If you were going to wind up in that room, you might as well stay on the only adult there. If by some miracle you could get her attention, she might see you as human. While the giants continue to talk above you, you leap from the shoe down to the filthy carpet below. You watch as the instructor's toes grab the carpet fibers as they wiggle, pulling up bits of dusk and dirt in the process. You notice her smallest toe remains docile and quickly make your way towards it. As you get closer you cover your nose to avoid the growing presence of foot odor coming off the moving toes. with both hands you hoist yourself onto the smallest toe and glide up the toe nail onto the sweaty skin atop her foot. The conversation ends as Emily follows the instructor back into the room where the smell of feet has permeated the air. The instructor walks to the front of the room and begins taking attendance, this would be your only chance of establishing contact before they begin practice. Kneeling on the skin just above the vein, you bite down on the salty flesh as hard as you can. The foot erupts into chaos as it tries to dislodge whatever bit it. After a couple thrashes you are knocked loose and tumble onto the discolored, moist gym mat. You look up surprised you had gotten any reaction at all only to be met with a look of disgust on the instructor's face. She HAD seen you, but you were still just a bug in her mind.

"Gather round me class. I have a short lesson on tolerance..."

You watch in horror as dozens of girl's bare feet crowd around you blocking any exit, the combined smell of them grows thick and threatens to choke you out.

"Ewwwwww, is that a bug?" One of the girls asks.
"Miss Jones get that nasty thing away from your feet!" Another girl shouts. You can't believe it, first of all you are way cleaner than any of their feet, and secondly, how could they not tell your human??? You were still human shaped and proven to be big enough to notice!
"That's just it Sarah, we could tolerate this disgusting insect to be around us today, or we could do something about it. When you go into your tournaments this weekend, other girls are going to try and bully you just like this bug bit my foot. They'll think they have an advantage when it comes time to spar, but in reality, you've been prepared." With that last remark you watch stunned as Miss Jones's lifts her foot over you. Small specks of sweat, dust and skin cells rain down on you as you watch her dirty sole slowly descend.
"Now girls, what's the first thing we try and do during a spar?" The woman asked.
"Pin our opponent?" On of the girls answered. In that moment, the foot looming above you came crashing to the ground and crushed both your legs beneath it, the rest of your body lay trapped under the arch of her toes. You were in panic mode, doing whatever you could to get her off you, you pounded on the sweaty sole while being forced to inhale an unimaginable potency of foot odor beneath this woman's feet.
"Correct!" She exclaims. "Now what do we do next?"
"Stretch and pull!" One girl shouts. With that, the foot above you moves backward until her big toe is resting on your body save for your head. You can feel your chest caving in and your arms snapping into abnormal positions. You are beyond desperate and can think of nothing but to bite, lick, and kiss the toe above you. The taste is an unbearable concoction of grime, sweat, and dust but you don't stop.
"Correct again Jessica! Now how do we finish our fight?"
"Submission!" The class yells collectively. The woman lifts her foot back up and brings it back down through an expertly fashioned karate stomp, smothering what's left of you into oblivion beneath her heel. The girls all cheer and the instructor, ensuring you're good and stuck to her sole, walks your remains to the back of the room. Claiming to throw you in the trash, miss Jones is hit with a spark of cynicism and decides to instead peel you off her sole and walk towards the lockers hidden in a hallway behind the main room. Opening one at random, she spots the girls shoes and takes the out. "God, these are ripe!" The woman says covering her nose as she lowers you into the foul smelling shoe and covers the entrance with the girl's equally sweaty socks. Your last glimpse of consciousness was staring into the abyss of the shoe's entrance and knowing you'd forever be apart of some stranger's smelly shoes. With her tracks cover, Miss Jones returns to her class, glad to have thoroughly punished that bug...