Sarah's Mom collecting laundry.
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The feet before you didnt quite resemble Sarahs, nor did they have the pale skin tone of Cassie. These feet looked more aged actually.

Suddenly, you heard the voice of a woman call out.

"Sarah! What have I told you about leaving your laundry on the floor?"

Your powers of deduction concluded that it was Sarahs mom towering above your smelly shelter, and it sounded like she was about to pick up the sock and dump into a laundry bin or, god forbid, the washing machine. You couldnt decide what to do. You had no idea how this woman would react if a tiny trespasser suddenly bolted out of the sock. If it were you, you'd probably think you were some kind of wacko with a fetish, or just a plain ol' intruder that is within the victims legal bounderies to kill as they see fit.

On the other hand, Sarah is a sweetheart. She had to have picked that 'shrinks are people too', mindset up somewhere. Maybe her mother was a safe bet? Maybe it would work out if you revealed yourself and explained what happened. Then you really wouldnt have to worry about that vicious bitch Cassie.

But that was alot of ifs. Ifs, that were out of your hands should you go through with them. Suddenly, the floor beneath you vanishes and the sock hangs vertical, as Sarahs mother plucks its hem between her fingers and lifts it and you off the bathroom floor, then begins to walk out into the hallway with it, causing you to drop down into the toe section of the sock, and sway back and forth with the motion of the womans arm!

You struggle to find purchase in such a chaotic place, with a broken foot, it was virtually impossible. All you could do was lean up against the wall of threads and hang on tight enough to keep yourself from being bounced around in here too much.

Suddenly, you hear Sarahs familiar voice. "Wait no!", she gasped.

Her mother turned around to see her daughter standing straight as an arrow with her hands cupped over her mouth. The look of shock on her face made her mother very confused, as it did Cassie who was standing behind her.

"Sarah? Whats wrong?", her mother asked.

Sarah looked from her mother to the sock in her hand atleast four times before finally calming her nerces enough to relax her posture and do her best impression of someone who didnt just overreact about a "totally unimportant sock".

"No... nothing! I just, uhm,... that sock... I was going to wear it out later so you dont need to put it in the laundry. I'll just take it"

Sarah watched her mothers brown eyes as they furrowed in disbelief.

"You're not taking this anywhere. Its filthy."

"No its not!"

"Sarah! Why are you acting so weird? Its a sock."

"Because its my sock and I dont want it washed!... Just give it back please!"

The two of them continued to argue while you were thinking on whether you should interupt or not. Your foot was really starting to throb as if it was ready to burst apart! You couldnt take much more of this torture. Perhaps it would be best to just let this woman know shes clutching onto a sock with a shrink girl inside it, and maybe see if she could stop being so expressive with her hands when she talks.



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June 3, 2023