Suffering for Style
Jenny picked up the black boot from the display shelf and turned it over. Size eight. Too small. She sighed. They were always too small
"I see you're interested in our 'Abattoir' boot," said a voice from behind her. Jenny turned to find a tiny-footed blonde woman smiling at her.
"They're beautiful," Jenny said, looking back to the boot. "Do they come in any larger sizes?"
"Larger?" asked the saleswoman. "No, I'm afraid not. What size do you take?"
"Ten," lied Jenny.
"Oh," said the saleswoman, "you'll be fine, then."
"What?" said Jenny.
"The sizing on the Abattoirs is a little different, because of their special features," the saleswoman said, reaching for the boot. "On this boot, eight is the minimum. Anything up to eleven should work with this."
"Really?" asked Jenny, perking up.
"The inner lining and sole of the boot has cutting edge reductive waffling to ease the insertion of a larger foot," the saleswoman said, pulling the boot open to expose numerous edged metal scales mounted to the otherwise soft interior.
"It doesn't look very comfortable," said Jenny.
"They do take some getting used to," said the saleswoman, holding the boot up to gleam in the light, "but after the breaking-in period, not only will they be more comfortable, but you'll be a genuine size eight!"
"I will?" said Jenny, brightening.
"Yes indeed," said the saleswoman. "It's all part of the GrateFeet™ foot reconditioning system."
"So what's the catch?" Jenny asked.
"No catch," said the saleswoman. "You'll need to clean out the scrape gutters and drain the ichor reservoir a lot at first, but that's it."
Jenny looked at the boots, then down at her tennis shoes. Those ugly, overlarge tennis shoes.
"Do you have any size sevens?" she asked.
Jenny picked up the black boot from the display shelf and turned it over. Size eight. Too small. She sighed. They were always too small
"I see you're interested in our 'Abattoir' boot," said a voice from behind her. Jenny turned to find a tiny-footed blonde woman smiling at her.
"They're beautiful," Jenny said, looking back to the boot. "Do they come in any larger sizes?"
"Larger?" asked the saleswoman. "No, I'm afraid not. What size do you take?"
"Ten," lied Jenny.
"Oh," said the saleswoman, "you'll be fine, then."
"What?" said Jenny.
"The sizing on the Abattoirs is a little different, because of their special features," the saleswoman said, reaching for the boot. "On this boot, eight is the minimum. Anything up to eleven should work with this."
"Really?" asked Jenny, perking up.
"The inner lining and sole of the boot has cutting edge reductive waffling to ease the insertion of a larger foot," the saleswoman said, pulling the boot open to expose numerous edged metal scales mounted to the otherwise soft interior.
"It doesn't look very comfortable," said Jenny.
"They do take some getting used to," said the saleswoman, holding the boot up to gleam in the light, "but after the breaking-in period, not only will they be more comfortable, but you'll be a genuine size eight!"
"I will?" said Jenny, brightening.
"Yes indeed," said the saleswoman. "It's all part of the GrateFeet™ foot reconditioning system."
"So what's the catch?" Jenny asked.
"No catch," said the saleswoman. "You'll need to clean out the scrape gutters and drain the ichor reservoir a lot at first, but that's it."
Jenny looked at the boots, then down at her tennis shoes. Those ugly, overlarge tennis shoes.
"Do you have any size sevens?" she asked.
