Rachel and Kim started to put their clothes back on. It was at this moment that I realized I only had female clothes with me. So I wished that those clothes would vanish and that I would be fully dressed in the same clothes I had been wearing earlier today.
When Rachel and Kim saw that I was fully dressed already, they both just laughed and said, "Why didn't we think of that?" In the blink of an eye, they had made the same wish and were fully clothed as well.
"I drove here today, so we have to take my car," Rachel said.
"OK," I agreed. "Where are we going?"
"My place," Rachel said as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. We proceeded to the exit of the locker room and then Rachel said, "Don't forget to return the key, Kim."
"Oh, yea," Kim remembered. She held the key aloft and stated, "I wish that the key was back in the possession of Miss Rawlings, but that she wouldn't question as to how she got it back without us giving it to her personally." With that the key vanished into thin air.
We left the room and I said, "Make sure to undo that wish about no one going into the locker room."
"Won't need to," Kim said. "Remember, I said no one will enter the room until we're ready to leave. Now that we've left, the wish doesn't matter."
I furrowed my brow for a moment and realized what she said was true. "Oh, yea," I said. "I guess you're right."
"Trust me," Kim said. "We've got some practice, haven't we, Rachel?"
"Oh, yes," laughed Rachel. By this time we were out the doors of the school and headed to her car in the parking lot. "Practice has certainly made perfect."
We got into Rachel's car, which was some kind of convertible. Since it was a fairly warm, spring day, we rode with the top down. "So is this your car, or a wish?" I asked.
Rachel laughed. "This is a wish," she said. "So is my house."
"Yea, wait till you see it," Kim agreed. "It's a beaut."
"So I've gotta ask, do you live by yourself then, or still with your parents?" I asked.
Rachel seemed to frown for a minute. "With my mom, yes," she said. "I don't know my dad at all, never met him." Her expression then turned from a frown into a scowl. "I don't want to meet him," she said with anger in her voice.
I realized that I had said something wrong. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to pry."
"No, no, it's OK," Rachel reassured me. "We've never talked about something like that before, so how would you have known?"
A silence fell over the three of us for just a minute. I broke the awkwardness by asking, "So what's this big idea you have?"
"Ooh, I think you're all going to like it," Rachel said. "It involves three other people that I'm sure none of us care for."
Kim asked, "Who might they be?"
Rachel answered, "Steve Gordon, Mike Andrews, and Brad Foreman."
She was absolutely correct in her assessment. Those three guys were out-and-out jocks. As such they assumed they ruled the school, and would make fun of anyone not like them. That is where they had earned my dislike. They picked on me frequently, just because I didn't play sports.
What they had done to Kim and Rachel was worse. They frequently tried to get with both of them, but Kim and Rachel would never have any of it. Even though they were two of the hottest, if not the hottest, girls in the school, they didn't care for the jocks. That seemed to buck a trend seen in most other schools, where the hot girls and the jocks were always paired up with each other. Kim and Rachel resisted these guys, however, and so were frequently called "slut" or "whore," just to hurt them, even though nothing was further from the truth.
Upon hearing their names, Kim smiled devilishly. "What do you have in mind for them?" she asked.
Rachel smiled back and said, "Well..."