Andrew had made one too many remarks to his girlfriend about women in the gym and their shapely sportswear. “Mmm, look at that fine girl’s tight pants; why don’t you wear stuff like that all the time, hot stuff?” he’d said, slapping her rear.
Jane glared at him and swatted his hand away. “If you like them so much, then you can have your own pair and join me in the girl’s locker room!” she’d said, muttering a spell.
Andrew was shocked to find himself with his legs splayed out in a “V” shape and staring at his tights and empty crotch prominently displayed. He was speechless.
“Close your legs, girl, and follow me. I’m hitting the BodyPump class, and you’re joining me, ANGIE,” Jane said as she walked away.
