"Thats easy. As our insoles for our soccer cleats, of course. The principal bought us all special sneakers that wont kill them while their under our feet. Using your old budget of course, so it's too late to back out now. Your fates are sealed."

"This is Outrageous! I'm going to speak to the principal right now!"

At that moment the principal walked onto the sports field and said

"Theres no need for that Coach Murray. I already signed the papers and the Board of Education Approved of it almost Instantly. They know whats good for our students."

"But......You cant be serious!"

Pretending like she couldnt hear him she continued on ".....Which begs the question of what to do with you Coach Murray? Now that you dont have a job anymore. I wonder what use you could be to the school now? I know! You can massage my feet while i oversee the girls trying on their new insoles. C'mere!"

You had been watching the conversation the whole time and feared for your safety at the mercy of these high school giantesses and how they ruined your dream of becoming a soccer star. now you were watching Principal Victoria pick up your former coach and drop him into her pumps and slide her nyloned foot on top of him all the way until her foot was comfortably fitted inside her work pumps.

Soon after that 11 girls from the soccer team put the 22 boys in each shoe and began to practice. The goalkeeper didn't need any new shrunken insoles because she already had her two tiny brothers (one older, one younger) in her socks and loved making them smell her stinky feet all day and night.

One Asian girl took one shrinkee and shoved him in her socks under her long toes while one African-American girl just dropped him into her sneaker and fit her foot in perfectly so she could feel him squirm underneath her meaty sole.

You were unlucky enough to get the worst possible girl out of the entire female soccer team.