Follower to Heels (Patreon)

It’s a pleasure to meet you, I always enjoy meeting my patrons! So are you ready for your transformation? What do you mean, “what transformation?” you won the contest to become my new high heels. What? No, this isn’t a meet-and-greet, what gave you that idea? Listen, I don’t know what to tell you, the contest was to become my shoes, and in case you didn’t notice, I’m dressed for a party, but I’m wearing FLATS. I AM walking away from this conversation with a new pair of shoes. I am NOT going to this party like this, are you crazy? Let me just get my TransformIt app open... there. See, there, it’s so much better as my shoes isn’t it? I can hear your thoughts, so go ahead and tell me, what do you think? See, I knew you’d like it! Now let’s get off to that party. So um, can you stop that grunting with every step? I know it might feel weird and probably hurts but I can’t have you whining in my head all night. Yes, I know you can smell and taste everything, I left all of your senses intact. I don’t know what to tell you, if you think it smells and tastes bad now, it’s only going to get worse as the night goes on. Alright, I’m just going to tune you out, I can’t enjoy this party if I am hearing you in my head the entire night. It’s going to be at least four or five hours before I head home.

-LATER-

Oh wow. That was quite the party, my feet are killing me. Yes, I know you’re still there, I can still hear you, I’ve just been ignoring you. All night just whining constantly about how dizzy you are and how much it hurt. The club DID have a dance floor after all, and you can’t expect me to sit out just because I was wearing a person. Despite it all, I do like how you turned out, so I think I’m going to change your transformation time to “indefinite.” Oh don’t complain, you know I’m a transformation enthusiast after all. I do SORT of feel bad that you thought you were just meeting me, but the contest WAS clear, so...