Posted Thu Jul 30, 2015 | 172 Words | Tagged story

The strange shop sold a very strange range of shoes. I decided to buy some because, I can’t really remember. I just liked the look of them. I don’t really remember much else as to why I had bought them.

I looked at the box when I got in. I bought a size 12 shoe, which was ridiculous. I got one out and realised it smelled a lot. I wondered if it was the shoes so I gave them a sniff. Wow, it was indeed.

But then I gave it another whiff. And another, and another. In fact it wasn’t bad.

Then I felt it almost sting inside of me. I looked down and saw my jeans fade away to reveal a pair of my tracky bottoms. My tracky bottoms? I don’t own any, did I? My mind was playing tricks on me.

My socks grew and turned white to accommodate my growing feet. I’m sure they were nearly size 12. Mmmn, sexy fukin feet. Wait? Oh yeah me huge sexy feet.