Suddenly, Jake heard the sound of a revving engine and looked towards the street. A red sports car pulled over to the curb beside them and the passenger side window was rolled down. In the driver's seat was a girl Jake knew from school. Her name was Melissa and she was one of the cheerleaders. Normally, a long-haired blonde that liked to show off her assets with tiny tops and equally-tiny shorts or miniskirts. This Melissa was nothing like that. Her hair wasn't cut short, exactly, but had more of a shaggy boy look, mostly hidden by her backwards baseball cap. The rest of her? Baggy clothes. Nothing to show off her curves at all. And no jewelry or make-up to speak of. Frankly, she seemed a lot like a tomboy than anything else.
She smirked at them, nodding her head. "Lookin' good, boys."
Jake didn't like the way she was looking at them. At him. It was the way womanizing jerks looked at hot girls. Only this time, Jake was the hot girl, so to speak. Jake knew that Melissa only had one thing on her mind and that was getting into their pants, as strange as that sounded. He never thought that girls could ever be demeaning sexual predators. But in this upside down world ...
"You know, it's a long walk to the high school from here," she said. "How about I give you boys a lift, give your pretty feet a rest?"
"Actually, that sounds like a great idea. My feet are aching a bit," Paul said.
Well, they wouldn't if you weren't wearing heels! Jake yelled in his head.
"Of course ..." Melissa then said, frowning slightly. "... if I give you two cuties a ride, you'll have to do something for me."
"What do you mean?" Jake asked.
Paul groaned. "She means she wants us to lick her pussy, probably while she drives," he whispered to Jake.
Jake was shocked. But maybe he shouldn't have been. After all, the personalities of males and females had been flipped. It was perfectly normal for girls (like Melissa) to be sexist assholes who think about nothing but sex. But were all girls like this now? Jake really hoped not.
"So? How 'bout it?" Melissa asked, her left arm laying lazily across the steering wheel, her other arm stretched across the passenger seat, looking at both of them like they were pieces of meat.