Posted Tue Nov 3, 2015 | 451 Words | Tagged story chav

He got to the hotel room, pretty tired from the long day at the conference. On the door was a grey bag which had been torn to be able to fit onto the door handle. Just wanting to get into the room, he swiped the card, took the bag off the door and let himself in.

Tearing open the bag revealed a pair of Nike trainers which were in reasonable condition. Nothing like the fancy shoes he was wearing, and almost offended him why someone would put such things on his door. They also definitely were not brand new shoes. He put them to side and made a mental note to bin them later.

After lying in his bed, completely out of it tired he smelt something odd. He smelt sweat coming from the room, and he followed his nose. The smell was coming from those trainers. He give them a sniff be sure, and wow they stunk. Whoever the previous owner was had pretty smelly feet.

But even though it smelt so bad, it wasn’t so bad was it. Surely the shoes weren’t his style, but they weren’t too bad. They were almost inviting him to sniff and enjoy them. He took off his own shoes and put one foot in a trainer, and then the other. He tied them in a messy fashion, and looked down at his feet and smirked. He looked a bit odd in a suit and trainers, but the trainers felt so good.

They were warm and sweaty. The sweat soaking into the socks and then into him. It just felt nice to let the smell of them grow and be part of him.

He lied down on the bed with the shoes on and started to drift under a sudden feeling of bliss coming from his feet. Slowly he was sure he felt the tight restricting trousers start to soften and crinkle and gain elastic. He felt them with a hand and felt a nice polyester material, so much nicer and so much better.

Then he felt a loosening of the suit jacket and something form out of the back. He looked down with the little energy his body seemed to posses and could see white strips on a red hoodie. His red adidas hoodie.

Next the itchy expensive shirt started to join together, buttons melting into colours on the t-shirt and it just feeling good to wear something proper. The collar got heavier and detached, and formed into a gold necklace around his neck.

Finally, after the Nike trainers were finished with him, he fell asleep. Waking up a new lad who was struggling with a hangover after getting plastered the night before.