"Oh My Gosh! some chick threw away a brand new pair of shoes just because they were a little muddy!- they must of cost at least a hundred dollars!!! SCORE!"
"Whats the matter Charles? Not enjoying your new life? All My shirts must strech! This is the only way I feel comfy!"
Charles tried to react, but shivers of pain and pleasure went through his body.
"If you don't approve of this, there is a spot open for a new towel rag in the Kitchen!"
"Oh don't thank me!" Amy said with an evil smirk. "It was mostly peter".
Thats one way to teach a cheating husband.
"Now sweetie, If your good, and support me, You might just not end up in some guys trash tomorrow". She snickered.
"Who am I kidding, I'll make sure he rips right through you."
Rob knew his life was over.
"OMG mom, so this was great grandma's makeup box? Jeez, It looks so cool and functional.. and the powder puff... that was hers as well?"
"Yes Honey, the story is Great Grandma got this case right around the time great grandpa disapeared - sigh- nobody ever heard from him again"
"Ohhhh, poor Effy! I got a little smudge of mud on your
pretty new form of existance...but it's still fun to be worn on my foot isnt it?"
Thomas knew that since the mistress had changed him into a mere tube of lipstick his life was now in total service to hers.
Every day he was being worn down little by little, Everyday he rode within her sacred handbag waiting for the moment he was held in contact with her omnipiant beauty, priveleged to serve..
As if this existance wasnt alien enough to the former man, now he realized that even though he waited within the darkness of her purse, if he concentraited he could see where she had been, through the part of him left behind..he could see what was going on around the trace of himself left on a cup, or a tissue..
"EEEP! No! please please please, move along, dont think I'm a beautiful earring! Once I was a man and if a girl buys me within the next twenty four hours Ill be stuck as a pretty little earring forever! Why did I ever make fun of that girl? How was I suypposed to know she was a witch??"
" well.....I think it's all over for me. They chanted their chant and lit their candles and doused me with some sort of liquid... and now they're all sitting over there, not even looking my way... It must have worked... they must have changed me into one of their purses.. I'm lying on a table between two other handbags, I must be one of them... And I feel all bloated on the inside, like I'm filled with objects... and I smell perfume.. on me.. "
"I guess I will never be human again... sob!! .. I'M SO HAPPY!!"
!!!!! PLEASE!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!
GET ME DOWN FROM HERE! I promise to be a good shoe!!! ---sob! ---
"No more complaining about going back to my old life...---sob---, I know youre NEVER changing me back.."
" I promise..."
"....I can almost remember a before time.. When i want here for the mistress waiting... The walking with the two legs that were mine and the eating too, so long ago....Was that even me? Am i just remembering the mistress and her man friend.. i see the man friend when she wears me...mmmmmmm to be worn by the mistress.. when shall she wear me again??...
But he's become a really great sexy pair of pantyhose ,
excellent conjuring by the way"
"Thanks, I guess I'd feel better if i could just
get him to stop squirming around.
Why don't men ever just accept their fate
after they're transformed?"
Great! OK so I stood in for the missing shoe you needed for your shot.. so change me back"
"Oh.... um..... let me just run home and look at the spell book and see about that"
"I'll see you later Charles, try not to get sold while I'm gone OK?"
As a man, Alphonse never imagined that a woman's handbag was such a useful tool.
He'd seen girls carrying them and had always thought they were little more than a decoration.
Since his transformation hes finding that purses are workhorses.
Being packed full of her belongings was one thing,
having to endure the lowly status of a piece of luggage...it was all hard to get used too.
He used to drive his girlfriend around in his car,
now he lays at her feet in silence while her new boyfriend does the driving.
If he could cry he would!
"Don't worry, you'll probably grow to love being a dress"
"I know we didn't plan on me loosing the magic wand and you being stuck this way"
"and I cant keep you myself because I cant deal with all that guilt..it was MY idea after all..."
"And there goes your ability to talk, yes, you're going to be a lovely dress and some girl is going to adore the way you make her look, so goodbye dress, and good luck!"
"Unnnhhhh....Where am I?"
"Where you belong! Where I'm going to get rid of you forever"
" What did you do to me??"
" I turned you into a high heel shoe you jerk! a right shoe, you took the place of the shoe I turned into you!"
"Thats right! the shoe makes a better man than you ever were..and you? your a girly little shoe in a girly little box waiting to be sold at my yard sale"
"Shut up SHOE!"
Once upon a time a sniveling person who dared to question the power of one of the witcheyest witches that ever witched. They went back and forth in conversation here on the BLOG and Jango just had enough...POOF!
Human existance became object existance, and all was right in the universe.
Here is the photo by our own **-JANGO FEET-** and her victim --TINALYNNE--
"Who knew that such a tuff guy would become such a flirty little skirt!"
"I should have done this YEARS ago!!"