In a day and age where anything was possible, he really should have known better. I offered him £100 for him to let me snap a picture of him in this exact pose. Once I had it, he asked for another £100 for me to be able to touch his socked feet, £200 for me to touch his naked foot, £500 for me to become his sock for 1 week. All offers were within my financial grasp, but I wanted more and what he didn’t bank on was the fact that that in this day and age everything was possible.
He had an ability to transform anyone into his sock, I had the ability to transform me into anyone else, just from touch. I paid him the £200 as well as the £100. It didn’t matter, how much I paid him, the money would be mine anyway. He called me a faggot and invited me to touch his socked foot. The £200 gave me five minutes, however, I didn’t need that long. Around the four minute mark he became distracted. So I began to remove his sock. Finally I was able to touch him, his bare foot was revealed to me and I began to massage it. It was a beautiful foot, as feet go, I’d guess around a size 7uk, maybe an 8, really smooth. Nice and warm even though it was cold outside. Then my changes began.
At first it was a little weird, my hands turned into an exact replica of his feet and toes. But they quickly changed back into hands, his hands. I could already smell the nicotine on my fingers from his smoke! He still hadn’t noticed. My changes continued up my arms and down into my torso. It skipped my groin and continued down my legs. I got shorter and skinnier. I felt my ass and dick change. He still hadn’t noticed. My clothing was instantly replaced by his, complete with a sneaker on my left foot and another in my left hand. He still hadn’t noticed.
Then I felt my face change into his and the prickling as a moustache grew on my upper lip. He still hadn’t noticed. I spoke using his voice and finally he noticed.
Bro, there can’t be two of me, you can’t continue to be a duplicate of me. It’s time to choose your fate!
What do you mean, I can’t be a duplicate of you, you mean of me, that’s my body not yours, this wasn’t the deal.
In a world where anything is possible a deal can be anything I want. And right now I am you and your imposing by keeping that body you stole from me. You don’t have long. Decide who or what you want to be and I’ll make it happen. Fuck, I haven’t been this skinny in a long time. I haven’t been anyone else in a long time either. Fuck I need to explore the new me!
What the fuck man, you can’t do this to me!
You don’t have long to decide, there can’t be two of me. Make your choice quick or I will make the choice for you.
I ain’t choosing fuck all. Turn yourself back or better still. I will turn you into my sock, like you said in this world anything is possible.
There’s your decision then mate. In a few moments you will be your own socks. I ain’t gonna keep you as a pair of socks, but it’s a good start. Tomorrow I will then you into my sneakers. the day after my underwear, the day after a tracksuit. Then for a bit more good measure for a few more days I’ll turn you into my feet, then my juicy cock and balls then my sexy nicotine stained hands and fingers then my arm pits. After that I think you’ll be ready for something different and I’ll let you make the choice again, but you will never be me again.
Before he could react he had already begun his transformation. He was almost naked, except for one sock, and one sneaker, sat on the table in exactly the same position holding the other sneaker. Every inch of his skin was now white as white as his sock, he still had human features. He tried to move, but he couldn’t, the sneaker fell to the floor. By now he still had human form but was entirely made of white cotton, he began to shrink and split in two. The socks on my feet disappeared, as too did my copied sneakers. The cold surface of the floor beneath my feet was harsh.
On the table was a pair of white socks, him, an exact replica of the socks he had been wearing moments earlier. They still had his smell, his warmth and I needed that so I put them on. The only original part of him was his sneakers, I wore them too and gained all of his memories. Now I could have some fun as him.
The next day I made him become his very own sneakers, the next day his underwear, I had great pleasure wearing his body and wearing him as clothing. The next day he became his own feet, then his cock and balls then his arm pits then his hands. For an entire week he was attached to his own body in some way. On day eight I allowed him to become a human copy of himself again.
He was mad, he hadn’t showered in a week now and he had been all of the less desirable parts of his body and clothing, so he was a little “scented” shall we say. I gave him the choice again, pick who or what you want to be.
Fuck you, it’s you who needs to change, not me. He tried to walk away and I began the process again.
Look, I’ve no problem changing you each and every day for the rest of your life but you have a chance to become something or someone. I can reverse the process of you becoming a sock or give you another week to decide. He sat back on the table and stuck his middle finger up at me.
Decision made, a pair of socks it is!
Another week went by and I returned him to being a copy of himself again. He was ripe at this point.
Look, I’m done, I need to be human but I also want to continue to be close by you. I’ll become one of my best friends, but every now and then I want to be attached to my body once more for a few days.
And what should happen to your friend.
That’s easy, his own socks.
Wish granted.
He quickly became his mate who was in the boozer too. And a pair of socks on the bar for his naked feet appeared.
This is gonna be a fun switch.