Stolen at the swimming pool

Author – Lovetoshoeswap

A few days had passed since I had swapped clothes with the stranger at the party and I gained a slightly worn pair of high top vans. It was a usual Friday and as is my custom I go to the local swimming pool for my exercise and I thought it would be a good idea to wear the vans. The pool was particularly busy this Friday which was unusual but it didn’t bother me too much. What did bother me was the group of loud and rowdy teens using the pool. I had hoped that they would leave shortly after I arrived but they stayed for a while (much to my annoyance). After my swim I went to leave and the group of teens followed me shortly afterwards. I was just about fully dressed I only had the shoes to put on when I heard one of the teens asking for his shoes. My guess is that one of his friends hid his shoes leaving him in his socks, I waited in my changing cubicle to see what would happen to the young lad and his friends said “why don’t you take them vans sticking out of that cubicle “. Before I could react the teen had grabbed the shoes and done a runner leaving me without any shoes. I was fuming but thought his shoes might be somewhere nearby. I looked high and low for them but to no avail so I had to leave the pool shoeless which annoyed me even more. Sadly I never seen the group after so I had managed to lose the pair of vans I swapped only a few days earlier.  Just my luck 2 pairs of shoes lost within a week.

The estate

Author – Peter and Sam

Sam advertised his new Vans skate shoes size 43 for sale on line and soon got a text message showing interest, a couple of pics were exchanged and the lad agreed to buy them if Sam would deliver them a price of £30 was agreed, we were not busy so agreed to take them round that evening. When the text came through with the address it was on a local council estate, somewhere we would not normally go but Sam needed the cash and said he would go asking if I would go with him, why not would not take more than a couple of hours there and back. We found the address and knocked the door,  The lad we were expecting answered the door and let us in, asking us to take off our shoes as we came in.  He tried the Vans on and they were a good fit so he was happy to buy them and – surprisingly – he never tried to barter us down. Sam put the three crisp £10 motes in his pocket and we said our goodbyes and left slipping our shoes on at the door, We set off to walk back the first half hour or so would be through the estate. As we rounded a corner we were met by a group of 5 or 6, all younger than us, and we were forced to stop, as we did so three more lads on bikes rode up behind us to block our exit. As the group were stood round us the lad we had we had sold the Vans to who was called Naz arrived grinning. One lad asked if we lived there and we obviously said no telling them the area in which we did live. Another lad asked if we had paid the tax to pass through – what tax we asked, whatever we decide it is, lets start with easy stuff phones watches cash. Sam handed over the £30 from his pocket along with his phone and the lad gave it to Naz, obviously the whole thing had been a set up from the start. I handed over my £20 cash and my watch as I did not have a phone with me. The youngest lad, Ben, was told to check our pockets which he did very eagerly both our hoodies and trackies, he found nothing else worth taking. Not much of a haul lads is it, Naz said we should hand over our trainers too to make it worth the trouble. Ben crouched down and took my white Classics leaving me standing there in white no show socks. Sam took off his own trainers and handed them to Ben leaving him in his white sports socks. That’s about it lads not much else worth having, a lad at the back started chanting socks socks socks and soon everyone joined in. Naz was laughing loudly but said he did not want our socks he wanted our hoodies, the chant changed and Ben’s help was engaged to assist us, I was wearing a t shirt under the hoodie but Sam had just thrown the hoodie on last minute so he was stripped to the waist. The chant of socks socks socks started again and this time we knew there was only one way out, we took our socks off and stood there barefoot. You had better run guys while you can and ringing in our ears as we ran was the chant losers losers losers. We sure were.

My Boot

Author – Billy

Today in school started off like any other school day. I was wearing a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and my brown cowboy boots. When I got to my first period class we had to do this packet that I had no idea how to do. I asked the girl Anna who sat across the table from me for help. She gladly gave me answers and the packet became very easy. Almost at the end of class Anna said I helped you a lot today I think I deserve something in return. She then said you could give me some answers for math but you will probably be wrong. She then glanced under the table and grabbed my right ankle. She then pulled off my right boot revealing my white Hanes sock with grey toes and heel and said your boot will do. The smell from my boot was going into the air. I then told her you can take something but not my boot. She then said sorry and walked up to the teacher and asked if she could go to her locker. The teacher said yes and she then walked out the of the class with my boot. She then came back a few minutes later without my boot. I then asked her there is my boot. She then said in my locker. I then asked for my boot back again but she said no sorry. Class was the over and I had no choice but to walk out with a boot and a sock. In the hallway everyone took notice that I was missing a boot. When I got to my next class everyone was staring at my socked foot. The teacher then asked me where is your shoe. I told him that I just lost it. He then shrugged his shoulders and then began to teach. After that class I had two more classes and I then went to lunch. When I sat down my friends asked me where my boot was. I just told them the truth that a girl stole it in exchange for science answers. They all laughed. I then took a glance at the bottom of my sock. I could immediately tell that there was some dirt on the bottom with even a few hairs. I tried to pat off my sock to keep it some what clean. The next 3 classes were rough with me missing a shoe. Everyone was always staring at my socked foot. Then finally the day was over. I then packed up my things and then went to Anna’s locker. I saw her putting my boot in her book bag to take home. When I approached her she said right away I’m not giving you your boot back. Then then just sighed and walked out of the school and got on the bus. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna get my boot back. Till then I’m stuck in one boot. I hope I get my boot back soon.

My friends

Author – Caroline

So one I went to a friends house and was wearing a white sweatshirt, black leggings, and some dirty white high top converses. When I got to my friends house we first went upstairs and got on our phones. Then after a little while my friend then suggested that we go and watch a movie. My friend pulled up some Netflix and put on a random movie. We then got some popcorn and started watching it in her room. About halfway through the movie my friend started untying my right high top converse. I asked what she was doing. She said that she was fixing my shoelace. I then said ok and then began watching the movie again. Then when my shoe was untied she the grabbed my ankle and pulled of my right high top revealing my white ankle sock. She then ran out of the room with it. She then came back to the room without my shoe. I asked her where is my shoe. She said you will get it back don’t worry. She then sat back down and began watching the movie again. I could hardly focus on the movie and just stared at my white sock on my right foot. At the end of the movie we went to sleep. In the morning we got up and got breakfast. After breakfast my friend said let’s go to the park. I said I need my shoe if we’re going to the park. She then said no you don’t come on Cinderella. I said fine and we walked to the park. When we got there I looked at the bottom of my sock and it was filthy. After a hour or two we headed back.  When we got back to her house it was almost time for me to go home. I then asked her for my shoe back and she said I’ll give it back later you don’t need it. I then said yea I kind of do. My mom then got there to pick me up and I was forced to leave with one shoe because we were in a hurry so I had no time to search for my shoe. My mom does not care that that I was missing a shoe. It was a good while after the sleepover before I got my shoe back. Ever since that day my friends take my shoe all the time. I will eventually get it back but sometimes it says before it get it back. I will admit it can be pretty fun getting your shoe stolen and walking around with one shoe and a sock. It’s become a daily thing of me getting my shoe stolen. But in the end it’s all good fun.

Out of character

Author – Sneaked666

Birthdays. Not a fan to be honest. It’s just a day, like any other, but ever so slightly more annoying. I hate being the centre of attention. I guess Birthdays at University were okay I suppose. University birthdays were an excuse to go out and get caned whatever night it was – not that we didn’t go out drinking most nights anyway.  It always felt better on Sundays; the bar shut earlier so you had to start earlier or drink quicker. Not that’s really a good thing. It kinda felt like a good thing at the time though. Sorry.

So yeah, it was my birthday. We had started right after lectures, pausing to grab some food, before ploughing on again. I guess I might have been what was traditionally called ‘ratted’. Caned. Soused. Legless. Mullered. Yeah we got one more in just before the bar shut. Had to finish that in 20 minutes, plus the half pint I had left. Things always seem a good idea at the time right? Like the time when I accidentally…

Oh, what sneakers was I wearing? Guess you didn’t what to know about the time when I accidentally… No, well okay, it wasn’t a great story anyway. I was wearing my DC Character. Limited edition I might add. That might explain why I was still wearing them even though they were beat. And I mean really beat.

Well that and the fact I had no money. The beer? Yeah money for that, but the soles were still attached and the lining, well, the lining was pretty much in one piece. If I keep telling myself that I might believe it. The leather was really creased though, and the creases had become darkened from the mud and grime of everyday life. My jeans weren’t much better – faded and with lots of holes. I guess they would be ‘on point’ right now.

But I’m talking too much about myself. I should get to know you better; your hopes and desires. Oh, you just want to know about my sneakers? Okay, maybe I’ll get to know you better another time. That would be nice.

We started walking back to the dorms. We went the indirect route by which I mean we took the direct route but not in a straight line. We were laughing and giggling in the warm summer evening wearing just tees. The earlier shower shower had left a faint sheen of moisture on the grass that gave it an otherworldly look as it bounced the photons of the harsh sodium lighting around.

“What the fu..!”

Maybe I should have been paying more attention to my friends rather than the grass. Or maybe they had decided that as I was so interested they would give me a closer look, and as they bundled me to the ground, that’s exactly what I had.

A nice lie down was probably just what I needed, although it would have been more peaceful without my mates piling in on top of me. I can’t say I was massively upset even when they started tickling me. Hands touching me all over, faces brushing past mine in the confusion. Other things brushing past other things in the chaos.

It was then, gasping for breath under the joint attack of four pairs of hands, I felt my sneakers being slipped off. That’s when I started saying ‘no’ a lot; my feet are the most ticklish part of my body. Unbearably so. My friends soon found this out from the merest touch on my white socked foot; I bucked so hard I threw one of my friendly assailants off. He was dazed for a second before the friend attacking my foot said ‘hold him down’. Two of them pushed my down flat into the damp grass while a third sat on my arse, holding my legs in an arm lock, pointing my feet skywards.

I could feel the ringleader’s fingers hovering over my feet as the wetness from the grass started to make my jeans damp. The wait was unbearable. Almost as unbearable when he started, on both feet. I buckled, squealed and drooled during the prolonged attack. Yes, you could say it was undignified. Not my best look for sure. Sadly not my worst…

“Okay we’re done!”

As soon as it had started it had stopped. I slowly pulled myself up, the front of my baggy jeans darker and pulled down slightly revealing my Quiksilver cotton boxers. My grey tee was similarly damp, but I was more taken by the strange smell in the air. They were all stood in front of me, grinning and laughing.

“Come on guys, where’s me shoes?” I said pathetically, half expecting my friend to be playing piggy in the middle with them seeing as we seemed to have regressed to eight year olds, but they just stood there.

It was about then I realised that the tickling was a distraction as they stepped aside to let me see my DC sneakers. My DC sneakers being consumed by flames! I went to get up in a vain attempt to save them but was quickly pushed back down again. The tongue was well alight and the laces had long since melted away. The toe box started to char and slowly twist upwards and the large DC logo on the side started to melt.

“They should have gone a long time ago – we thought this was the only safe option!”

“Aww guys, they’re the only pair I have.” I mumbled, a bit sad my favourite (only) sneakers were gone and wondering how I was going to afford a new pair.

“We know.”

That somehow made the betrayal worse.

“Can we tell him now?” They all agreed and one of them pulled a box from his rucksack and opened it. It was a brand new pair of Etnies Callicuts!

“Happy birthday dude! You really needed some new shoes so we got you some!”

The think my grin was probably from ear to ear. “Aww, best friends ever!” I slurred.

“Let’s go back to my dorm – I’ve got some lousy spirits!”

“Cool, can I have my Etnies please?” I giggled

“When we get to mine!”

And with that he closed the box and ran off across the grass to his dorm. I got up, cursing him, which is precisely when the remaining three friends reached into one of the holes in my jeans and pulled hard. The sound of shredding denim filled the air and I was thrown off my feet in a heap. They ran off whooping and laughing as I pulled myself up, admiring the dangling ragged remains of my Southpoles. My (ex) jeans were officially a health hazard for moving safely so I quickly shucked them off, before racing after them, my white socks getting wet on the grass.

Back at his dorm we did indeed drink suspect spirits and yes, we regretted it the next afternoon. The purveyor of the bargain booze said I could have a pair of his jeans but I couldn’t have them until I left. So I sat there in my boxers and tee wearing my new Etnies. Sockless of course; they were hanging over the back of a chair.

It was starting to get light when we finished talking and as the other three left I went to collect my new jeans. When we got to his room we were both exhausted; he kicked off his Adidas Samba and laid down on his bed, giggling. I sat down next to him and we chatted some more. It was that easy chat; the sort that requires no thought or effort.

When we awoke the next day we were spooning, and rather than awkwardly pulling apart at this unexpected turn of events we stayed there together. At first not moving, just making sure we were both awake I suppose. Finally, he pulled my arm over him and I didn’t complain. My new Etnies ended up in his room a lot more over the last week of term and the following year. I know, funny how things turn out isn’t it? Then it was the end of university and we were forced to go our separate ways, back to our home towns on opposite sides of the Country.

I sometimes wonder if he engineered the whole thing; a situation to remove my inhibitions, to get me out of character and into his bed. Not that it really matters, I’m glad he did.

But I gotta go, that’s his car now. It’s been really nice meeting you, we must do this again sometime. Maybe you can tell me one of your stories next time? I’d like that a lot.

My skate shoes stolen

Author – Jonathan

Well this story was supposed to have a happy ending, but unfortunately only the thief had a happy ending. It started with meeting another literal sneakerhead. You know the type that enjoys wearing other guys kicks. We met up and decided to hang out for the day. We met on the balcony of a local mall. I was wearing shorts and my Osiris NYC size 13 in trashed condition and he was wearing jeans and a pair of neon DCs sz 12 also in heavily used condition. Both of us were sockless. We decided to walk around the mall for a little bit, while checking out other guys in their kicks.

It was a nice hour or so before we decided to go eat at California kitchen. I had a Veggie pizza and soup while he ordered a pepperoni pizza and salad. We chatted for a while and got to really know each other.

We decided to leave out of Macys afterwards and took the escalator to the first floor and toward the exit. I inquired about us switching our kicks because I really wanted to put my feet in those DCs.

We switched kicks in my car, and while doing so the whole car stunk up that we had to open the windows.

afterwards we decided to drive over to an indoor mini golf course. You know the one that uses black light.

The DCs I had on were so radiant. It was awesome.

I saw this floor part that shined the same color of the kicks, so I took another picture there.

From that point on I knew I really wanted them. I had to find a way to be able to keep them.We decided to go out and grab a couple of drinks and after my 4th vodka and club soda I started to feel drowsy. He paid for my drinks and escorted me to my car. I am not sure what happened next because I must have passed out. I awoke to a note and barefoot.

Here is what the note said:
Hey John, I know you really wanted my DCs, however, I really wanted your Osiris. You passed out in your car and that was my chance to take both pairs. Don’t forget we did meet on a Steal my shoes story website. Ha-ha better luck next time.
Sincerely, the new owner of some sweet Osiris.
Well guess I learned my lesson and now I am an Osiris short…….

Vanishing Vans

Author – Roger

A very long day at work, having started with leaving home at 6am and by 8pm I was at last heading home on the bus, in this case a rattly old single decker. There were half a dozen people on the bus so I sat at the back where there was no one around. I kicked off my Vans stretched out and after a while I dozed off, eventually the rattling of the bus woke me up and a jerky stop woke me up fully, looking out of the window I realised to my dismay that I had passed my stop and I was in the next small town 2 miles from home .Looking round for my shoes I realised they had vanished, I looked under all the seats but there was no sign of them, someone must have crept up and stolen them. At the next bus stop I got up ran to the front of the bus and dived off before the driver could check my ticket, so there I was 2 miles from home in my socks. There were no shops open of course at this time there was little option but to walk. 2 miles does not sound too far its only 40 minutes or so normally but I have never had to do it without shoes on. At the start it was easy as I was at the side of a road with good footpaths but part way along the footpath ended so I was waking at the edge of the actual road which was much stonier and I had to watch out for glass in the road. A few people noticed I was in socks and beeped their horns adding to my lack of pleasure. By the time I got home there were holes in my dark grey socks and they were fit for the bin. Not a good day.