Craig was a bit surprised by the question, but he motioned her to the boots. He was used to weirdo customers, after all. Most of them weren't as attractive as this one though. It was almost a shame he was engaged to Sheila, the girl at the checkout.
Jenn smiled, already anticipating grinding this little jerk under her new shoe. She picked out a pair of purple suede ankle boots with a low heel and thin white fur trim. Jenn slipped her feet out of her sandals and tried on the boots. They were a good fit and comfortable. They had chunky soles with a deep tread and she couldn't wait to try them out.
She pointed the remote at him. "Do I look sexy in them," she purred.
"Y-yes," stammered Craig, nervously, backing away a little. She was starting to freak him out a little.
"Mmm, I bet you can't wait to feel my sole crushing down on you, you little freak," she almost whispered and suddenly Craig seemed to vanish. Sheila was looking at him as he went, but figured she must have imagined it.
Craig suddenly found himself on the vast plain of the shop floor, smooth and suddenly dusty. He was three inches high! The brunette teenager towered over him and he screamed as she raised the chunky sole of her new boot over him...
Jenn stomped firmly on the tiny shop boy. She felt a tiny resistance, then a give and heard a faint crunch as his worthless body collapsed. She walked up and down, sliding and twisting her feet, smushing him up into a slippy patch on the floor. She lifted her sole and saw that he was squished into the diamond tread of her boots.
Not bad...
"Can I help you, miss?" asked the girl behind the counter.
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