Look at the boots.

Intrigued by what he said about the boots, you decide to look them over. You quickly find a hidden pocket in the side of the left boot you imagine would be used by a stripper to hold her cash while working. Inside, you find an odd note.

“The magic of these boots will help you realize your true form. If a picture or description is placed within this pocket you shall become that which you desire for as long as you wear these boots. Be forewarned that if you wear these from sunrise to sunset or from sunset to sunrise they shall leave you to find their next owner and what ever form you wear shall be yours eternal.” Tucked within the note you also find a scrawled piece of paper describing a tall super model, goth style, with sexy little boobs, a bunch of sexy piercings, and a few tattoos, wearing a sexy black dress, long thigh high boots with towering heels, with blue eyes and jet black hair, apparently written some time ago by the look of the paper. Also the description goes on to detail the persons name ‘Cindy Anderson’ and a description of a purse containing a license, birth certificate, social security card for someone matching that description.

Wow, ok that is cool. Then just to see what happens, you slip the notes back into the pocket and put on the boots. As soon as you pull up the zipper on the second boot you change with a pop. Looking in the mirror you can see the description, while a little vague, is accurate. You are gorgeous and could easily work as a model. Looking around, you don’t see the purse. “In the box maybe ?” Heading back to the living room to check, sure enough, next to the box the boots came in is a cute little purse just as the note described it. You open it and see all the documents as described. Not wanting to infringe on someone else’s new life, and not knowing where they are or if you might bump into someone that knows them you decide you better come up with your own identity. You slip off the boots, as you pull your foot from the second boot, you snap back to yourself. “Wow. That was cool. Hmm… should have played with myself a bit.” With a smile you quickly grab a pen and paper and set to work writing your own description.