James looked over at his petite bombshell friend Andrew and had a delicious thought. "Doesn't football practice end around now?" James asked.
Andrew nodded, as a smile started to form on his face. "Why yes James, it does, doesn't it?" Andrew replied to his leggy, brunette goddess of a best friend.
James and Andrew hated three of the guys on the freshman football team. They were dicks who constantly picked on the two friends, despite having been close to them in elementary school. What James and Andrew had in mind was some good old-fashioned revenge.
Sneaking upstairs, as they'd wished their male selves wouldn't be missed and these dolled-out babes were total strangers to James' family, when they got to the driveway they wished for a slick sports car. James hopped in the drivers seat, confident of his ability though he was only 14 and had just driven with his dad and mom a few times. He didn't even think to wish for the ability.
Somehow, they safely made it to the school's turf field, where they say their three targets walking off the field together. Their revenge is...
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