Riley enters her home talking on her cell phone to a friend.

“Remember those shoes we saw the other day? Yeah, those crazy expensive ones….. Pay for them?? Hell no, that stupid clerk wasn’t paying attention, so I took them.”

Riley laughs at the thought of paying for the shoes.

“Bimbo should do her job better”

She sits on the couch, takes the shoes out of purse, and tries them on.

“They fit okay. A little loose, but not like I’ll be dancing in them or anything….”

(laughing) “Yeah right, you know I hate dancing. I do just fine without looking like one of those trashy girls, twerking like some stripper.”

The phone beeps with another call, it’s an anonymous caller.

“Hold on, I have another call….”

“Hello?…..who is this?”

” Shoes?”

Riley pauses and looks confused

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She quickly hangs up and switches back to her friend

“That was so weird. I just got an anonymous call from a woman, saying she knows about the shoes….How would she have my number?”

Suddenly, the phone beeps again. Riley checks the caller and sighs.

“Hold on, I have another call”

She switches to the other call

“Hello?”

“What? Whoever you are, I don’t know how you got my number, but leave me alone!”

Riley hangs up and switches back to her friend, still on the other line.

“It was that woman again.”

“I don’t know, she said something about paying for these shoes.”

“Get rid of these shoes? Are you crazy?”

“What is that dumb bitch going to do?”

Riley considers it for a moment.

“Maybe you’re right. She did get my phone number. Maybe she hired some PI or something. I’ll just throw the shoes away, and get rid of the evidence.”

Riley goes to take off shoes, but the shoes are stuck. She is confused.

“That’s weird. Now the shoes are tight. It’s like they’re stuck.”

“Yeah, they were loose just a moment ago.”

” I don’t know. But I’m going to let you go and get rid of these shoes.”

“Okay, talk to you later. Bye”

Riley hangs up and continues trying to take the shoes off, but continues to fail, and starts to get frustrated.

“What the hell is going on?”

The phone rings.

“Now what?!”

She answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Shoe problems? Bitch, if you…”

She pauses when getting interrupted by the caller

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care, but I’m not going to pay you for anything, so leave me alone!!”

Riley calls her friend back and tells her about the second call.

“That woman was crazy. Demanding I pay for the shoes.”

“What the hell can she do anyways? She can’t prove I did anything.”

She pauses, shakes head dismissively and then says in a mocking tone: ’I’m sure it’ll all twerk out’.

(laughing) “What does that even mean? I don’t know what I’m going to do about these shoes.”

Riley calls out to a Siri device

“Home assistant, play relaxing music.”

Relaxing music starts playing. After a moment, the music switches to dance style music for about 5 seconds, then back to relaxing music.

“What was that? …weird”

After another 15-30 seconds of relaxing music, it changes back to the dance music

“What is going on? Is my home assistant glitching? pause What…my legs feel funny?”

All of sudden, Riley’s lower body starts to move with a mind of its’ own, getting her off of the couch and forcing her lower body to start dancing and twerking.

“What is going on?! I’m not doing this. I can’t stop!”

Riley uses her arms to try and stop her lower body, but with no success

“What the hell!? Home assistant, stop music!”

When the music stops, Riley has control of her lower body again. She collapses on the couch, exhausted and embarrassed

“What the hell was that?!”

Riley’s eyes go wide

“The shoes! That bitch said it would all ‘twerk out’. I need to get these shoes off.”

Riley starts frantically trying to take off the shoes, but with no success. Then the dance music starts to play again.

“Oh no…what’s going on?”

Riley’s lower body once again starts to dance/twerk

“Not again. Home assistant, stop music…. home assistant…STOP MUSIC”

The music keeps playing, and Riley’s lower body keeps dancing

“This is so humiliating. I HATE to dance. Especially twerking!”

Her lower body starts to transform. She’s suddenly in her bimbo skirt (still in original casual shirt) Her butt starts to get bigger.

“Oh. My. God. Look at my butt. It’s huge!! What am I wearing?! What is going on?”

Riley’s dialogue continues with her expressing how embarrassed she is, how much she hates dancing, and how she wants to stop.

After a couple of minutes, Riley’s transformation continues. Her boobs are bigger, butt is growing in size, she now has red lips and a bimbo shirt on. She’s becoming the thing she despises – sluts!

“Oh my God…this isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. I look like one of those club girls I hate so much!”

Riley’s dialogue continues with her describing how she looks, expressing how embarrassed she is, how much she hates dancing, and how she wants to stop.

“I need to call for help.”

Riley can’t stop dancing, but she is able to reach her phone. Riley tries to use her phone to call for help, but her phone won’t work.

“Why can’t I call for help?!”

Just then her phones rings

“Thank God!”

She answers the phone.

“Hello, I need help! What??”

Riley recognizes that it’s the woman from the store

“How did you do this to me?? Make it stop!!”

“Payment? I’ll pay you whatever, just PLEASE, make it stop!”

“What do you mean you have a different payment in mind? What does that mean?!”

Riley’s body start to dance her out of her home

“No! NO! Please, don’t make me go!”

Riley tries to grab something to stop her body from exiting her house, but with no success.

“Come on, I’m sure we can work it out!!”

Riley is dragged off by an unseen force.