As soon as the zipper on the bag closes, you breathe a slight sigh of relief. At least for the moment you know that you're away from all of your family's feet, and anything else that your brother may have planned for you.
The walk to Brandon's house flies by way too fast, as it seems like moments later that the zipper flies open, and the face of Greg, your now master, fills the sky. Your gut twists again as he lifts the jar out, not really caring if you get hurt or not.
Greg dumps you out of the jar onto the floor near his socked feet, which despite being fresh on this morning are already gray and the stench is making you cringe.
Brandon is sitting on his bed, barefoot, watching Greg as he torments you with his feet.
"Hey Greg, when do I get to play with it?"
It? They're now referring to you as an inanimate object! This is getting seriously demeaning.
Greg smirks, slightly playfully, "Dude, we're gonna play with him together, and for once, let's let him decide what he wants to do!"
Returning me to normal would be what I'd choose, you think to yourself in despair.
Greg pulls his smelly sports socks off and drops them on top of you, causing the stench to increase considerabley. The boys both start laughing at the tops of their voices. By the time you have fought your way out from underneath the huge cotton mounds, both boys stand over you, one in front of you, and one behind you, both sets of feet stink of days of sweat. Your brother glares at you.
"So, 'little' brother," he says, evily, "Your choices are simple. You can either ride inside Brandon's sneaker whilst we go skating, or you can sneak into Brandon's older brother, Calvin, bedroom and get back Brandon's cellphone that he took ages ago!"
Brandon seems happy with Greg's choices, evidently he's as equally keen on getting you between his toes as he is on getting his cell back. He crouches down and smiles almost innocently as he speaks to you.
"By the way, my brother always used to love pretending I was tiny when we were kids, he used to pretend to keep me in his shoes - so if you fail - then good luck!"
What a choice to make, not the one you hoped for either.
You'd better choose fast, as your teenage masters aren't ones to be kept waiting!
Will you...
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