You are shaken by a sudden impact as Tina's foot slams into the bottom of her boot, then shudder again as she pushes her foot the rest of the way in. You soon find yourself wedged into the toe of her boot, just behind her big toe. The odor of Tina's sweaty feet, merely overwhelming before, is now omnipresent; you feel as if the stench is being absorbed into your body through your pores. Up against this smell, the aroma of the boy's locker room on a humid day pales by comparison. What's more, the heat poring off of Tina's skin feels like a sauna cranked up past the red line. You break out in a sweat, but your own perspiration is lost in the flood of moisture flowing over you from Tina's foot. Soon you are tasting her sweat in her mouth as well as smelling it in your nostrils, and you begin to wonder if you will ever breathe fresh air again--let alone feel clean again.
As you gasp for breath, still struggling against the nylon within the cramped, dark space, you hear the distant sound of a bell ringing, signalling that the next class is beginning. Your stomach suddenly feels like it has been dropped from the roof of a tall building; Tina is raising her foot to take a step! A moment later, your whole world shudders with the force of a head on collision between two freight trains, as Tina's boot strikes the floor; at the same time, her entire foot presses forward, compressing you between her toes and the insole of her boot. The impact is repeated again moments later, and again, and again, in rapid succession--Tina has short legs (relatively speaking, of course), and thus has to stride quickly to keep up with her friend. The continuous pounding, the heat, and the stagnant, sweat-tainted atmosphere soon take their toll, and you feel yourself losing consciousness. You finally pass out . . .
You awaken some time later, how long you have no way of knowing. Staring around yourself wildly, you discover that you are . . .
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