Another day, another sorry lunch at school. But to be honest, you didn't even know what you were eating, not because the food was that bad, but because you were busy staring at some random girl's feet at the table across from you. Ah, the joys of spring! The majority of girls were in sandals, and the majority of those girls had the habit of slipping them off under their desks and tables. Let's not forget all the pretty pedicures, either!
"Brandon, you're doing it again." Carla said, interrupting your train of thoughts.
You shook your head slightly and asked, "What?"
"Staring at feet. You've been looking at girls' feet a lot recently. You gotta stop or you'll get caught." Carla's tone was that of nothing but honest concern.
"Well, what else can I do, Carla? I don't have a girlfriend and you know it's "sandal season". Which is torture for guys like me." Carla was no stranger to your foot fetish. But she was cool with it.
"Brandon, I know. But you can't just stare at girls' feet all the time. It's creepy, and if the wrong girl catches you she'll blackmail you to the point your life's a living hell." Still, her concern was evident in her tone.
"Well, you would know that, now wouldn't you?" you joked. The two of you laughed silently about how your friendship was initiated in the first place. "Why can't you just let me-"
You were cut off by Carla. "Because, I don't like boys in that way. You can look at my feet all you want, but touch them and you're going to be 'neutered'." Carla's tone was serious now.
You couldn't help but feel your heart sink. Carla had some awfully cute feet, but because she was only into girls, you couldn't touch them, and that really sucked since she was the only one to know you have a foot fetish.

At the end of the school day...

"Brandon, I have an idea to help you. Its kinda crazy, but with you gawking at feet so much now, it's worth a shot, right?" Carla tells you on the drive home. You two were neighbors, so she rode to and from school with you.
"You lost me, Carla. What do you mean?" you were perplexed.
"Okay listen. A lot of girls would kill to have a sweet boy *She gestured towards you* pamper her feet. But it sounds more convincing coming from another girl when she's told a certain boy *She gestured to you again* is good with giving pedicures and foot rubs. Catch my drift now?"
It took only a second.
"Well, do you really think it will work?" you asked.
"Honestly? About an 85% chance I'd say. But who would you like me to talk to?" Carla answered.

Well, you thought of places and girls.. But where and who are you thinking in particular?