Forgetting Amy (complete story)

Back in 1985, a woman was told by a fortuneteller in a fair that she would get twins and that she would lose one. When time came, the woman gave birth to twin girls and named them Amy and Catherine. Beautiful blonde girls grew up together in happiness until they reached age 8. The girls were always fighting each other for their parent’s attention and since they were twins they were always trying to be “the one” their mother loved the most. Each year, their mother would go to the local fair see the fortuneteller and would get the same answer: she would lose one of the twins. But that year, she decided to bring the girls so they could see the fortuneteller. The gypsy woman in her early 40’s named Esmeralda asked to see the girls alone, one by one. That is when things changed.

Esmeralda asked the two girls separately what their greatest wishes were. Amy said she would like her sister to leave her alone. On the other hand, Catherine said she would like to get rid of her sister. Esmeralda quickly chanted and cursed the two girls one by one without them knowing of the other’s curse, granting each of them their respective wishes with the forgotten magic she was empowered with.

From that point, Amy became invulnerable and Catherine was given the power to shrink Amy as soon as she would say “I hate you” to her sister. Esmeralda smiled and let the family go.

At the end of 1993, on a sunny afternoon, little Catherine screamed “I hate you” at Amy, and the little blonde girl shrank instantly to 1 inch tall. Surprised, Catherine walked up to the pile of clothes and found her tiny sister in complete shock. “Finally, my dream is coming true” Catherine thought and she raised her foot to crush her little sister. She gave Amy several stomps with her barefoot and, realizing Amy would not die, she put on some sneakers and continued to stomp on her sister. Amy was being pounded over and over again, feeling the pain, her body resisting each impact. She could only scream in fear and wish for this to be a nightmare.

After a few more minutes, Catherine found out she could not kill her sister whatever she would do. The only thing that crossed her mind was to hide her sister away forever. She picked up her tiny sister and told her “time to disappear”. She placed the little girl in a glass jar with a twist cap and went into the backyard. Amy could not believe what was happening. Her twin sister was digging a small hole into the ground with a kid’s shovel and when the hole was deep enough, she placed the jar inside. She then used her both feet to push dirt back in the hole, sealing Amy in her coffin, alive. Catherine then trampled the ground on top of the hole to make it even and even jumped on it to compact the earth and finally walked away in blissful happiness as she finally got rid of her annoying twin sister.

In a way, Amy’s wish was granted as Catherine literally left her alone and Catherine’s wish was granted as she was now the only of the two twins left.

Days passed, police never found the missing girl. The family was completely torn and destroyed. The twin’s father divorced and moved to another state leaving Catherine and her mother alone. Months passed and life went on like it usually does.

Buried in her hole, Amy could not die. She was invulnerable. She was left alone in the darkness for a year when light finally poured in. A shovel tip hit the jar and her glass prison was lifted out of the ground. Catherine never truly forgot about her sister and she decided one day she would check on her. She opened the jar and found her sister, alive inside. “You’re still alive in there?” asked Catherine to her twin sister who apparently did not age while she herself aged one year. She was now 9 years old. Amy could only cry of joy to finally see her sister again. “Get me out!” screamed Amy. “No.” said Catherine. She twisted the jar cap back on and placed the jar back in it’s hole. Catherine sealed her twins sister back in the ground, trampled the earth over her and walked away again.

Another year passed and it was now summer of 1995. Catherine could never get rid of the lingering thoughts about her own twin sister but she would never tell her secret to anyone. Life had been good without Amy and she was the only child of the family and she would get everything she would want. But deep inside she could not forget her sister and decided to dig her out again. When she did, poor Amy was still alive inside, her heart pounded so fast to finally see light again. She had no idea how many days had passed but it felt like forever. Catherine was now 10 years old and peered inside the jar at her tiny sister who seemed to still be 8 years old physically. She would not age.

“Please Catherine, get me out!” screamed Amy at her giant cruel sister. “No” replied Catherine. “Please, I beg you!” said Amy at her impassible sister looking down on her. “No, but I will give you something to be entertained.” With that, Catherine placed the jar on the ground and removed her sneakers and socks. She stuff her socks in the jar and sealed it thigh again. Amy screamed as her sister’s giant smelly and sweaty socks were pushed down on her taking most of her already small living space. Catherine placed the jar in the ground, and buried it again without mercy. She felt a tingling sensation. Making her sister suffer was making her happy.

Amy was stuck in the jar with her giantess sister’s socks for another complete year. Catherine grew up, and once each year she would dig out the jar, taunt her sister trapped inside, change the old socks for “fresh” ones reseal the jar and bury it back. Amy remained in her 8 years old tiny 1 inch tall body while her sister grow up and become a teenager. Each year, it almost felt like a blessing when Catherine would finally dig her out and she could see her beautiful twin sister again for a few minutes. Amy learned to live without any comfort, any social interaction, any light, with only her sister’s smelly socks for company. It almost became something she would look forward too during the long years inside her dark prison. Each year her sister’s socks would smell slightly different and it would change her prison’s state for a complete year.

Some years Catherine would ignore the little girl. Some other years she would talk to her a bit, telling her about the life above, how their father disappeared, how school was nice, how many friends Catherine had, and how much fun playing soccer would be. Then, she would cram her socks in the jar, seal it tight and bury it again.

In 1999, Catherine was 14 years old. She was a dashing beautiful blonde girl who looked cool, confident, and attracted guys. She was the best on her soccer team, she had good grades, a good life with her single mother. She had the perfect life while Amy her twin sister was still 8 years old looking, buried in the backyard with her sisters socks. 6 years had passed since Amy was left for dead by everyone except her cruel sister. Catherine was having a hard time entering teenage years with such a terrible secret. She really wanted to truly get rid of her sister but could not find the courage to do so. She decided to make her sister’s life even more miserable. Catherine came out in the backyard and dug out the jar. She took out her own socks and looked down at her sister. Amy was happy, smiling to see her beautiful sister like if she was looking at a goddess, an angel granting her a bit of light in her miserable life.

“Amy, this year I have a surprise for you! My soccer socks!” Catherine crammed her old worn and extremely smelly soccer socks she had just worn for a game into the jar. The long socks wouldn’t fit in but Catherine pushed harder and managed to twist the cap on the jar. Amy had no more space to move and felt all the darkness around her take place again. She could hear the all too familiar sound of earth being poured on the jar and the muffled sounds of her sister trampling the ground above her. Amy’s miserable life became even more terrible as she was stuck unable to truly move, with two giant soccer socks that smelled very powerful. To add to her predicament, Amy was left in there for more than 3 years without seeing light. She had completely abandoned hope and wished she was dead.

Catherine’s life was busy. She had almost forgot about her sister but nearing her 18th birthday in 2003, she decided she would get her sister out of her hole. She was now almost an adult and felt like she had to apologize to her sister for what she had done. She dug out the jar, and brought it to her room. She opened it and removed the soccer socks from inside. Amy was still there, unable to adjust to the bright light and her goddess looking sister.

“Did you have a good time with my soccer socks?” asked Catherine.

“Yes goddess”, said Amy as loud as she could. Catherine took a few seconds to think about what her sister just said. She did call her goddess. Amy understood she screwed her sister’s life forever. Her sister was a 1 inch tall 8 years old girl, who had never been in contact with anything else but her. Amy’s life revolved around the smell of her socks, and the thoughts of Catherine being the ultimate goddess, having full power over her. Catherine felt it was too late to make amends, too late to be sorry, too late to apologize and too late for things in Amy’s mind to change. She had barely no education, no sense of what the world had become. Catherine simply couldn’t bring her sister back into the world like this and thought for a moment that she could just bury her back and forget about her for good.

“I… I am sorry Amy, but I cannot release you. Look at me, I’m almost 18 now. I have a life. You will never know what life is, it’s too late!”

“Please! Goddess! Give me your socks!” screamed Amy from the bottom of her jar. Catherine looked at her feet. She was wearing platform chunky black shoes with white cotton socks and jeans that would scrap the ground at the heel’s base. She thought about something. 

“Amy, you like my socks?” she asked the tiny girl.

“Yes!” screamed Amy.

“I could place you inside my shoes maybe.” Catherine pondered. Amy’s eyes grew wide and her heart started to pound in great expectation. Was that finally freedom? Was Catherine thinking about freeing her from the jar? “I mean, you could be my own little foot slave and live in my shoes under my feet forever…”

Amy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It sounded like heaven.

“Would you like that?” asked Catherine.

“YES, please goddess, please!” screamed Amy. Catherine smirked at her idea.

“Okay then. But if you ever try to escape, I’ll put you back in the jar and bury you for another 5 years. I want you to obey everything I say, all the time. You will live inside my shoes all the time and you will not complain. I want you to shut up, no word, no sound. If you ever do anything that displeases me, you’re going back in your tomb, got it?”

Amy nodded in pure ecstasy while Catherine looked at her sister with disgust. “Whatever” she finally said while removing one of her black chunky shoes. She turned the jar upside down above it and Amy fell inside the shoe, rolling and tumbling down the heel slope. Catherine stood up and dig her socked foot inside her shoe, twisted her ankle until her foot would slip completely inside the shoe, pressing her sister under her socked toes. She wiggled them and stomped a few times on her sister and walked away, leaving Amy in pure heaven.

For now. 

Catherine wore Amy inside her shoes everywhere, all the time, no matter what she was doing. Over the course of 1 year, Amy has been crushed countless times, and without any care in the world while drooling in pure happiness. Being under her goddess sister was a blessing for her, and her young mind could not comprehend the world outside her sister’s footwear. The smell, different depending on the type of footwear, was omnipresent and Amy loved it from the bottom of her heart, so much that when it was time to switch her to another pair of shoes or boots, the short moment of fresh air felt like an aggressive odor to her, until stuffed back in the dark reassuring and protective confines of her now 18 years old sister Catherine.

Amy has been worn…

• … For casual life inside chunky loafers,      ballet flats, sneakers, pumps of various colors and styles, slippers and      high heels, ankle boots, knee high boots, some for fall and spring, others      with the insulated insides for winter. 
• … For activities such as jogging, in various      sneakers, for rollerblading (in Catherine’s pink and black rollerblades),      inside figure skates because Catherine enjoys figure skating, trekking in      the woods in Catherine’s hiking boots, skiing comfortably stuck inside      Catherine’s ski boots, soccer cleats when Catherine would play soccer with      her friends, and also inside Catherine’s ballet pointes, because Catherine      is also an amateur ballet dancer. 
• … For rare occasions inside weird footwear. An      example of this would be when Catherine and her friends decided to spend a      hot july day at the waterpark. Catherine didn’t want her captive sister to      ever leave the company of her feet so she wore wet shoes all day long,      trapping Amy under her toes, sometimes completely underwater in the wave      pool, or partially underwater when riding waterslides. Amy enjoyed that      day very much. Another example would be when Catherine went bowling. Amy      was stuck inside the rented bowling shoes that reeked hundreds of woman’s      feet as well as some of the cleaning sprays the staff used to neutralize      the odor (partially). Other rare occasions occurred in which Amy was stuck      inside uncommon footwear: snorkeling fins, rubber boots, and even some      other girl’s shoes and boots, when Catherine had fun shoe swapping. 
• And of course: clubbing. Catherine loved      nightclubs and Amy was danced on for hours every week, sometimes even 3      times a week in various high heels and other pairs of fancy shoes and      boots. 

Of course, almost all of the above include being worn either inside the footwear, inside sport socks of various materials, nylons, wool socks, causal socks, directly worn in shoe barefoot or other combinations depending on Catherine’s mood and fashion tastes. Amy, over one year, almost had seen it all, and loved it all. She cherished her life at her goddess’s feet.

Catherine rarely wore sandals, and kept her sister in her socks when she was sleeping.

However, when Catherine turned 19, Amy dared to say something to her sister as she was being transferred to a dirty well worn pair of sneakers. She waited for when she was the closest to her sister’s face and screamed: “I LOVE YOU SIS!”

Catherine laid eyes on Amy in her hand and frowned with deep concern. “What did you say?” she asked her tiny slave. Those were rare words she spoke to her sister as usually, Catherine would just dump her in her shoe and ignore her all the time. “I love you my goddess!”

Catherine looked furious. “I don’t want you to talk to me, idiot. You’re nothing to me and I hate you!” All of a sudden, Amy shrunk to merely half an inch tall, right there in Catherine’s hand. It happened so fast, Catherine didn’t understand until she remembered the Fortune teller and that those were the magic words to use to shrink her sister. Catherine couldn’t hold her laugh as she grinned and brought her hand closer to inspect the now minuscule sister in her palm.

“Oh wow, you’re so pathetic. Look at you, you’re barely bigger than a fucking ant.” Said Catherine. Amy drooled as the world around her, which was already big and hardly comprehensible, grew even larger. “This will be hard to keep track of your location now, you’re so small. I could easily lose you.” Said Catherine, thoughtful. “Anyway, I don’t have time for this now, I’ll think of something.” Catherine dumped her sister in the trashed sneaker and giggled half-entertained half disgusted as she saw her sister bounce on the ripped insole. Her facial expression changed from amused to uncaring, and she quite seriously said: “For now Amy, fuck you.” And she put her socked foot inside the dirty sneaker. “I almost can’t feel you!” she said as she stood up and walked away to whatever she had planned that day.

Amy on the other hand, was completely crushed, both mentally and physically. Her only salvation was to keep worshipping her goddess and cherish this glorious day, one more spent in her company, instead of inside a jar buried in the background.

It only lasted a few days as Catherine needed a way to keep her sister safe and was getting tired of trying to find the tiny girl inside her footwear. She came to the idea of using superglue on a insert insole and glue her sister on it. The glue acted like it was supposed to and Amy was stuck on the insole, just where Catherine’s toes would be and the insert insole was stuffed inside a knee high winter boot with a 3 inches chunky heel and platform.

Amy spent 5 winters in there without the insole ever been taken out of it. Each year, she would be walked on, danced on, during winter, either seeing her sister’s foot in socks or nylons crushing her for several hours. She would only hear and get an idea of the life outside the boot during the rest of the year, as the pair was being stored at the furthest deeper corner of Catherine’s wardrobe. Sometimes Amy could hear voices, see light pouring inside the long boot but she would not get any attention until the next winter, to her delight. After all the 5 years, The insert insole was now completely trashed, blackened by gunk, soaked by foot sweat, and Amy was still glued to it.

During that time, Catherine had moved out from her mother’s house was living in college dorms, studying law to become a lawyer. She was now 24 at the beginning of her career and remembered her sister. For the first time in years, she took the insert insole out of her old worn out winter boots she no longer wanted to wear and laughed hard when she saw Amy in there, still 8 years old in physical form, half an inch tall, secured by the glue.

“Tell me Amy, how is you life? Do you still like my feet?” asked Catherine.

“Yes, please wear me.” Said Amy, half dumb, half entranced by the astonishing beauty of her now adult sister she had not seen in years. Amy was more an object than a human now, and her brain had not been solicited for so many years, she barely had the capacity to use it to actually think. Her human nature was almost gone by that time.

“Those insoles are trashed Amy and you’re disgusting.” Said Catherine. She brought the object and used an exacto blade to remove Amy from the insole. “Do you still love me?” said Catherine. Amy nodded and kissed Catherine’s hand. Amy barely moved at all, she had lost most of her neural system’s capacity to move her own limbs. “Well I don’t. And you’re useless to me, you always have been. Everything I’ve done was to make you happy. I don’t have time for you, so you’re going inside my work pumps, and you’re going to live in there for as long as I can wear them.” Catherine decided to use superglue again to secure her sister’s tiny body inside a pair of black pumps, exactly where her toes would crush her all day long.

Catherine wore those shoes to work, to court, to dinners, when dating, for another 5 years, often with nylons, sometimes with her bare foot. Amy enjoyed those shoes as the wide opening would keep here tuned to more of her sister’s life as years passed by. When not worn, she could hear and try to understand. Catherine became an esteemed lawyer.

Then one day, upside down in a pile of other shoes, Amy, still stuck inside the worn out high heel pump heard something. Baby cries. Catherine became the mother of a beautiful little girl, as blonde as herself. Amy, stuck in the confines of the shoe, started to trash and scream. She wanted to see her niece, she wanted to be alive, she wanted to part of this miraculous event she wanted to see the baby, she wanted attention, and deep inside, rooted underneath years of abuse under her sister’s feet inside her footwear, Amy’s heart was pounding with adrenaline and anger. She had been crushed, trampled, worn, discarded, left for dead, forgotten, ignored, humiliated, tortured, even drowned, and she hated her curse, she wanted to either die right now, or live again.

A few months passed, Catherine was 30 and going back to work after months. She remembered her sister and wore the shoes to work to realize the tiny little lump in her shoe, the one she had forgotten about was moving, trashing, pounding. Catherine stomped her foot down many times to no avail, Amy was desperate to get her sister’s attention. The giant sister got mad when she arrived back home and removed her shoe, peeked inside, with a reluctant nose wrinkle, and she used the tip of an exacto blade to remove Amy from the insole of the high heel pump. She looked down at her tiny sister with a cruel expression, dead serious and unhappy at all. She brought her sister to the kitchen and grabbed a small empty plastic pill bottle and dumped her screaming sister inside. Amy screamed, tried to reason Catherine, but the giantess didn’t acknowledge her own sister, she screwed on the cap. Then she pondered and, feeling a bit magnanimous, she pierced tiny holes in the plastic bottle with a nail and hammer, shaking Amy’s world. Catherine walked down the stairs to the basement of her own house and opened a box filled with all her shoes she had ever worn and kept and dumped the plastic bottle with her sister inside, covering her with dozens of her old pairs of shoes. She closed the lid, secured it, and placed the box on the floor, under more boxes.

Amy would lie in there, with faint odors of the shoes all around her, in darkness, unable to touch them, and was forgotten again for years. The box was never opened. Catherine was living her life again, raising her child, and Amy was in torturous darkness and loneliness again, surrounded by objects she loved, but could not reach.

The box was only opened a decade later.

Light poured in timidly into the box. A hand was slowly moving shoes around and was looking for…for something. Amy was literally unable to comprehend that, finally, something around here was happening. In a matter of seconds, light was everywhere, and a blonde woman in her early 40’s was surrounded by light, and looking down upon the minuscule Amy. After all these years of being completely and voluntarily forgotten, finally, Amy could look up at her goddess, her tormentor, her alpha and omega. Amy could see her sister was now older and maturity was taking over. She reminded her of their mother, but also, of a complete stranger that in fact was the older version of what Amy would have become if she had not seen the gypsy fortune teller. But Amy, didn’t have enough wit anymore to only run this analysis, she could only see, and seeing her meant acknowledgement of her existence, which was enough to fill her with sheer joy.

“Hi Amy. Did you miss me?” said Catherine. Amy just nodded the best she could from the bottom of her plastic prison. As a matter of fact, the last decade rendered Amy closer to a mute, her ability to talk and formulate coherent thoughts was compromised. She could still speak, but it was harder. She could remember glimpses of her life, but every thought was leading to Catherine’s feet, their smell, their perfect shape, the power they had over her little existence. All of Amy’s life, excluding the 8 first years, was spent focused on her goddess sister’s feet and footwear. That’s all she had in what was left of her broken miserable mind.

“I was looking for my old pair of soccer cleats, when I was ten, I know they are in this box. I kept all my shoes, mom would let me.” Said Catherine just as if she had spoken to May the day before, suddenly focusing on the box’s content instead of her own sister. Holding the bottle in one hand and searching in the box with the other, Amy couldn’t believe that after all, her sister did not open the box to see her but to retrieve an old pair of shoes that probably had 30 years old. “Melany started playing soccer a few years ago. She’s a real pro. I told her I was a pro at her age and that I still got my soccer cleats from then. She wants to wear them this season, isn’t it cute?”  explained Catherine. She found the pair of shoes, the leather had flaked a bit, and they looked really old., the plastic cleats didn’t look good, worn out. Despite all the conservation efforts, items get old too, but not Amy. “Can you believe I wore women’s size 4 when I was 10 years old?” Catherine giggled. Amy was crying.

“What year now?” asked Amy.

“2025” said Catherine. “Oh look, my old school shoes!” said Catherine, visibly remembering some good old days. “I loved those shoes.” Amy kept crying. Catherine looked down at her tiny sister. She realized the girl in the pill bottle was her own sister and was still looking younger than her own daughter Melany. Catherine suddenly had a moment of confusion. “What have I done?” she said out loud. “I’ve been terrible. I forgot about you.” … Catherine pondered and frowned.

“I have an idea!” she suddenly said. She stood up holding the old soccer cleats and the pill bottle. She tilted the bottle over the soccer cleat’s opening and Amy fell inside. Catherine looked down inside the old shoe and spoke to Amy. “Want to meet your niece?”

Catherine brought the shoes up outside where her daughter was playing soccer with her dad in the backyard. Muffled discussions could be heard by Amy who was in complete confusion inside the old shoe.

“Yuck, they’re so old!” said a little high pitched girl’s voice.

“Try them!” said Catherine. Amy’s world rocked left and right and upward and down, she finally got to rest on the shoe’s insole looking at a giant socked foot, already soaked in sweat, coming down on her tiny frame. Soon, Amy was being crushed down and soaked in sweat while the laces were being tied over the massive crushing foot of her ten years old niece. Amy had been in soccer cleats before when Catherine kept her in all her shoes for a year. But she was delighted to be trampled by her niece while she would practice soccer with her father in the backyard of her rich lawyer sister. It didn’t last long, not long enough. Amy wanted this moment to stay forever, for time to stop. But it did not, time is the only real universal truth. It never stops.

Soon, the perfect little foot left, light poured in the shoe.

“They’re too old mommy!”

“It’s okay Melany.” Said Catherine to her daughter. Amy could hear those words, and it took her several seconds to understand that Catherine was already back in the basement, and was tilting the shoe to retrieve Amy.

“The shoes are too old! Sorry Amy.” Said Catherine, putting her sister back into the pill bottle.

“No, please!” screamed Amy to her sister.

“I am sorry.” Replied Catherine.

“Please!” said Amy again as loud as she could. She sensed Catherine hesitating. Her giantess sister looked unsure, pondering, she sighed.

“What do you want?” asked Catherine.

“In shoe.” Said Amy.

Catherine rolled her eyes. “I can’t keep you inside my shoes Amy. I mean, I was young and it’s ridiculous to have someone live inside my shoes.”

“Please.” Pleaded and begged Amy from the bottom of her pill bottle. Catherine sighed again. Catherine started thinking and finally after a minute, she bit her lower lips.

“I could put you inside my sneakers. The insole is removeable. Would you like that?”

Amy nodded quickly, smiling and praying.

“Okay well, only a few years. Then, we’ll see.” Catherine closed the lid on the bottle and put it in her pocket. She closed the box and pushed it back in the corner of her basement and brought Amy up to her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and removed her insole of her left sneaker/running shoe. It was already an old pair Catherine had worn for the last 2 years for her hogging and other activities with her family. Catherin dumped her little sister inside and looked down at the almost motionless tiny lump.

“I am not glueing you down this time. You don’t look like you can move yourself anyway….” Catherine removed the shoes she was currently wearing, some dirty keds and smiled one last time to her sister. “See you in two years. Oh, and, I don’t want to feel you, so don’t breathe too hard. ” She said, and then pushed back the removable insole over her sister not caring where she ended up rolling. She immediately put on the sneaker barefooted and laced it up. She put on the other shoes and went outside to play soccer with her family.

Finally, 2 years of heaven were about to start for Amy, already being crushed and pounded, squeezed between shoe materials in complete smelly darkness. Just the fact she knew who was standing on her was enough to occupy Amy’s mind entirely. She didn’t care about the pain, about the shaking, about the pounding, she only cared about that huge foot crushing her mercilessly without any care in the world.

Amy tried to breath so slow that Catherine wouldn’t feel the movements of her tiny minuscule chest going up and down. She furthered her descent into objectification.

Over the next 3 years, Catherine wore her sneakers during all seasons. She even jogged during winter. Jogging, running, playing sports, doing chores, gardening, walking around. The sneakers were Catherine’s favorite and she wore them on week-ends too, just because she knew her sister was inside. She wanted to crush her, to soak her in her sweat, she loved torturing her. Catherine realized she enjoyed the company of her sister inside her shoe more than she truly knew. She regretted not using her more during the past decades and felt like at least, after all, she owed her sister that much. She owed Amy her life and concluded it would be best to keep her in her shoes again.

Amy had lost her mind and ability to move. Amy had fallen into despair and her will to keep on living was next to inexistent. When she saw light pour in her world as the worn out trashed and dirty sweat filled insole was removed she didn’t even get all excited. At some point she even thought about it being only a dream. But it was Catherine. She was divorced now, and her 13 years old daughter Melany lived with her.

“Hey Amy.” Said the woman looking down at her sister who was more like a brainwashed zombie than an actual conscious being. “Hey footslave…come on wake up” said Catherine shaking the shoe. Amy just bumped the sides without any resistance. “How would you like to be in Melany’s school shoes this year?” asked Catherine. Amy became a bit livelier and looked up at her sister. “I’m not joking, I think I owe you at least a bit of fun right?” Catherine dumped Amy in a shoe that looked like a leather doc martens with laces. The insole had been taken off “Plus, she’ll never notice you. You know why?” asked Catherine. Amy did not respond but she feared.

“Because I hate you.” Said Catherine with a devilish grin. Amy immediately started to shrink quickly until she reached the incredible size of 1/16th of an inch. Catherine laughed peeking inside her daughter’s shoe. “Wow, I can still see you! You’re like…smaller than lint! You’re a speck. This is incredible after all those years I can still make your life even worse!” Catherine then applied a minuscule drop of Superglue on her sister and without a smile she inserted the leather insole above her sister, trapping her inside the shoe between the sole and the insole.

“If you can still hear me Amy, I’m going to do something I should have done way earlier in my life. I’ll forget about you completely. When Melany outgrows these shoes, or when they are too worn out for her to wear anymore, I’ll bury them. This is your final destination and your ultimate grave. Have fun with my daughter’s foot if you still can, I don’t care. I hope you drown in her footsweat, even if I know it’s not possible. I am tired of thinking about you all the time. I am done with remorse, done with you.”

Amy spent the next 3 years being roughed by Melany’s foot without her even knowing how much torture she was applying on her aunt. Melany went through her highschool years with a tiny human being inside her left shoe and she wore the shoes every single week day for long hours. The shoes got extensive use and Amy could see the light again when the insole above her detached and started to fold, twist, rip apart at the unending friction of Melany’s socks over the years. Melany loved those school shoes and kept wearing them with laces loose even during weekends. Amy was endlessly crushed by the beautiful cute feet of her niece.

Ironically, Amy was not meant to be buried again. On a hot summer day, 16 years old Melany was hanging out at the local fair with friends and they played truth or dare. Melany was dared to go see the fortuneteller named Esmeralda and Melany entered the tent. Melany had no money on her and felt bad for questioning the fortune teller and not having any money to pay her.  Esmeralda asked Melany what was her greatest wish.

“I wish I could be taller, even with heels I think I’m too small.” Said Melany. Esmeralda said, if you want your wish to be true, you need to let go of these shoes. I will accept them for payment.”

Melany left the fair trotting on her dirty bare feet. And became 6 feet tall later in life.

It is known as a firecamp story today but nobody really knows it , but it is believed in the Gypsy culture of our current decade of the 2040’s, that a very old and eternal fortuneteller named Esmeralda, who looks like she’s always been young, travels the world with a small human being inside her dirty shoes….. forever forgotten…

The end.