You aren't willingly entering anyone's shoe but Victoria's! Just stand still...

Ruling out the idea of hopping into some random player's running shoe, you decide to just stand still and hope Victoria doesn't notice you. You are only an inch tall after all, and she's looking for shoes, not tinies! It's definitely possible that she'll miss... you... right?
Before you could even finish that thought, you found yourself face to tiny face with the perfect beauty you had thought to avoid. Her big, brown eyes were staring directly at you and her face wore an unreadable expression. Frozen in terror, you didn't dare move - this was the worst possible outcome!

"Hmm... a little man... in Camilla's locker... suspiciously near her shoes...?" Victoria whispered, both to you and herself. You tried shaking your head and shouting out, but as tiny as you were she couldn't hear you and chose not to acknowledge your head shaking. Suddenly, you found yourself pinched between Victoria's fingers as she picked you up and walked back the benches in the middle of the room. There, she gently placed you down on the floor beneath her - giving you an amazing view of her as she towered over you, thigh socks dominating your vision. Though at this distance, the stink in the air was beyond nauseating - Victoria's freshly worn, sweat-soaked stinkbombs she calls socks were already threatening to eradicate your mind!

"Now, Mr Tiny, I've decided to teach you a lesson. See, I'm the only sock princess on this team. I'm the girl people buy used socks from for thousands of reales. I'm the girl with the army of foot losers begging to sniff my feet after matches! Sure, Camilla is plenty cute, but when it comes to feet I'm the greatest! And I think you need to learn that~." Victoria explained, flexing her steamy socked toes above you. The smell was burning your nose, making your eyes water and weakening your very soul. It was beyond powerful. Like years-old ultra-mature cheddar cheese mixed with a massive dose of vinegar and topped with burnt popcorn. Just standing six inches or so away as you were while she wiggled her toes was frying your brain.

Just then, everything went dark. Well, not totally dark - dark with a pinkish hue. Your nose ached as more and more poisonous stench flooded into it. Your entire body became soaked in sweat, and not yours, as Victoria carefully stepped on you with her right foot. She wedged your tiny body between her toes and sole, allowing her sock to totally envelop you. The smell was easily ten times stronger in direct contact, and your mind was rapidly coming undone at the edges. Such a raw stench! Why did you ever think you could handle it?! Victoria was the goddess of stinky feet, and you were a mere acolyte of enjoying them! It was such a mismatch in power!
"Normally I'd charge for this, but since you clearly need some re-education, I figured I'd give you a two minute does of my wonderful socked feet for free~! Aren't you lucky?" Victoria teased, flexing her toes on top of you and almost drowning you in sweat. Two minutes?! In barely twenty seconds your body had ceased to respond to your commands to resist her. Within thirty your mind was a hazy labryinth of stinky socks. At forty seconds you had given up all hope. You gleefully drank down the toxic aroma even as it ended your life. Victoria deserved that much at least. She was no sock princess - no, she was a sock goddess!

"I wonder if he's been properly attuned to my divine scent, hehe~" your goddess pondered after two minutes, finally lifting her foot up. There you lay, dead by her stench. A smile on your face, true, but dead nonetheless. Victoria merely shrugged.
"What a weak tiny, my socks don't even stink that bad today. Oh well."
With that, she picked you up and tossed you inside her soccer shoe. Your destiny was to become part of your killer's insole, like the foot loser you are.