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Annette's Cheap Sandals
🕑 Added 2023-01-07 00:19:44 +0000 UTCStory provided by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous! Also, a fair warning, while the story's great, it is on the darker side and involves identity death, so be careful if that's not your thing!
(Girl to sandals TF)
(Fire Emblem Three Houses)
"The weather is so warm lately... gosh, maybe I should ditch the stockings and boots! My feet are drenched in sweat. Sandals would be way better!" Annette said with a smile, not realizing that those words would change her best friend's fate forever. "Y-Yes, you're right... you'd look lovely in a nice pair of sandals!" Mercedes muttered, blushing intensely at the way Annette had worded that. No one would expect such a pure and sweet nun to be a naughty foot fetishist, but that was a secret Mercedes von Martritz kept very well hidden... but when her best friend speaks about such things so casually, it's hard not to get a little blushy... and that's when the horny thoughts strike.
"Mercie, is everything okay? You were kinda mumbling there, and your cheeks are totally red! Oh no, are you hot too? Let's get some cold water from the cafeteria!" Annette suggested innocently. "I-I'm fine, just lost in my thoughts, that's all! Umm... Annie, I'm going to get you some sandals tomorrow, as a gift. Come by my room around the evening and I'll hand them over, it isn't very fair that you have to wear those stuffy boots and stockings when the sun is shining so bright!" Mercedes said with a devious grin. "Really!? Oh wow, thank you so much! You're the best ever, Mercie!" Annette smiled sweetly, giving the baker a warm hug. She adored Mercedes with all her heart... she couldn't imagine a kinder soul! Little did she know, Mercedes fantasized about her feet on the regular and was mainly buying her sandals just as an excuse to admire her adorable toes more often. The two girls continued to hang out for a bit before going their separate ways, but on the way back to her room, Mercedes encountered someone she rarely interacted with.
"Hey, you. I need to have a word with you." a short girl with striking white hair said in a serious tone. "Oh my, Lysithea? We haven't spoken in a while! Would you like me to bake you some sweets? I know you love my chocolate chip cookies dearly!" Mercedes chuckled softly. "C-Chocolate chip cookies!? A-Ahem, no... that's not what I wanted to talk to you about! I just wanted to say... I see right through you." Lysithea said bluntly. "Oh? Hehe, what a strange thing to say! Am I a ghost?" Mercedes asked with a playful wink. "A-A GHOST!? WHERE!? ...oh, wait... NO! This isn't the time for jokes! You like feet, I know it!" Lysithea shouted, her voice nearly echoing through the night sky. "...oh dear. Shall we chat about this in my room, over a cup of tea?" Mercedes asked nervously. "Yeah... let's do that." Lysithea said, accompanying the older student to her room.
"So... how do you know about my foot fetish?" Mercedes asked shakily as she sat on her bed. "Well... I overheard your conversation with Annette. Your behavior was unusual... it's clear that you lost your composure the moment she started talking about her feet." Lysithea said, continuing to stand and stare down at the woman. "That's it..? Um... well, that's just because I really don't want Annie's feet to get sore!" Mercedes shouted defensively. "Oh please, you already admitted you have a foot fetish. Plus, that isn't just it. I also saw you sniffing someone's used socks in the training room a few nights ago. You were breathing strangely... you even balled them up and put them in your mouth!" Lysithea said judgmentally. "W-What were you doing up at that time? I was the only one on weapon maintenance that night... oh dear. Well, now you know... do you plan to expose my secret? Please don't..." Mercedes pleaded, knowing that this could very easily ruin her pure and wholesome image. "Hah! I'm glad you understand my position of power in this situation. I'll keep it simple, are you in love with Annette?" Lysithea asked bluntly. "W-What? I... n-no, of course not! She's my best friend!" Mercedes shouted defensively, blushing brightly.
"Right... well, I already know what I want to do with you so I have no issue revealing this to you. I'm in love with Annette... and she's in love with me. We've been dating for a while now." Lysithea said with a smirk and rosy cheeks. The nun's heart sank upon hearing this... she was always so sure that Annette had feelings for her... since when was she that close with Lysithea? "Your expression says it all... but hey, I'm not a cruel person so I have a pretty great offer for you. I'm going to be Annette's girlfriend... and you can be her sandals." Lysithea suggested. "I can be... her sandals? As in... she'll wear me on her feet?" Mercedes asked, eyes lighting up at the idea of it. "Mhm. You love her sweaty feet, don't you? So surely you'll be fine being her sandals... meanwhile I'll be the one she kisses every day, she'll probably forget about "Mercedes von Martritz" fast, but she'll surely love her sandals." Lysithea said dominantly. Mercedes began to shake... this was sounding hotter and hotter by the second, but did she really want to get cucked by Lysithea?
"I... would love to be her sandals. Please allow me to become her sandals, Lysithea!" Mercedes begged. A smirk grew on the younger girl's face. "You'll need to beg a little more, a forbidden spell like transformation isn't easy to pull off after all," Lysithea said, slipping her boots off and resting on Mercedes' bed, her stockinged feet now laying on the nun's soft, sweet face. Mercedes knew what she had to do and wasted no time licking at the girl's socked feet... they were surprisingly musky, but nowhere near as smelly as Annette's! Mercedes continued to worship Lysithea for some time, tasting all of her sweaty sock lint and thoroughly pampering those precious noble feet... and eventually it was finally time for her life-changing transformation.
"Okay, that's enough. You did pretty well, but I'm sure my girlfriend Annette will do much better at worshipping me." Lysithea said smugly. "Yes... I'm sure she will. Umm... please take care of Annie for me." Mercedes mumbled nervously, knowing exactly what was coming. "Heh, so you understand that this fate is permanent? Good. I guess I'll ask, what type of sandals would you like to be?" Lysithea asked curiously, knowing full well that she'd end up turning the nun into the total opposite of what she wanted to be regardless. "Oh! A cushy pair... and maybe a bit on the fancy side? I want Annie's feet to be as comfy as possible while also looking good. I-I want to last a long time, too..." Mercedes blushed brightly, a bit embarrassed by how she was speaking of herself as if she was already an object. "Alright... well, before I transform you... give me a kiss." Lysithea demanded, giving the woman no time to react before smooching her on the lips. "Mmm..." Mercedes moaned softly, continuing to smooch the younger girl a bit before she pulled away. "You're a good kisser... but that was really just practice for when I start kissing a much cuter girl every day. Maybe she'll taste your lips a bit next time we kiss! Anyways, sandals time." Lysithea said, lifting a tome up and chanting some strange words before zapping the woman with a beam of darkness.
"N-Ngh! I feel... itchy!" Mercedes gasped, her arms and legs gluing together while her dress blended right into her flesh to give her skin a brown color to match the shawl she wore. "Oh, by the way... I didn't quite catch what type of sandals you wanted... so I defaulted to the cheapest, most low-quality kind possible." Lysithea said with an evil smirk. "W-What? No, you heard me! I know you did- ngh! A-Ahhhh!" Mercedes moaned, feeling her breasts sink into her chest until it was totally flat, her balance quickly being lost as she fell backward and her body formed an oval shape. "Wow, look at you... heh. Never thought I'd see the day where I have bigger boobs than you." Lysithea said with a giggle. "F-Feels... sooo... goooood!~" Mercedes moaned, the humiliating words from Lysithea only adding to the intense pleasure she was feeling as her head finally sunk into the sandal, leaving her face permanently printed onto the sole of it, her beautiful long hair forming the cheap sandal straps before the entire texture of her body shifted to foam and plastic. The sandal slowly split in two as Mercedes moaned internally, no longer able to speak at this point... and finally, she shrunk to a size small enough to fit Annette's little stinky feet!
"All done... heh. Look at how pathetic you are now. Nothing but a worthless pair of sandals that you can find in the bargain bin pretty much anywhere." Lysithea chuckled, picking the sandals up and examining the slutty nun's face printed on the soles. Despite having no ears, Mercedes could hear everything... everything felt so strange, her body felt so cheaply made... it was such a wild change that'd certainly lose herself to lust by now if she was still human. "Hmm... you know, I'm tempted to wear you myself... but I think I got enough from you with that kiss. ...and you know, don't say I never did anything for you. I could easily claim that these sandals are a gift from me, but I'll let her believe they're from you. A parting gift, I guess." Lysithea said, placing the sandals on the counter before raiding the baker's mini fridge for sweets. Not like she'll be needing that cake anymore after all! The only thing Mercedes will be eating in her imminent future is whatever gunk is stuck to Annette's feet.
"Mmm... this cake is delicious! My compliments to the chef!" Lysithea said, licking her lips before turning the light off and leaving the room with a plate of cake in hand. And then... Mercedes's world went silent. The pair of sandals was left in total darkness... an uneasiness flooded their mind. Was this really a good decision? Such a permanent choice... but the sandals ultimately chose to believe it will be worth it in the end. This feeling of emptiness will go away when a pair of familiar feet are keeping them nice and warm!
"Mercie! I'm here to pick up those sandals! ...Mercie?" Annette asked, entering the room the next day, removing her boots and socks at the door, and curiously looking around after turning the light on. It didn't take long for the girl to locate a pair of... oddly familiar-looking sandals sitting on the counter. "Oh! Wow, these are... uh, interesting. Are they custom-made..? Heh, Mercie's face is on the sole of both of them... and she's blushing and sticking her tongue out! What funny-looking sandals... they seem a bit cheap, but let's give 'em a try!" Annette smiled, dropping the sandals to the ground and wasting no time slipping her bare feet into them. The sandals could immediately taste the salty sweat lingering on Annette's soles the moment her feet easily slid in them, the toe jam glued to her big toes were smushing into her straps... it already felt heavenly in every sense. "Wow! These are comfier than I expected... they're made of foam! You may not be the flashiest pair of sandals, but I love you!" Annette smiled brightly, wiggling her toes in her sandals cutely.
This may have not been the way Mercedes initially wanted to hear those three magical words from the one they love, but it still felt amazing nonetheless! "I wonder where Mercie is... gosh, I really want to thank her for the sandals but my date with Lysithea is in just a few minutes..." Annette sighed, a bit conflicted about whether she should stay here or head to her girlfriend's room. The confirmation that Annette and Lysithea went on dates didn't bother Mercedes much... after all, why would a pair of sandals think they have a chance with a cute girl like Annette to begin with? Their only purpose is to silently keep her feet as cozy as possible while also absorbing her sweat and basking in both the intense musk from the sweat and her natural cheesy foot odor. "Mmm... I better just get going! I hope Lysithea finds my new sandals cute... I put orange nail polish on since I knew Mercie was hooking me up with some open-toed shoes. Ahh, I did such a good job painting them!" Annette giggled cutely, leaving her best friend's room and looking down at her pretty, pale feet as they flopped up and down against the foam sandals. The more Mercedes remained glued to the girl's feet, the more the sandal-like mentality overcame them. It didn't take long for Mercedes to fully accept their fate, their memories of life as a kindhearted baker and nun quickly departing their mind... they were just a cheap pair of sandals, and always have been. Annette's feet are all that matters to them... their sole purpose as sandals.
At first, Annette cherished her sandals, even giving the stinky surface of them a smooch or two every night to express her true feelings to Mercedes... But obviously, the girl had feelings for one other, and Mercedes wasn't exactly able to compete for her love in her current form, so Annette fell further and further in love with Lysithea... while her sandals became muskier and muskier, eventually to the point where they were totally funky and could be smelled from across the room when she wasn't wearing them. Annette tried to act like everything was okay but the disappearance of her best friend was clearly starting to affect her mentally, so Lysithea promptly cast a memory spell to make her totally forget the sweet nun entirely... and with no knowledge of the sandals being a gift from Mercedes, Annette had no reason to keep them as some sort of memento once they were tattered beyond use. Once abandoned in a dumpster, the sandals felt an intense sense of pride... they served their lady well in their brief time together and would happily bask in her stench and sweat forever at the dump!
Strange memories of life as a woman named Mercedes would occasionally linger in the minds of the abandoned sandals, but they never dwelled on them for long... because every moment spent thinking about those silly intrusive thoughts is a moment that could be spent thinking about Annie's feet! The way the girl sang and danced around so carefree and cutely while her foot sweat dripped into the sandals and her awful cheesy odor filled every room she entered... it was something they could never forget. It truly was a happy ending for everyone... the sandals got to enjoy a permanent vacation with the musky sweat stains of their beloved to keep them company while Annette and Lysithea were eventually wed, and Lysithea treated her peppy wife well, spoiling her with cute pairs of sandals several times a year!
