Okay. Next time you find an old book on the occult and magic in the school library, DON’T read any of the spells out loud. Even if you didn't believe any of the spells would even work.
'Nng,' You grunted as you were repeatedly stepped on over and over, 'of all the things to turn into, why a sock...?'
The spell you had read off was a transform spell. And you hadn't read the reverse spell before getting yourself stuck. So your body vanished and your soul was sucked into the closest object.
Which just so happened to be a fellow classmates sock. Naga... something, you think her name was? Nagatoro? That sounded right.
Seemed she had just gotten done teasing her 'senpai' over something when you had turned into her white sock. Unfortunately it felt like you had her entire foot shoved into your mouth. So even if you were getting a glance up her skirt, it didn't help you.
Feeling every slight shift of her foot, and flex of her toes, and every step she took, it was difficult to recall the spell's specifics. You knew that the spell had some sort of... timer? Whether it was a set amount of time before you changed back or became something else you couldn't recall.
You heard your unaware owner say hi to her little friend group, chatting and laughing with them while you were trodden underfoot helplessly.
Hopefully you weren’t stuck as a schoolgirls sock forever though...
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