Jon was over thinking his situation. He was a ballet shoe. A piece of girls' footwear inside of a girls backpack. How did he let it get this far. He was going to be used quite a lot this week, and this was only the first week of his two month predicament.
The backpack was left open a bit this time. It was still dark inside the back, but he got used to the light and could see the other ballet shoe next to him. Very pink with a large opening for the foot. "Size 4" he could read inside. He could not look into his inside part, but he knew he was exactly the same except that he was for the opposite foot. He tried to concentrate on his body. On how it feels. He could feel the edges the elastic part that holds on to the foot. The sole, the toe section, the heel section. He was nothing other that a shoe. With one task; to support the girls foot while she was doing ballet. There was nothing he could do about it that to hope the week was over soon.
Then he heard footsteps. The bag was zipped open wider and some things are put into the bag. It was a clean leotard with skirt, and white tights. They smelled quite nice. Jon caught himself thinking a slight moment jealous about the other clothes that they were washed, but he wasn't. "Come on Jon" he thought, keep it together. He wondered if Karyn would visit him in this form. Then I remembered he was now in Europe, so she would probably not be there. Not that she could help. He was in use by Rachel already.
The bag was closed and lifted. Rachel was taking him for another session.
From the girls back he was put into the trunk of a car. After a while he was picked up again until he was dropped. He hear a lot of girls around. He recognised some. "This must be Rachel's ballet group. The girls were talking about practise, but also about girls stuff like boys when he was taken out of the bag with the other clothes. He could look around. This was going to be a practise session with the group. He looked up. Rachel was pulling up the white tights on her legs. Then she put on the leotard. He could easily fall in love with her, but then he shock back to reality as she reached down. She grabbed the other shoe. Rachel sat down and put her feet in the shoe. She reached down again, and he knew it was his turn again. She lifted up her leg while she hold Jon and put her foot inside. Jon feels his mouth fill up again. She pulls the heel part of the shoe up and her foot lock in place. Jon feels her hand let go, but holds on tightly to the shoe. He hopes he could somehow fall off, but that is hopeless as his body is designed for this.
The taste of the clean tights is short lived as the taste of her foot comes through. She stands up. It doesn't hurt, but Jon can feel the pressure. Looking upward he sees the long tighted white leg raising from him. It ends where the pink leotard with skirt starts. The other girls seem to be finished as well. All in the same outfit. As they gather at the door for the practice, Jon sees the other ballet boots. It hits him. He is nothing more than them.
The door opens. The ballet instructor and coach of the team opens the door.
"Okay girls, follow me", she said.
Rachel and the girls follow her into a large dance room. The floor is wooden and there is a mirrored wall,
"Today is the final repetition before the competition tomorrow. We will rehearse the show, but before that lets start with a warming up...
