still called them, as the three bimbos each had an IQ of roughly 85, making them stupid but still independently functional), but they had a dream to fulfill.
The next day, the three of them - Candy, Baby and Bambi Angel, AKA: The Angel Triplets) all three went down to the football stadium and tried out, each being accepted as an official NFL Cheerleader for their local team! They were SOOOooo happy! Soon, their house was the site of dozens of epic parties, where sports celebrities, movie stars and other cheerleaders gathered to dance, drink and fool around. The three girls never felt taken advantage of, as this was exactly what they wanted out of life. They became the darlings of the local media, and soon were appearing in soft-core sex comedies with titles like "3 Angels in London", "3 Angels Down Under" and "3 Angels - Lost in Time". Their lives were fun, exciting and (if you were a bimbo) rewarding and interesting.
Thus did the years pass...and while Bambi never lost her powers to fulfill wishes, she eventually forgot about them. The three of them just thought that Bambi was extra lucky, because when she said "I wish we could make movies too." or "I wish we could get guys like that to come to our parties." it just...well, happened.
Then one day...almost ten years later...
Candy, Baby and Bambi Angel were laying in bed, snuggled together and still asleep as the light of a new day crept into the window. Bambi opened one eye - china blue and framed by thick, long lashes - and her crimson lips spread in a cute smile.
As sexy as they were, they were all still cute. The sort of vixens that honest mothers and feminist woman couldn't quite bring themselves to dislike, because they obviously couldn't help being what they were. Three huge-breasted, blond sexpots with athletic, perfectly tanned bodies and empty, bubble heads. Though they'd each be turning 30 today, they looked barely old enough to drink. Various innocent wishes by Bambi over the years had ensured that they always looked young and innocent, no matter how old or naughty they were.
But...someone had learned their secret. A woman named Sarah McMillain had seen them on the street (they'd never moved out of their family home, feeling attached to the memories of their non-existent parents) and, not liking the lucky bimbos she remembered as flunking out of high school, had started up a conversation with them. She'd been repulsed by their giggling, empty-headed banter, and had only wanted to see if they'd changed any over the years.
Not at all. The Angel Trips were just as moronic and cheerful as they'd been so many years ago. It was a waste that these girls had lucked into so many chances and good fortune. Rich parents, movie careers and seeming perfect looks forever had just fallen into their laps...the stupid bitches.
Then, she'd seen that her car was being stolen. She cried out, but some damn kid just drove off, flipping her the bird through the window as he'd passed. She cursed and fumed, calling 911 on her cellphone as Baby said "Wow, like...that guy just totally drove off in your car, Sarah! That's just so totally bogus." in her dreamy, sing-song voice
"No shit, Sherlock..." Sarah had snapped "...I can't believe that just happened!"
"Like, we're really sorry for you, Sarah. That must suck." said Candy, giving Sarah a sympathetic hug that made Sarah's skin crawl. How could these morons be so touchy-feely? It was like they had no shame!
Sarah squirmed out of Candy's hug."If you want to help, Jeannie..." she snapped, making a reference to that old TV show. "...then blink your eyes and wish my car was back."
All three girls giggled at that (though none of them got the pop culture reference) and said in unison "Okay, we wish your car was back. How's that?"
Driving up in front of the mall...her car parked itself in front of her, and the young man who'd stolen it got out...looked confused...then ran off as fast as he could.
"OHMIGOSH!" the three girls squealed in unison
"That's just...so AWESOME!" giggled Baby.
"Yeah, fer sure!" said Candy.
"Wow, Sarah...when you woke up this morning, did you say 'I wish this was Sarah's lucky week' or somethin'?" said Bambi.
Then, the three bimbos wiggled into the mall...leaving Sarah to stare at her car and wonder what had happened.
Over the next few days, Sarah experienced an insane amount of good fortune. First, her cheating boyfriend showed up at her house, begging forgiveness like she'd always wished he would. Then the girl he'd cheated on her with (a snotty co-worker who was almost as annoying as the Angels) blew three big accounts at the ad agency they both worked at, and was demoted to HER secretary! She soon started to over eat, and was soon growing a layer of blubber on her formerly perfect body. Her face speckled with acne she tried to cover with more makeup. Her own accounts went like a dream, with her every idea shining with brilliance in the eyes of her clients.
She thought of Bambi's words often.
"I wish this was Sarah's lucky week."
Had it been as simple as that?
The insane good fortune ran out next week, and - though most people might have counted themselves fortunate and moved on - Sarah wanted more. Not just luck, she wanted power. She wanted whatever it was that those girls had.
So...she began to hatch a plan. Sarah McMillain was a clever woman, and she knew she could do it. She could get the bimbos (or perhaps it was just Bambi? She'd have to check on that.) to say the right words...
