Me In Your Story -Shoplifters-I.T. Guy

Author – Jimbo
I’m 25 and work in I.T. I had to visit a shop to fix their office PC. I decided to walk to the shop it wasn’t too far away. It was busy when I arrived, as I waited I noticed a shelf of shoes behind the counter. The thought of getting my shoes put on that shelf excited me. I introduced myself to Bart the shopkeeper. I asked about the shoes. “Our thieves leave shoeless and we display their footwear to deter others” he said. I replied enthusiasticly “Wow that’s an experience I’d be unsure about”. He sensed my keen curiosity “Give me your shoes” he said offering me the experience, albeit temporarily. I looked down at my tan brogues and could not resist his offer, I quickly took them off before changing my mind. Giving my shoes to a total stranger leaving me in socks in a public space was overwhelming. As he took my shoes a customer entered and I got embarrassed. I was treat no different to a shoplifter as he placed them on the shelf, “You can have them back tomorrow” he said. A flush of excitement and fear hit me, he was in control, he had my shoes and wasn’t giving them back. I was shoeless and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blushed as the customer looked me up and down in my suit and socked feet before leaving the store. Bart asked “Enjoying it?”. Nervously I replied “Yes but I need my shoes when I leave”. He said “No, no, no, you wanted the experience, you get them back tomorrow like anyone else”. The grin on his face just proved of his enjoyment of taking shoes from others.
Then he laughed “I’ll keep them until you fix my PC” he said. Breathing a sigh of relief I said “It’s a deal”.
I went to the office to fix his computer. Whilst working shoeless I soon realised I needed a part for the PC. I didn’t want to enter the busy shop in my socked feet but I needed Barts attention. My socks became damp as customers trod rain into the shop. I stared at the confiscated footwear, seeing my shoes amongst them gave me a bigger thrill than when I had first arrived. Eventually the shop emptied of customers. “Have you fixed my PC” asked Bart. I told him I needed my shoes so I can go get a part to fix it. A large grin appeared on his face as he looked down at my socked feet and said “The deal was I keep your shoes until you fix my PC”. I said “It’s raining”. He tapped the leather uppers of my confiscated shoes and said. “Now you’ll have the full experience of leaving without your shoes”.

School detention and my mom

Author – Neil

In our school – it seems like we are the only one, detentions are done without shoes. It doesn’t really matter too much, as a general rule detentions are done in the library, which is carpeted and has a good amount of chairs and beanbags etc.. Detention depends a bit on the teacher, it can be not bad, when the teacher lets read and turns a blind eye to talking, or it can be more strict, but it is far from the end of the world.
Problem is my mom. She’s a real toughy, and when i have detention she won’t let me wear my shoes at home either … so basically i am stuck for the evening …. no going out, playing ball etc …

On Wednesdays Mr. Parker takes detention. he is a really strict teacher, – in fact he is a bit of a beast – and he also teaches our class the last period.

One Wednesday recently my friends asked me if i want to join them in detention. A classmate called Jeremiah was in detention and Mr. Parker really had it in for him. The boys told me that last time Mr. parker had threatened to force him to wear a diaper ….

I was a bit embarrassed to tell my friends about my mom, so i went along with it, and we all stayed out after break for a quarter of an hour.
We entered the room together, and mr. parker was furious. “Go to your seats and put your feet on your desks now,” he yelled at us. [normally we don’t take our shoes till later]
He came over to my seat first, opened the velcro strap of each shoe and pulled off my shoe. I started swinging my feet down the side of the desk, so he walked back to my place and picked up my grey socked feet, banging them down on the wooden desk top. He put my shoes on his desk, and then proceeded to the other three boys and took off their shoes.
He went back to look at the register and saw that Jeremiah and a couple of other boys were also in detention. Jeremiah was first, with mr. parker opening his laces and pulling off his shoes. Then he picked up the poor kids socked foor and started yelling again, “I don’t believe it” and calling him all sorts of names. Poor kid. – He was wearing two pairs of socks. the teacher made him take them off, and then told him to keep his feet raised and not put them down directly on the desk. He confiscated another boys socks too – they were not solid black, grey blue or white – the school regualtions.
I couldn’t help not look around and giggle. David feet were really white, while Jeremiah’s where very very with pinky-red soles. a couple of boys laughed more openly only earning a shoe removal and detention. After he found another boy’s colorful socks he told everyone else to take off their shoes and stand at the back of the room in their socks – earning yet another two detentions.
Eventually one the barefoot boys asked if he can put his feet down. The teacher told him to take his chair to the back of the room, and then sit at his place as if he had a chair. Poor kid – i think that it was an even more painful position. Then he just told them to all stand at the back of the room.

when it came to detention, to my amazement i saw my step bro Ryan – his father is married to my mom, He is a really good kid, so i don’t know how he got there, But poor kid when he took off his shoes the toes and heel of his socks were green. I think anyone else would have ignored it, but Mr. parker told him to remove them and told him that he would have to go home without them.
Mr. Parker then announced that detention will be in gym, off we went to stand on the freezing cold floor with nothing to do.
Soon Mr. Parker told Jeremiah to bring him his schoolbag. Mr. Parker started rummaging inside, first he found a peanut butter sandwich, he started making fun of the poor kid, telling him that if he would eat his food he would behave better etc… then he found what he was looking for – jeremiah’s sneakers, which he promptly confiscated. I noticed poor Ryan’s face going white.

When detetnion was over we realised that the door from the gym to school was already locked. Great. Now we would have to go all the was round in our socks. Eventually we re entered the building and fetched our things from the library. Mr. parker told all the barefoot boys to leave thair footwear.

Ryen asked me about wearing his sneakers. i told him to walk down the block before he put them on.

Whenwe came homewe found my mum waiting in the car for us, she wanted us to go shopping with her. We got in the car, and dad was about to drive when mom stopped him, “one second” she said “i need your shoes, neil”
OMG, i couldn’t believe she would make me go shopping in socks.
With no choice i stretched out my feet to the front of the car, and she took off my shoes. Ryan followed suit – [told you that he’s a goody goody.]

Our first stop was the optician. I’m sure she noticed my grey socks but she didn;t say anything, Then we went to try on trousers. Here the sales lady started measuring us and poking around my feet, and she commented on our socks. Later we met a couple ofkids form school, and they snickered at us. all in all it was an embarassing and humiliating experience – And poor ryan still has another day ahead of him.

Update

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At the cinema

Author – Emil

Last Sunday, I was with my friend at a movie theater at the Avengers. Endgame”. I have to admit that I’m not a big fan of comics and movies based on them, but Marek won those tickets in a radio contest and his girlfriend couldn’t (or didn’t want to) go with him. Although I must admit that special effects are impressive. There were a lot of people in the cinema that day and there was a huge crowd in front of the box office. As we squeezed through the crowd to pick up our tickets, I stepped on something. It turned out that there was a green low-top converse on the floor, on the left foot, with the shoelace untied. It looked like someone had lost that shoe in a crowd of people, I was just wondering why he didn’t try to come back for it. I picked up the shoe from the floor and gave it to the cashier when he was giving us tickets. We had already moved towards the projection rooms when I saw a boy, maybe 13 years old, trying to go to the box office when two colleagues grabbed his hands, laughing and teasing him. Then I noticed that this boy was wearing only one green low-top converse. The right one. On his left foot he wore only an orange sock with black toes and heel. Probably his friends didn’t let him look for his shoe right after he lost it.

Pool Jordans

Author – Jonathan

So what is one of my favorite grabs? This is a question I was just asked. Was it my first pair? My first shoplifted pair? My most stressful pair? Well I will tell ya. It was the day I grabbed a pair of Jordans from an unsuspecting 20 year old by the pool at a job I worked at. Nothing beats working the pool deck and seeing guys in sneakers. Taking them off and going into the pool. Everyday I would try and find ways to make off with kicks. Of course without getting caught as I worked there. I was lucky twice. The first time it was two pairs of shoes, one Nike the other under armour. Socks were also inside them. Unfortunately I didn’t see who they belonged too and that may be a story for another time. There were days that guys would wear Nike shox, Jordans and I’ve even seen a few Yeezys laying around. One guy was sleeping in the lounge chair and I probably could have grabbed his yeezys but I decided not to risk it. Now for the Jordans….

So there I am working the pool deck in more ways than one when I spotted a shirt and a cell phone with a pair of shoes underneath the table. No one was around. It’s right smack in the middle of everyone so I could only admire from afar. It was also 4 in the afternoon and plenty of light. I went to take a break and at 630 pm I was back outside and the stuff was still there. Nightly pool activities were going on so I couldn’t do anything. I did however at this time see a guy come over, dry himself a little, look at the phone on the table. I knew that was all his stuff. This guy was in his early 20s, toned, light brown Hispanic guy. My heart sank cause I figured he was getting ready to leave… I was wrong because shortly later he went back into the pool. Now I know who it was so I could keep an eye on him. My shift ended at 8 and it was dark out at that time. I went back out to see if it was still there. He must of moved his shirt and phone closer to the edge of the pool but the shoes were still there. I eyed him throwing a football to two other guys in the water. It also started drizzling a little so the pool deck wasn’t too busy. I knew it was now or never so i grabbed a towel, quickly wrapped up the shoes and booked it to my car. As soon as I got in I opened up my prize, I was so stoked to find out it was a pair of Jordans in my size. Which is a sz 12. No socks included but I didn’t care. I ripped off my work kicks and placed his umm I meant to say my new Jordans onto my feet. You know once again especially if your staying in a hotel you should have flip-flops on not sneakers. This was a lesson for him. Lol

The next day my coworker asked me if I had heard what had happened the night before? I pretended to be clueless. he said that a guest had his shoes taken after the nightly activities. I questioned it and he said that when the guest got out of the pool at 11 which is closing time his Jordans were not where he had left them. Lost and found was checked and nothing. This guy was pissed. The hotel gave him a 20 dollar food vocher and one free night for the inconveniences. The next day I saw him again, this time eating at the pool bar. He had on no name brand shoes that looked like they were falling apart. He was talking with his friends at the table and I heard a few key words so I decided to listen in. Apparently the Jordans were the only pair he had brought with him and that he was actually wearing his friends shoes which was a half a size too small. He couldn’t understand why a guest would spend all this money to stay there only to steal his shoes. Lol guess I was in the clear since I wasn’t a guest. I finally decided to be really bold and approached him. Told him I overheard his conversation and sorry for his loss lol. What kind of shoes are they? So I can keep a lookout for them. He said Jordans. I then asked more about them such as condition etc. He said they are white and red and says Jordan on the tongue and that he had them for about 6 months. Ok if I see them I’ll get them to lost and found. Make sure to check on your last day on property.

.Do you think he ever got them back? Heck no lol they are on my feet as I’m writing this true story out. Here are the pics….. I hope you enjoyed 🙂 I know I sure did….

Stealing drunk lads shoes – the victim

Author – unlucky lad

Response to ‘Lovetoshoeswap’ story request.

I had gone to a party at an apartment on the other side of town with my best friend, it was his work colleague’s party. I just tagged along in my t-shirt, black skinny jeans with black vans on my feet. The party was pretty boring with crap music so the best thing to do was get drunk. There was a lot of girls to talk to but I got drunk fairly quickly and sat down before I fell down. The room started spinning as I closed my eyes. I must of fallen asleep. I eventually woke up, the music had been turned down and the room had fewer people in it. I looked at my watch, it was late. I stood up and realised I wasn’t wearing any shoes. “What the fuck” I said as i looked down at my white socked feet. I was unsteady as I searched for my shoes but couldn’t find them.
I couldn’t find my friend either, had he taken them as a prank? No he wouldn’t as back in school a bully took his shoes. After spending all day in socked feet he vowed never to let anyone be as humiliated as he was.
A pair of plimsolls lay on the floor, everyone else was wearing shoes, whoever had taken my Vans must of left them behind. They looked new but you could tell they where cheap but I had no choice but to put them on unless I wanted to walk home in my socks.
As I headed for the door I passed someone wearing black vans like mine but I was too drunk to question him over his footwear even though he was looking at my feet. I walked home wondering if the feet that had occupied these cheap shoes I was now wearing where feeling more comfortable in my worn Vans.
Had I just passed the thief wearing my shoes as I wore his? I wasn’t happy that my favourite shoes had been stolen.

Me in your stories

Author – lovetoshoeswap

Train Theif by shoelover

I was taking the train home one day when on came this guy wearing white socks jeans a t shirt and a pair of adidas ultra boost . as soon as i seen the shoes I knew i had to have them. after a while he started to play with his shoes which was something I enjoyed very much. After a while of watching I suggested to him that he should be careful where he leaves his shoes as someone may take them (which was what I was planning on doing)and he replied that no one ever does this. I decided to get closer and ask him a few questions about his socks and shoe size. when he told me he wore size 10 i knew they would be a bit too big for me as I wear size 9 shoes. as the train came to my stop I said my goodbyes and went to leave but as I did he slid his feet out of his shoes again so in the heat of the moment I grabbed them while he was looking the other way and left the train as quick as I could. I turned to see where he was and seen him standing at the door of the train knowing there was nothing he could do as he was shoe less. once I got home I slid my feet into his shoes with a great sense of delight as I was successful in getting what i wanted but also felt a little bad for leaving the guy without his shoes.

Gym Jordans

Author – Jonathan

Ever been to the gym and saw a nice pair of sneakers that you wanted to snatch. Or wish you could. Well that happened to me. I was in one of those crappy gyms that over charges and doesn’t offer much. It just happened to be my last week there when I saw this guy in the corner bench pressing. On his feet were a shiny pair of Jordans and I knew I had to somehow have them. I decided to use an elliptical near him, hoping to find a way to approach him about his Jordans. This never came to be. After almost two hours at the gym I was tired. I guess so was he as he picked up his towel and went into the bathroom which also is a changing area with lockers and three showers. I waited almost 10 minutes but he never came out so I decided to go Inside lo and behold his kicks were starting at me on the bench with his socks sticking out the side. This guy was in the shower. I didn’t have long so I grabbed them, wrapped them in a towel and stuffed it into my knapsack. I booked it the heck out of there and I haven’t been back. I mean it was my last week there anyway. BTW did I mention this place has zip, zero cameras or security, just an entrance key fob. Anyway, I immediately put them on when I got home and to this day I wear them when I can. Here is a sweet picture of them.

Me in your stories

Author – lovetoshoeswap

I took some inspiration from someone else who did this and so decided to give it a go myself, the story is library trouble by shoelover

I was studying in the library one day when a guy came in wearing a grey jumper and jeans with a pair of mint green Nike running shoes. Once I seen the shoes I decided that I had to get them somehow but wasn’t sure what was the best way to get them so I waited for a while to try and come up with a way. After a while he took his shoes off and left them under the table and went walking around the library so I seized the opportunity to grab the shoes while he wasn’t looking. After I got home I thought I should try on the shoes I stole from the library and to my delight they fitted perfectly on my feet so I wore them for the rest of the day and got lots of compliments on the shoes.

If you have any ideas on what stories you want me to do next or organise a shoe swap then feel free to email me on shoeswapper91@hotmail.com

Ted and the prefects

Author – Ted

My name is Ted, 16 years old, 6ft with blond hair. My looks make me more suited to the beach than school. I liked being casual, shorts, t-shirt, vans with white socks but at school I dressed correctly and smartly, trousers, blazer, white shirt with school tie and black brogues which where always polished.
My family circumstances changed and I had to move from a private school to the local school. It was a culture shock but I still kept my standards which reflected in my work and behaviour. It didn’t take long to get the respect of the teachers as my grades where good.
One lunchtime I spotted a boy getting picked on by an older pupil. I intervened as I don’t like bullying. The younger pupil ran away but caused me to have an altercation with the bully. We ended up fighting on the grass only to be stopped by a Prefect. His name was Steve, older than me but smartly dressed unlike most of the pupils here. I told him I had been defending a boy from this bully but as he had ran off I had no proof to defend my actions.
Both me and the bully called Henry where photographed by the Prefect who then ordered us to follow him inside the building. We entered an old gym hall. Inside was another Prefect named Ben, he was sitting on a desk with an empty box beside him. “Two newbies” he said. I asked why I was here. “You’re here to be punished for fighting” said the prefect called Steve. I again tried to explain but was told that there was no excuse for fighting. “All pupils brought here lose their lunchtime liberty” said Ben. Any disobedience means automatic detention.
“Take off your shoes” said Steve. “Why” said Henry. He didn’t like the explanation and said “You want to control us by taking our shoes, no fucking way”. He stormed out of the gym leaving me alone with the two Prefects. “He’ll regret what he’s done” said Ben who stared down at my feet. He again demanded my shoes, I wanted to follow Henry out the door, I was innocent but couldn’t prove it. I decided to just accept my punishment, losing my shoes and my freedom for an hour wasn’t too much of an hardship, was it? “Shoes, take them off” demanded Steve. The floor looked dirty so I stood on one leg like a Flamingo, unlaced my shiny black Brogue and removed it and handed it to Ben. I put my dark blue socked foot on the cold dirty floor and raised my other foot repeating my actions and handed over my right shoe. Holding both my shoes, Ben admired them and complimented my choice of footwear as they where the same as his and the other prefects shoes, smart polished black Brogues. The only difference was they still had theirs on their feet. Ben placed my shoes in the box on the desk and told me to sit down. I looked around the empty hall, there where no chairs. “Sit on the floor” said Ben. I told him I had not sat on a floor since I was a small kid and most certainly not sitting on this cold floor getting my trousers dirty. “They’ll match your muddy blazer” said Ben. My left arm was covered in mud and I had grass stains on my white shirt also, my pristine uniform was no more but I still refused the indignity of sitting on the dirty floor. “Obey the rules and sit” said Ben “Or you don’t get your shoes back”. Henry had been right, my shoes where now being held to ransom and I had allowed it to happen. I should of left with him, they have my shoes and there was nothing I could. I sat on the cold floor like a shoeless beggar. Steve left the room, I tried talking to Ben again pathetically begging him to give me back my shoes and letting me leave but he just kept telling me to shut up. Steve returned with two more boys, I watched as their shoes got confiscated, their black socks turning grey from the dusty floor. I felt even more humiliated, no difference between me ‘innocent’ and them ‘guilty’ we where all shoeless, which made us the same, like prisoners in a jail cell. After watching several more pupils arrive and have their shoes taken. I realised all the confiscated shoes had been placed in the box on top of my clean polished shoes. The bell rung and I watched everyone retrieve their shoes and leave, Ben refused to give me my shoes. Apparently I had been disobedient by not remaining silent and refusing to sit on the floor. “You can collect your shoes in detention” he said rather smugly. I felt colour drain from my face “I’ve never had detention before” I said. Then I realised not only was I getting detention but I was going to spend the afternoon shoeless “I can’t go to lessons without my shoes” I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve done nothing wrong” I pleaded. He just smiled and took away my shoes.
I walked along the corridor, students staring at my socked feet. In my few weeks at the school I had seen students walking shoeless in socks and thought ‘losers’ now here I was ‘the loser’ walking to class with shoeless feet. I arrived at my first lesson of the afternoon, I could see the look of disappointment on the teachers face. I quickly sat down wishing a hole would appear and swallow me. At 4pm I walked to the detention room my dark blue socks looked worn and dirty. I reached the door it was locked, I had to wait in the busy corridor shoeless, might aswell of had a sign above my head saying ‘bad boy’ as it was obvious why I was stood there in my socked feet. Other boys appeared and waited, all shoeless. The creator of my humiliation, Henry, was walking along the corridor. It pleased me to see he had no shoes on his feet. He stood next to me, he told me he wasn’t a bully and he was trying to stop the boy from bullying his younger brother. I had come along and intervened and he’d got angry. I was actually the instigator and not him I had been guilty all along. He felt as aggrieved as me in the Sin Bin and that’s why he left, unfortunately he was identified by his photo in an email. His teacher immediately confiscated his shoes in front of the whole class. I felt bad for the guy. I looked at my reflection in the window, muddy blazer, grassed stained shirt, dirty trousers and socks and my blond hair had been messed up since the lunchtime fight. From a smart well groomed pupil in the morning to scuffy shoeless tramp in the afternoon, my humility was complete. Henry and me became good friends getting up to mischief and spent many lunchtimes sitting on the sin bin floor shoeless.