Shannon clacked her favorite heels on the kitchen floor, savoring every step she was taking on her new fabulous insoles. She took a mental note to check and see which brand they were later, especially the one under her left foot. That one was by far the comfiest she had ever stepped on. She was fully prepared to wear these heels for the rest of the night, until she thought briefly about how rank her shoes get after wearing them for too long. Even with these fresh insoles she knew the damage her sweaty, gross feet could do to a pair of shoes, so sadly when she reached the base of the stairs she sat down on the 3rd step and began sliding her heels off. As she slowly took each shoe off the cool fresh air felt good on her toes and she wiggled them happily, but mere moments later a wave of funky smells wafted up into her nostrils. She grimaced and looked at her heels, knowing the source of the odor immediately. She quickly placed the shoes down at the base of the stairs, telling herself that they needed a break before the fun night she and Stacy had ahead of them. Shannon excitedly stood up and walked upstairs, already thinking about what to do that night, her mind not wandering for a second to her son, assuming his safety without any proof.
Meanwhile, Stacy was still browsing her phone in the living room. She sighed a sigh of relief, believing that for the time being you were safe and not in need of constant worry. She loved you with all of her heart but that didn't mean she didn't cherish the brief moments she had where you were out of harms way. A few minutes passed before she yawned and stood up from the couch. She still had some time before her and Shannon would head out for their girls' night, but still she didn't want to be rushed to get ready, so she began walking towards the stairs. Not really paying attention to much, as she reached the base of the stairs a sucker punch of foul smell hit her in the nose and awoke her from her daze. Her eyes shot open and darted around, searching for the source of this unpleasant odor. In a moment her eyes locked onto her mother's favorite heels, a pair that she has had for years. Leaning a bit closer to confirm this was the source of the smell, she plugged her nose and peered into the openings in the heels. By some miracle, Stacy looked close enough to see that the insoles in these shoes were two completely different ones. A bit confused, she mentally prepared herself to accept the close-up smell of these shoes as she reached down and yanked the insole from each shoe.
You felt your body soar through the air as you were freed from your dark prison. For a moment you were about to lose all hope of being free from supporting your mother's huge, sweaty, left foot, but as your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw Stacy's confused face looking directly at you your heart lit up with excitement. Unbeknownst to you, even one day of wear by Shannon had done a number on your form, and you looked even more like a beat up insole than the actual insole being held by your side. Mustering up whatever reserve strength you had left after a day of destruction under Shannon's sole, you managed to wiggle your form just enough to get Stacy's attention.
"OH GOD SAMMY." Stacy said, feeling the obvious wiggle from what looked like nothing more than a left insole. She quickly dropped the right one to the ground and held you with both hands, examining you all over. The beatdown Shannon's foot had given you since the morning had just about erased all of your human-like features, but by some stroke of luck your face remained ever so slightly visible, albeit incredibly smeared. In fact, the only reason Stacy could see you was because she was looking for you, to the casual observer your facial features looked pretty much like regular wear and tear on an insole. You, of course, were none the wiser to this fact, being too preoccupied crying metaphorical tears of joy upon your discovery. Stacy immediately bolted upstairs to Shannon's room to ask her the what had actually happened that day. She didn't think that her mom had lied to her, but she hoped that showing her you would jog her memory well enough to remember the truth. Stacy burst through the door, catching Shannon in nothing more than a scandalous bra and panties before speaking up.
"MOM. Sammy IS your left insole! Look right here!" She held your face towards your mother, who recoiled slightly at the smell of her own foot odor. She inspected you closely for a second before responding,
"Stacy, quit being paranoid, he's at a tutoring session, right? And come on, those spots that look like a face are clearly just little bits of toe-jam and other gunk! You really think I wouldn't be able to tell my own son from my own toe-jam?" Shannon was obviously unconvinced, as she had already made up her mind on your current fate.
"Yes it is! Here!" Stacy slapped you into Shannon's hand. Understanding your sister's cue you mustered up enough strength to wiggle once more, shocking your mother into recognizing you.
"Oh dear god, it is you, Sammy! I'm so so sorry." She said, as memories flooded back into her mind of the morning and the shoe store. She quickly told Stacy the actual truth of what happened during the day, and as much as Stacy wanted to judge her mother's ineptitude at keeping track of you, it wouldn't do much good other than hurt her feelings. After a few moments more of talking, Shannon's gears in her ditzy brain began to turn until she said out loud,
"Crap, those are the only insoles I have for these heels, Stacy..." Stacy looked back at her mom, puzzled. "So what, just wear a different pair of shoes." She responded. Shannon looked incredibly guilty over what she was about to say, but in her mind she had no other option.
"I can't go out on the town in any other shoes, Stacy! My feet will hurt too much, and I need to be standing all day for photoshoots tomorrow!" Shannon blurted out.
"Uhh, mom. You can't be saying what I think you're saying, right? You KNOW Sammy is your left insole right now. You can't possibly consider wearing him out tonight!" Stacy was flabbergasted at her mother's train of thought, not understanding how stubborn Shannon's ditzy brain can get once she sets her mind to an idea.
"I'm sorry Stacy, and Sammy, but I have to! I already reserved a spot and a restaurant and a table at a club and I have no other choice but to wear those heels! And Sammy did agree to being my insole earlier today so he can't be that opposed to it! He knows how much I need it, Stacy, I swear."
Stacy looked down at you, then back to Shannon, then down at you multiple times before finally responding...
"..."
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