To the movies

“Where do you want to go?”

Justin thinks it over. “I want to take my girlfriends on a date. Let’s see a movie.”

You whip up some clothes for the girls, brightly colored miniskirts and tight tops. “All right, let’s go.” The group follows you out of the house. When you get to the street a black stretch limo appears.

“Whoa!” says one of the Anns. “Sweet ride! Do we get a chuffer?”

“You know, I hadn’t thought about it,” you say. “Who should be our driver?”

The Anns scratch their chins in thought. Then one of them says, “Oh! I know! Make Rachel McNeener do it!”

The suggestion makes you smile. The old Ann always hated Rachel and obviously that hasn’t changed.

You make Rachel appear in front of you. She’s short and thin, but fairly cute with shoulder length brown hair. Not wanting an argument, you make sure she doesn’t think there’s anything odd about teleporting here instantly.

“Oh great,” says Rachel, “the blond squad.” Like everyone else, she remembers the Anns as if they’ve always been four tall, buxom girls and not one short, overly bleached girl.

The four natural blondes surround her. “You should be nicer to us. Just because your daddy is rich doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want. Maybe you won’t be rich forever. Maybe you’ll end up working for us.”

“Ha!” laughs Rachel. “I’m never going to work for anyone. But if I did, you losers would never be in a position to order anyone around.”

You make a quick wish and Rachel’s clothes and attitude change. Black leather boots, a tight black jacket buttoned up to the collar, and a pleated black miniskirt replace her t-shirt and jeans. Black driving gloves and a chauffeur’s cap complete the look.

Rachel opens the door to the back of the limo and waves everyone in with a bowed head. “I apologize for my poor behavior, ma’ams. I will behave better in the future.”

“See that you do,” says one of the Anns. They stream past her to climb in the car, their noses high in the air. You and Justin follow the girls into the lavish limo.

Rachel closes the door and moves to the front. As the car takes off, one of the Anns finds the limo’s fully stocked bar.

“Hey girls, Champaign for everyone!”

They giggle wildly and pass around glasses. They pour out the drinks, but the raucous girls get more on the carpet than in the glasses.

One of the girls looks at you and smiles. “I looove what you did to Rachel. Do more! Take away all her Daddy’s money and make us rich instead!” The other girls cheer you on.

“No, I shouldn’t. What did her family do to deserve that?”

“They raised a spoiled brat!” says another of the Anns. She turns to your friend and shakes his arm. “Justin, make him do it!”

Justin turns to you. “Come on, Rachel does kind of have it coming. And who needs it more, her family or the family that now has quintuplets to support?”