Posted Thu Feb 11, 2016 | 314 Words | Tagged story chav

He said on his profile he loved stinky used shoes and he was up for new experiences. What better experience than to send him some quite powerful Nikes for him to play with.

What I didn’t tell him was the more he played with them, the more like the previous owner he would become.

First it started with his feet, of course it had to. They grew out into the size 12s and he was proud of them. Of course it meant he had to wear them, he had no other footwear that would fit him otherwise!

That’s when his socks branded themselves as Nike as well. When he was walking to the shoe shop to try and figure out what was going on, he didn’t realise the other changes.

For one, his mind was mushing to the state of the lad who used to wear them. He wasn’t very bright, and that was beginning to show. What was he buying again?

New trackies, that was it wasn’t it? He headed to the sports shop and almost in a daze bought himself a set of nike to wear. The daze being his normal state until he had a couple cans.

He looked in the mirror on the kitchen bench. Heck, it was his kitchen he could do what he wanted right? He looked at himself, this was odd. He looked and felt like himself, but not entirely.

Nah, it was right wasn’t it. Hair shaved down the sides. Fuck his head was proper hurting. Maybe robbing shit was a bad idea. He’d fuckin come back tomorrow or summert, he just needed to get back to his council flat.

Yeah, that felt right didn’t it? Just barely remembering who he was. It wasn’t as though his mind craved it so much, it managed to almost forget entirely who he was. This was who he was.