"John, bad news," says your mom when you wake up. "The washer broke last night while Janet was doing laundry. We're going to have to wear what we were wearing yesterday until the repair guy comes to fix it."
At first, you don't think anything of it until you realize that all your socks have gone mysteriously missing from your drawer. Janet gives you the coyest smile as you briefly freak out.
"Okay," you say as you slip into your mom's socks once again. "Don't panic. You can just take them off when you get to school and go around barefoot. No big deal."
A shiver goes down your spine as you feel your feet constrict and shrink down to your mother's petite size. Obviously, none of your shoes will fit you anymore so you're forced to grab a pair of your mother's old sneakers.
"John," your mother says as you pile into the car with your little sister Briana. "Aren't those my shoes?"
"No?"
"Oh," she hasn't had her coffee yet. "Alrighty then."
~
You get to school with relatively little fuss, only with the motion from the car you start to feel a little lightheaded at one point. Your T-shirt and jeans begin to feel ever so slightly a little looser as you drop down an inch in height to 6'1, the transformation has slowly begun.
You quickly exit the car and wave good bye to your mother, keeping a hand on your jeans pants line so they don't show your boxers while you're walking around the school. You hurry to your locker and grab your books before you head off into homeroom and kick off your shoes and socks.
Though you somewhat enjoyed wearing the socks, it's nice to be back to normal size as you wiggle your naked toes underneath the desk. A few of your classmates give you weird looks as your homeroom teacher walks in, the short and curvy Miss Burrieza.
Things are going fine until your teacher notices.
"John Wallace," she says in her heavy accent. "Why are you not wearing shoes?"
"I'm, uh, hot." Your feet were freezing from the cold floor, truth be told.
"Well, it's against school rules to go around barefoot. Every other teacher will tell you the same. Put your shoes back on or I'll have to send you to the principle's office. You don't want us to call your parents, do you?"
Alerting your mom to the little secret you had discovered was the last thing you wanted to do. Reluctantly, you were going to be forced to wear her socks and shoes all through the school day. That was almost six hours, when the longest you had gone before was about two. You could only pray that you would go through the day and no one would notice.
As your slipped back into the socks, your feet shrunk back enough that they could fit in your sneakers. It was becoming difficult to walk around in such tiny feet with such a big body, though that was soon to change.
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