Adopted - Chapter 1

Okay. First event.

Like I said earlier, I was introduced to shrinking very young. I’ve been shrunk hundreds of times, to various heights. My mother had a shrinking device she imported. She used it as a discipline tool, mostly against me. Aiko got shrunk a few times to for misbehaving, but maybe overall 5 times in her whole childhood. Me, it was something common. Usually, once shrunk, I was ordered to do a task that most often than not, revolved around feet. Yup. Feet, shoes, socks. For whatever reason my mother deemed fit, she would punish me. A beating, more chores, being grounded, and when she was really mad: shrinking. Then, she would order me to clean shoes, socks, or even her own feet or Aiko’s with a tooth brush or a rag as a punishment. That’s something I did a lot of times. For my mother, feet were all about dishonor. Shoes were considered filthy; we were never allowed to wear any in the house. Forcing me to clean them, smell them or lick them was something very humiliating for me, and the whole point of the punishment, and while at a young age it scared me, I happened to get used to it.

However, on one particular day when I was 8 years old, my mother Yumi was very angry for reasons that I cannot remember, and she shrunk me to 1 inch in height for the first time. It was so small, I couldn’t believe how big the world became around me and it scared me like hell. I remember feeling the fear in my bones, shaking while I was on the carpet floor and when my mother came close, standing next to me like a colossal giantess. I remember looking up at her giant body and up until I met her angry eyes. I fell to my knees, I wanted to ask for mercy but all I could do was cry. I was filled with the most powerful fear, and inhabited by the sensation of being nothing but a speck.

“You will learn.” She said to me from up there, her voice booming down on me, little me… scared shitless and completely naked. I had never seen my mother so mad at me, she was screaming. She bent down and picked me up with her thumb and forefinger and I thought my life was ending right there when she brought me up in the air so high and so quickly. Maybe that’s why I am scared of drop rides and theme parks in general. I cannot believe people seek these strong feelings as a hobby. Anyway, my mother was out of her mind and dropped me inside her old black leather loafers she was wearing to do errands and other things. It was the first time I was actually being so small to fit completely inside a shoe. Not only I could fit in, but it was huge to me. I was very young so I remember some details but not all of them, but one detail that caught my mind was the strong smell of leather and feet that got a hold of me. I remember crying in fetal position, on a worn insole of a worn shoe, while my mom was screaming and ranting in Japanese. Then, the unexpected happened. My mom put her foot into the shoe.

For me it was like if she had decided to kill me. She didn’t care much where her foot landed inside the shoe, I got stuck under her blue socked toes and she rolled me deep down into the shoe. I was under her toes, where it smelled the worse and she didn’t care. SHE DIDN’T CARE! I became instantly claustropohobic and screamed and cried and tried to fight but my mom decided that day, she was running errands with me inside her shoe to punish me and there was nothing that could change her mind. It was also the first time that she actually walked on me. I was sure she would kill me instantly and I feared for my life. In the smelly humid darkness I was knocked out after a few steps and that was it for me.

Now there is a difference between being shrunk to 2 feet tall to give her a foot rub, and being shrunk to an unbelievingly small size and being worn inside a shoe. I wasn’t prepared for this. When I woke up, I was still in there, only to realize my mom kept me inside her shoe and under her sweaty toes for a full day while she was shopping. She did all she had to do from clothes shopping to groceries, all while entrapping me under her socked toes, not giving a fuck about me. I still remember the sound of her steps, the shoe being beaten by her extremely tall and heavy body. Well, this is relative, my mother is considered a small woman and pretty skinny, but when you’re shrunken and inside a shoe, it’s different. I remember the smell being omnipresent and potent. I remember the feeling of the cotton sock brushing against my minuscule body. The pressure of her toes, the constant movements, the humidity. It’s all there in my head like if it had happened yesterday. A complete hellish day. Hours on end. No fresh air.

It was the first time such a thing happened to me. Not the last, of course, it happened a lot during my childhood. I’ve been inside shoes so many times I cannot count. But that specific first time got imprinted into my memory so deeply, I have shakes when I think about it even today. Yumi, my mom, gave me the feeling that she didn’t care about me at all, that she didn’t love me, and didn’t want me. It was so cruel, so unexpected and felt like the punishment was bigger than whatever thing I did wrong that I can’t remember. And those words: “You will learn.” That’s what she told me. I can still hear it. Today still, I wonder what I was supposed to learn that day.

Thing is, when we arrived home after all that walking, my mother decided to hand me over to my sister Aiko.

“Put her in your sock.” she said to her daughter. Aiko giggled. We were young, she didn’t know what she was doing and the consequences it would have on me forever. After a few manipulations, I ended falling into her white cotton sock and landed down onto the smelly toe section of it. I immediately gagged. It smelled like feet times 10. My sister then put on the sock, her giant bare toes coming down on me and embracing me. She wiggled them and made sure I was laying down under them sideways. She talked to me, but I cannot remember what she was saying. I know for one thing, that she made fun of me. Aiko walked in the house and ended playing video games in the living room with her portable game boy color thingy. She sat on the couch Indian style and I was plastered under her moist toes inside the white cotton sock, force to endure her foot smell while she was having fun.

It was humiliating to be tortured like this by my sister. While it wasn’t the first time, it was certainly the first time THAT small. And Aiko loved it. Goodness she loved every single moment she could torture me. She was having a blast making me smell her feet she sometimes would constantly repeat it every 5 minutes. “Smell my foot Karyn.” She would say. Like if I could do anything else. That specific day was one of the longest in my life. I thought things were about to be done when Aiko got up, but no, she went to the hallway and darkness started to fill the sock around me. She was putting her old sneakers on to go play outside. She squeezed me into the sneaker and the terrifying sound of her tying the laces made me panic. I struggled and tried to protest but Aiko finished tying the lace and stomped me like if I was a stupid ant. The smell got immediately stronger and the environment got warmer and sweatier. Aiko ran. She ran outside in the backyard, played whatever game with the neighbors, maybe it was tag, or maybe there was a ball in play I don’t know. All I know is that the pressure, the stomping and the intense smell and heat were too much for me to actually stay conscious. I passed out several times, only to wake up in the same hell every time, and passing out again.

When it was all over, my mom grew me back to my normal size and forced me to take a bath. I honestly must have needed it. Then, everything went back to normal like if nothing happened that day, but I cannot forget it. It haunts me.

All the time.