part 3

As the rain pours outside the complex, Carden seems to have trouble breathing. She feels a familiar sense that made her act strangely. Her expression contracts, sensing the same arousing experience while sleeping. Carden jerks a bit, trying to prevent this sensitivity, especially at her feet, but instead, she feels hot and seduced, causing her to gasp. Biting her lip as she tries to control herself, she grips her bed sheets, but it’s too much. The sudden change of her heart urges her to fully embrace it, and she can’t resist. She lets out small moans as her face blushes red. Her body heats, flustering at its climax until her feet numbs. Her mind blurred by so much satisfaction it completely put her out, even though she’s asleep.

“Ahhhhh ahh…”, Carden screams. The room brightened by the clouded sun, she felt a bit of sweat in her body which immediately checked her feet under the sheets but with no surprise. They seemed normal and felt normal as she touched them and kept rubbing, hoping it was true during her sleep.

“This is foolery. What am I even thinking… it’s just a dream. Gosh, I can’t even remember what happened but it’s over my intentions. Im just delusional,” as she spoke herself in a friendly manner, implying that it’s all just in her head.

Turning off her vibrating alarm, she got out of her bed, stepping on the wooden floor where her feet absorb the cold tiles, waiting for something to happen but nothing; just an ordinary morning.

Carden at that point ignore her attention of her feet as she went to the restroom and cleaned herself. It took a moment as she now focuses on her day.

As an orderly person, she folded her bedsheets checked her phone her serving schedule, were today she’ll serve in the afternoon to evening. Also by checking the weather, which of course, will precipitate and thunder.

Curious, she checked outside her window and saw that it was partly cloudy, firming a hint to dress up a rainy day outfit. As she opened her closet & clipping her bra and wore new panties, she grabbed a pair of nylon thighs, again a different pair of black, but as she began setting it to her right foot, it jerked and swiftly moved away from the nylons.

“Wahh.. what.” A brief silence. Yea it’s just myself being myself.

She tried again, but same result. “Dammit what is wrong with you. I mean… ME!!! c’mon why is it avoiding it!” frustrated as if this was a prank.

She lowers her nylons, which her foot lowers its guard. Her mind snapped. Is it because my foot doesn’t want to wear it? “no no no no no, they can’t be alive. Such a dumb reason for me to believe that,” She chuckled.

Carden throws her nylons to the drawer, grabbing a different pair, white ankle socks. She began setting it again, where she felt a slight victory allowing herself to slip on the sock-

In an instant her foot twitched and squirmed, managing to slip off the sock as it pushed her arm out, catching Carden off guard, falling backwards.

“Ow, my back,” Carden expresses her pain. “What’s happening, swear I’m getting tired of-,” In a sudden drop, she gasps, viewing her right foot reaching over one of her drawers and grabbing a pair of see-through black low-cut socks as it gently closes the drawer.

In detail of how her slender delicate feet grabbed her socks by its big toe and upper, she now views her left foot reaching over and unfolding the socks; as if helping.

Speechless, unable to move her hands at the scenery, both of her feet gently helped one slip on the sock as it did the opposite which Carden felt the fabric covering both her feet. It blushed her but threw her feeling as she defended, throwing her arms up, shielding herself as she squeezed her eyes, expecting something afterwards.

What was that! what was that! I Don’t get it, what is going on. My feet are acting by themselves!!! It feels so… please. What’s going on??!!

Carden slowly opened her eyes, “huh eh?,” seeing both of her feet pampering at each other. In specific, her left foot sliding at her right one with a ease gentle massage as it splayed to fully grasp the arch of her right foot. Carden felt the fabric’s friction, warming her right foot but still frightened, Carden slowly sat.

As Carden sat up, noticing she couldn’t control her feet, she reached over with her index finger, trembling to touch them but in an instant her feet went numb and dropped to the floor. ‘thud!’

Retracting her finger instantly, she heard a faint giggle, “What was that?” she whispered as she was able to move her feet with ease and stood up looking around as she’s not being pranked by this occurrence.

In her perspective, she looked down to her feet, realizing that it chosen itself a pair of socks. “My feet chose this pair, is this a phenomenon? A Curse?,” I don’t even feel like slipping off my socks or doing anything. Its better if I just ignore it.

The thought of her feet having a ‘life of their own’ kept bothering her mind as she dressed herself a pair of black ankle pants (since nylons thighs is quote on quote ‘unliked by her feet’) and a gray Choe sweater.

Either way, she hardly couldn’t forget what just happened.

[More than half an hour has passed]

Calmed while cooking her breakfast, her feet felt more sensitive, but reflected that it must be her own delusion. With a delicious meal of scramble eggs with chives and for the sides, slices of bacon and toasted bread, she sat at the table enjoying her meal. (She wasn’t able to shop for a couple days as this is the only breakfast she could create)

She watched her phone while eating as she felt something underneath which interrupted her moment.

‘sighing’, Carden looked down from the table to her feet, stared at her toes as it adjusted the fabric of the sock as both her feet snuggle each other for warmth. Carden again, sighed. “Thats for choosing that pair,” she whispered herself.

“You love staring at us, why’s that?” A sudden feminine voice can be heard. Carden twitched as she stood up ignoring that comment as a deaf person.

I am delusional! I am delusional! Carmen screamed her mind.

She didn’t give a slight look at her feet while washing her plate but worsen when she felt the same tingles; deepening her emotions. Carden blushed a bit as if her left foot gently rub her right ankle but Carden firm her stand managing to stop this nonsense.

“I’m just that delusional.” She thought.