up the car with those feet of yours, alright?"
Paige was very eager to test out her new "odor eater toy" but got annoyed that she had to wait until she got back to her house. You looked at the plastic screened in box and saw her to be a bit upset and annoyed, and her mother seemed to be tired, with no clear facial expression as she was driving. You had a mixture of emotions, one being that your only purpose was to make girls feet smell better, whether it be for a good purpose, or for a pleasurable purpose, and two, anxious as to if you would clearly make it out. Paige picked up the box you were in and brought the box over to her for her to look at. Looking at her more closely, you could conclude this. She was wearing a green tank top, navy blue shorts, and something else you weren't able to make out. She had a bit of a tan to her, with a beautiful look of her wavy blonde locks, and blue eyes. She looked averagely skinny for the most part. As she was looking to make sure her mother wasn't looking, she opened your box silently, and took you out to hold you in her hand. You felt her nails and fingers click onto your body. She whispered to you,
"Maybe I could just give you a quick test sniff? I really want to try you out so badly. Here, let me give you a quick whiff."
She took off her white vans and placed you under her slightly worn white sock. The first thing you felt, was immediately sweat, and smelt a combination of a cheesy Frito scent and a fluffy fabric from her sock. As that happened, you gave off an emission of wet steam, which was your power of making girls feet smell better. This made her sock a bit damp, and further increased the aroma of her sock. She gave off a little bit of disgust because of the weird feeling, but also a look of intrigue and excitement. She put her foot back into her shoe and whispered to you again,
"You will work perfectly for me! Well, that is if I don't share you with my other friends! Oh that's right, Sierra's coming too, and she's a huge killer on dance practice! I just hope you can deal with our worn-out feet! That is your purpose after all! Well, back into the box you go! *She placed you back into your box and placed you where you were originally*.
You gathered your thoughts back, and thought,
"Maybe I should have gotten another job at being a different product.. I don't want to have to endure some teenage girls smelly feet just to make them smell better. Who knows, maybe it won't be so bad."
Thus, you just waited until you got to her house and began doing your work.
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