"Come on, Mikey, I wish I looked normal. I can't go on ..." Sheila began, but then stopped.
What was she talking about again? Something about looking normal? She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, but didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. She was still the same walking wet dream that she usually was. And speaking of wet dreams ... "Man, do I need a fuck and bad," she muttered to herself.
Unlike the stone, whenever Sheila made a wish, no one would notice that anything had changed. And that included Mikey, who remembered Sheila always looking like this.
