This choice: Thank goodness, off camera. • Go Back...Chapter #7Her private, secret, toe cleaner friend. by: Brosus   Your face pales at just the thought of your family and friends seeing a video of you, shrunken, licking toe gunk off of a preteen skater punk’s feet. You’ll never live it down. Seriously, how will you ever keep a girlfriend when sooner or later they’ll notice you’re the same guy from that disgusting viral video? You have to convince her to stop recording you – no, delete it entirely. Suffering now is one thing, but suffering forever is entirely different. And surely you’ll grow back or at least get help eventually… right?
You frantically wave and jump at the phone’s camera – she can probably she you better through that anyway.
“Haha, waving to the fans little dude? Don’t worry, I’m getting like, everything.” You shake your head, and she starts to figure it out. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re camera shy, little guy! ‘Cuz I gotta record you, no way my friends will believe I found a tiny guy to hang out with my feet otherwise, y’know?”
Shit, there’s no way you’re going to convince her to just turn it off, and if you press the issue you’ll probably piss her off. You’re gonna have to give her a good reason why it’s in HER best interest to turn it off… maybe you can promise to do a better job in return, or… Wait, you have an idea.
“HEY, WAIT! IF YOUR FRIENDS SEE A VIDEO OF ME, THEY MIGHT TELL SOMEONE, THEN SCIENTISTS WILL WANT TO TAKE ME AWAY! O-OR, MAYBE THEY’LL WANT TO KEEP ME FOR THEMSELVES! DON’T YOU WANT TO KEEP ME A SECRET? YOU SHOULD DELETE THE VIDEO!” you yell up to her as loudly as you can.
You see her stop and consider. “Y’know… you’re right, little dude. I mean, let’s be honest, I really need a little foot cleaner, so there’s no way I’m gonna give up my new buddy. And knowing Michelle, she’d totally try to take you. So I guess I should keep you a secret if I want to keep you around forever…” she smirks and closes her flip phone back up. “Just having you to keep my toes company is enough for now. Just make sure you clean ‘em up real good so I have a reason to keep you secret, ‘kay?” she winks down at you, giving another light girly giggle.
For a second, you feel victorious, but then realization dawns on you… You did such a good job convincing her to keep you a secret, now she really would. So, not only have you made the terrible decision to willingly spend your time in this tween punk’s shoe, becoming her new foot friend and cleaner, but now you’ve convinced her that it’s such a great deal for her that she should never let anyone potentially more empathetic to your situation see you. That video would’ve been super embarrassing, sure, but it’s still decidedly better than potentially spending eternity stuck in this tomboy’s shoes, eating her filthy toejam. You may have just sentenced yourself to permanently helping this little girl fix her feet’s terrible hygiene practices… personally. Everyone around her would benefit from the help, but you sure wouldn’t.
“Uh, little dude, get back to it already man. We don’t have all night!” she said, bringing her other foot over and using her big toe to give you a push back to work.
You stumbled forward and yelped, tripping into the funky area between her big and second toe and getting a disgusting glob of sweaty toejam lodged in your mouth for the trouble. This caused her to start laughing uproariously at your misfortune.
“HAHAha! Oh my god, sorry little dude, I totally didn’t mean to do that. Watch where you’re going man!”
You gagged and coughed the disgusting blob out, but the rancid taste stuck inside your mouth. If this is what all the accumulated grime on her toes was going to taste like, then you’ve definitely made a huge mistake. You’re really starting to regret ever considering approaching this girl.
Unfortunately, there's no backing out of this now, and she's only started watching you even closer since you convinced her to turn the camera off. Grimacing, you bring your face back down to the grimy pocket between the toes, scrunching your nose in an effort to keep the stink out, and failing. As instructed, you take a tentative lick. It tastes just as foul as the mouthful of gunk had, much to your disappointment. Even more distressing though is the fact that it truly is an effective way of cleaning the filth from between her grubby toes, you can clearly see cleaner pale flesh from where you licked. This was going to be a long night... and you were going to spend it all with her, whether actively cleaning her toes or some other demeaning task.
“Dude, you and my toes are gonna be like, best friends. I haven’t painted my toe nails in a couple weeks, so you’re totally gonna help me out with that real soon. Plus, I've got school tomorrow, so you can spend plenty of time with me then. It's gonna be a total blast." She laughs out loud at your suffering, either not realizing how she's torturing you, or completely not caring.
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