Shannon stared at her left insole, wracking her brain in an attempt to recall whatever was on the tip of her tongue. You, on the other hand, couldn't believe that your mother was staring right out you without remembering that she had been walking on top of you since she left the house. But unbeknownst to you the brief jaunt to the shoe store had already allowed Shannon's smelly foot to utterly drench you in sweat, lint that was stuck to her sole, and other bits of miscellaneous grime. For that reason your humanlike features which were visible when your mother first placed her foot into the shoe were now smudged just enough to be unrecognizable. Despite the beating you had already taken though you looked significantly better than her well-worn right insole did.
Shannon was about to give up trying to remember what she wanted to when all of the sudden a realization hit her, she needed to buy a pair of riding boots for a photoshoot the next day! She quickly assumed that must have been the reason she came to the shoe store in the first place. Looking up at the employee, Shannon said, "Yeah! Can you bring me a pair of tan riding boots please? Size 10 if you have them." Shannon set her well-worn heels to the side, along with you and your well-worn colleague on the ground next to them. Quickly the employee returned with Shannon's request, giving her the opportunity to try them on. You sat on the ground watching helplessly as your mom unpackaged the tall riding boots and set them in front of her. You saw her lift her feet up, about to try them on, when she spoke up all of the sudden.
"Wait a second, this might sound strange but do you mind if I swap the insole of this left boot out with the one I brought in? I'm not sure where it's from but it's so comfortable I can't imagine wearing any shoes without it." The employee seemed a bit confused as to why she didn't just want to try the brand new insoles that were already in the boots, but store policy dictated that the customer was always right, so she responded, "Sure, why not!" Shannon smiled broadly before reaching her arm into the left boot, removing the insole and tossing it aside. She then scanned the ground and locked eyes on your diminutive form, smiling yet again. As she reached down to grab you there was nothing else you could do but whimper. Quickly Shannon lifted you up and plunged your body deep into the abyss of the boot. It felt like a deep, dark cave from your perspective, as less and less light was visible as you descended. When you finally reached the bottom you could hardly see. You were completely trapped and your mother had forgotten all about your existence at this point, just happy to be checking this errand off for tomorrow. Suddenly, you felt your prison drop to the floor, and what little light remained was blocked out. You were helpless as Shannon slowly slid on the left boot. After a brief moment you saw the size 10 behemoth that had crushed you flat all day so far, but in the next moment, only darkness.
You thought Shannon's heels were torture enough after years of her wearing them, but this was a whole different animal. The fresh leather of the boots hugged your mom's feet snugly, leaving absolutely no extra room for her foot (or you) to breathe. Almost immediately her sole began to heat up immensely, refreshing the outpour of sweat that you had grown accustomed to earlier. Shannon, on the other hand, felt like these shoes were heavenly. The combination of them being brand new in addition to her new favorite insole felt fantastic, despite them being a bit tight. She slipped on the right boot, noting that it was slightly less comfortable, but not unbearably so. Shannon quickly began to pace a bit around the store, getting a feel for how they felt while walking. After almost no time at all she turned to the employee and said, "I'll take them! They feel amazing. I think I'm gonna wear them out if that's okay? Oh, and also can I get a bag to carry my old heels home?" The employee said yes to everything, and quickly directed Shannon to the register, completing the brief transaction. Shannon thanked the employee again and began to saunter out of the store and back to her car.
Shannon was ecstatic that she had found such comfortable riding boots so easily. In fact, even though she only needed them for her photoshoot tomorrow, she made a note to try to wear these casually more often just because of how comfy they were. Shannon reached her car and plopped her ass down in the seat. Any hope of being remembered was extinguished when you felt the hum of the car engine beneath you. You were completely trapped by your oblivious mother in the dank hellhole of her left boot without much hope of escape. To be honest you were quite annoyed. You had grown accustomed to Shannon's ditzy and forgetful nature over the years, but you had hoped that in this special situation where she had specifically asked to use your squishy properties for something that she would be a little more conscientious. Almost as if fate were laughing at you, Shannon interrupted your thoughts by beginning to tap along to the song on the radio, still stoked about her purchase.
After a short while Shannon arrived home, parking the car and walking through the front door. Stacy was researching something on her laptop in the livingroom when she looked up at Shannon walking through the door. "Dang mom! Those boots look great!" she exclaimed. Shannon beamed a smile back at her daughter, saying, "Thanks! I just bought them for my photoshoot tomorrow!" Stacy simply nodded in return before looking back at her laptop. Just then her head tilted up in a pensive manner, before she asked, "Wait a second, Mom. Earlier today you said you needed Sam's help with something then ran off to your room and now I haven't seen him all day. What did you need him to help you with?"
Shannon thought for a moment before...
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