Sorority Experience: Chapter 14, Returning ‘Home’

Time ran together, my life was lonely darkness punctuated by the occasional woman stepping on me and dropping their dirty clothes on me. I saw Carley, still trapped permanently as a sports bra, a few more times.

I still craved their attention, and when I got none, I grew increasingly worried that they had indeed forgotten about me. It got even worse when I realized that I hadn’t seen Brooke or the other visiting women in a while. Had they actually forgotten about me and gone home, leaving me in their sister house forever?

The smell of dirty feet clung to me tighter than my skin had before I had been transformed into a bathmat. I had long ago lost track of time, but the week that I was supposed to be left here must have passed by now.

I used to get excited when the door opened, like a dog greeting its owner when they return, begging for attention. But after a while, it stopped having that effect on me. They weren’t going to acknowledge me anyway. That changed when the door opened this time.

The door swung wide open, revealing Brooke striding in with that cruel smile that told me she had some new horrifying plan for me. She hadn’t left at all!

“So how are you doing?” Brooke said in the tone of a nurse visiting a child patient, though it was thick with sarcasm. “I told my housemates to use the other bathroom to make you think we left you behind!”

I was so relieved that I wasn’t forgotten or left that I didn’t even acknowledge her cruelty at first.

“So you must be pretty rank by now, let me see,” Brooke bent down and took a hold of me at the sides. She lifted me off the floor, and I felt the moving air beneath me for the first time in over seven days. “Oh yeah, wow, you really are gross. I guess ten days of dirty, bare feet all over you will do that. But you haven’t even seen yourself have you?”

Her voice was sickeningly mocking, like she was excitedly talking to a child. She took a few steps back and held me up like she was presenting me to a friend, giving me a straight-on look at the mirror over the sink. She was right that I had not actually seen myself like this, and the sight that greeted me was mortifying. I was a bright pink fuzzy bathmat with my name, Nick, emblazoned across the center in black, flowing script. And I looked how I felt, dirty and stinky. My surface was covered with bits of dirt, lint and stains.

“You see I told the girls to make sure their feet were especially gross when they came in to use you,” Brooke continued, keeping me high enough so I could see the humiliating form that she had chosen for me. “I even had them pretend they forgot about you after a while, wasn’t that fun!”

I couldn’t have hated her more than I did at that moment. I recalled just how terrible it was thinking that they forgot about me. I hated that she did that and hated even more that it worked. Every single moment of my panic was made even worse now knowing that Brooke orchestrated the entire thing and was off somewhere laughing about it.

“But it’s time for our visit to come to an end. We are healing back to our place today, we’re already packed up!”

As she talked, mocking me again, a surge of panic overtook my hatred. Was she leaving me here and this was her final goodbye, or was she coming in to retrieve me and take me with her? My body tensed up, waiting for the answer. I hated that she was keeping me in suspense, probably on purpose, knowing that I was asking this exact question.

“So it’s time to transform you again, because I am certainly not done with you.” I practically heaved a sigh of relief at her words. Though I immediately hated myself for that reaction. How bad had it gotten that I was actively excited at Brooke’s fresh new torture?

Brooke casually dropped me back to the floor, where I fell hard into a pile, my body mixed up as it folded over itself. Above me, she lifted her phone and aimed it at me. The feeling of the transformation came over me again, and felt myself shrinking fast, falling down hard into the floor. For a moment, it didn’t seem like the room would ever stop growing around me. Though it finally did as my body became hard and rolled in on itself.

So low to the ground, I couldn’t help but notice that Brooke wasn’t wearing any shoes or socks, which was odd given the fact that they were on their way out the door as she said.

“Aw, you’re so tiny!” Brooke teased as she leaned down and reached out toward me with her thumb and forefinger. When they closed around me, the truth of just how small I actually became clear. I could sit completely on the surface of her thumb. Brooke stood and took a few steps before squatting down and sitting on the edge of the tub.

“Now let’s get you in place for your trip, I wouldn’t want to lose you after all!” Brook lifted her left foot and crossed it over her other knee, like she was getting ready to paint her toenails. She brought me toward her foot and it finally dawned on me that she had transformed me into a toe ring!

I tensed my entire body as her middle toe approached me and pressed into the gap in the center of my body. Brooke pushed harder, working me past the bulky tip of her toe, the smell of her foot overtaking me, the warm, grimy texture of her skin against my body. 

With a final push, she forced me down against her foot. From here, almost my entire body was touching and surrounded by her toes, only the top of me was allowed any amount of air flow. The smell and feeling of her clearly unwashed foot became my entire world.

“There!” Brooke announced with a smile in her voice as she put her foot back down on the floor. I wasn’t exactly pressed against the floor, but I was so close that I might as well have been, the disgusting surface of the bathroom tile assailed my senses. “You know, I really do look good with a toe ring, I should have done this a long time ago! But anyway, the girls are waiting for me!”

With a chuckle, Brooke started to walk out of the bathroom. It had been a while since I was wrapped around Violet's foot as a sock, and I completely forgot just how disorienting the simple act of walking was. With each step of her left foot, my world turned into a blur, like I was riding an out-of-control roller coaster. And even when she stepped with her right foot and gave me a break, I wasn’t recovered enough to really get a sense of what was around me.

“Alright girls,” I heard Brooke say. “I’m ready to go, let me just get my shoes on.”

“Oh yeah? What did you do with what’s-his-name?” Luna asked. I was convinced that she knew my name but was just taunting me. After all, I was in a public area of the house with my name across me for a week. Now that Brooke had stopped walking, I was able to see that all the girls from Brooke’s house were gathered around.

Brooke giggled and raised her left foot up toward her, wiggling her toes to illustrate my current predicament. Luna looked confused for a moment before her face lit up, apparently noticing me wrapped around Brooke’s toe.

“Oh, ha! That’s awesome!” Luna laughed, which got the attention of the other girls, who turned to see what she was looking at.

“Oh girl! You look good with jewelry!” Zoey leaned in to get a better look. The others laughed and made their own biting comments about my fate, causing me to shrivel before them, the humiliation adding to the disgust I was already forced to feel.

“Alright, alright,” Brooke said eventually, calming down the group. “We need to get going now!”

Brooke took a few steps and I watched as we approached a pair of shoes. They were small and black with a sizable opening in the top. Growing up with sisters, I was able to recognize it as a ballet flat, a type of flat-bottomed shoe characterized by the fact that it only just barely covered the wearer's toes. Growing up with a lot of women also taught me that this type of shoe is also traditionally worn without socks…

I panicked, my mind rebelling against the idea of being trapped in those shoes without the protective, sweat-absorbing layer of cloth around me. I tensed up, or at least tried to, though I had no control over my body at all.

I was lifted off the ground and lowered down toward the black prison. The smell of the shoe hit me like a brick as I slipped into it. The black of the footwear closed in around me, the toes to either side pressed in against me, raising the heat noticeably as darkness fell. There was still a sliver of light reaching its way into the shoe, though not enough for me to see anything in any meaningful way.

“Alright, let’s go!” I heard Brooke say. The ballet flat seemed to allow a decent amount of sound to reach me down here.

Again my world started to move and swing as Brooke presumably walked out to the van they arrived in. Without the ability to see, I couldn’t prepare for anything, so every step caught me by surprise, her toes flexing and pressing into me in ways that always seemed to twist me around and squeezed her sweaty skin into me.

I heard the sound of the engine starting and tried to relax, knowing that they would be in the car for a long time, a day or even more. Though Brooke wasn’t going to let me get off that easy. She almost continually moved her foot, flexing her toes or wiggling them inside her shoe.

Hours passed and it became hotter and sweatier inside my prison. Even though it was apparently hot in the car, Brooke refused to take her shoe off to give me a break of any kind. At one point they got out of the car and walked for a bit, maybe stopping for food or a bathroom break before they were back in the car.

More time passed and I could gather that they had arrived back at their house, though Brooke still refused to remove her shoe. More walking, more sitting, and finally I was removed, but only for Brooke to climb into her bed and bury me under her hot sheets and blankets for the night.

The next day passed largely the same. Brooke refused to take a shower, and wore those damned flats all day, the sweat and grime of her foot practically fusing with my DNA. At some point they left the house, all of them gathering up into the van before walking some more.

The sound of deafening music reached me through Brooke’s shoes. They must have gone out to a club. This fact was confirmed when Brooke started dancing, my prison moving almost frantically, her toes twisting so fast I lost track of what was up and what was down. Along with the dizzying sensation, the heat and sweat ramped up. I could feel her toes slipping and sliding across each other, the moisture practically pooling up beneath me.

This soon became unbearable, and I silently screamed for relief, for some kind of break. I welcomed my next change, anything but being stuck down here. Finally, the frantic movement slowed to a normal walking pace and the music dramatically quieted down. It was still very loud, but now I could hear voices of the women above me.

Then the weight was lifted off me, the girls apparently sitting down at a table. I heard a familiar voice, Luna’s, though I found it hard to make out what she said. Whatever it was sounded urgent though, as she pleaded with the other girls for something.

“Really?” her voice finally cut through, the music changing to something much softer. “None of you have one? Really”

“Sorry, I really would help you, but I actually don’t have any,” Zoey responded, her voice noticeably slurred.

“I purposely don’t carry any,” Hannah chimed in. “This was a girls night out after all, I wanted to spend it with y’all!”

“Yeah, but,” Luna’s voice took on a pouty tone like a child who was just told that the rollercoaster they wanted to go on was closed. “That guy at the bar is sooo cute! You won’t blame me for slipping out of girls' night, will you?”

“Hell no, girl,” Maya said. “I just don’t have anything to give you…”

“Wait!” Luna’s voice perked up. “You’re still wearing Nick aren’t you?”

Hearing my name sent ice through my veins. Whatever they were talking about didn’t bode well for me.

Brooke laughed before finally responding. “You know, I am!”

Suddenly and without warning, Brooke’s left foot rose up to rest on her knee. I felt the shoe shifting and finally came free. The multi-colored, strobing light washed over me as Brooke set her shoe down on the ground. Her fingers pinched me and started to pull me off her toe. Her flesh inside of me pushed hard into me as I neared the bloated tip of her toe. With a pop, I slipped free.

“Damn, I can smell him from here,” Zoey said as I was raised up over the table.

“Ha! I forgot you were wearing him!” Hannah chimed in.

“Yeah, he is a bit ripe, but a quick transformation will change that,” Brooke laughed, raising her phone to aim at me. The sensation of transforming washed over me. I grew, though it wasn’t long before I stopped. Whatever I became was larger, though not by too much. And I got the feeling I was softer too.

The girls around me laughed.

“Well that’s one way to solve it…” Zoey said after a moment.

“Perfect! One condom that’s guaranteed not to break! Thanks Brooke!,” Luna smiled and snatched me up, dropping me into the darkness of her purse before I fully realized what happened.

A condom… They had transformed me into a condom! I immediately regretted my thoughts earlier: my desire for any change that got me off of Brooke’s diary toe. As the dark purse bounced off, I realized that this new form was going to be so much worse…