Ever since you caught the shrinking virus, your life has gone downhill. You got fired from your job, your wife divorced you and took everything and went with another man. It was just a shit show. And on Christmas, while your wife was enjoying a nice warm house with her new man, you were trying to find a place to crash.

You settled on an apartment and snuck in. It didn't look like someone was home. You found the bedroom and went under the bed's covers, snuggling in them.

Then you felt shifting, and the covers were lifted off you. In front of you were two giant feet, wearing fuzzy Christmas socks. Behind was a surprised woman; she looked like she'd been crying.

"W-who are you?" You explained your situation to her, and she sympathized with you.

"Yeah, I'm kinda going through the same thing. My sniffle boyfriend broke up with me... so I'm spending Christmas alone..." You compliment her socks, and she giggles, her mood brightening slightly.

"Actually... it wouldn't be so bad having you around for a bit. Two lonely people on a cold Christmas Eve... if you'd like... you can pamper my feet. Do you want me to keep my socks on, or do you want me to go barefoot?"