Without thinking, Mikey said "Gina, I wish you would never see me get a 'woody.'"
A blink of an eye later, Mikey felt a strange emptiness in his pants. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened, and Mikey had a sinking feeling that he really had messed up that wish. Using his power to see through clothes, he looked between his legs and what he saw was unfamiliar, but from what little he knew, was exactly the same as a girl's.
But he had a magic rock, right? He could easily fix that. "I wish I had my dick back just like before." That didn't work. What was wrong with the magic rock? "I wish I was a boy again!" That didn't work either.
Now, there were ways Mikey could change back. He could wish that Gina would never see a woody because she'd never look between his legs, and if he did that a wish to become a boy would work. Too bad he didn't have the instructions from Jon's grandpa. Too bad he was only 11 and probably couldn't have figured it out anyway. As far as he was concerned, he was stuck as a girl.
And there was a bigger surprise when Mikey got home.
"Mikey, we need to talk," said his mother.
"Yes, mother," he replied. She probably caught him making a mess somewhere, or leaving clothes on the floor, and she was going to lecture him again. There was nothing Mikey could do other than live through it.
She took him to his own room and shut the door. "Mikey," she said, "you know, you're going to have to tell everyone soon."
"Tell everyone?" said Mikey.
"Yes. We raised you as a boy because you like boy things, and we know you like being a boy, but you're growing. It's not too long before you're going to start getting breasts and looking like a girl. Once that happens, pretending to be a boy isn't going to work too well."
It was beginning to dawn on Mikey that not only had he become a girl, things changed so that he'd always been that way.
"Are you listening, Mikey?"
"Yes, mother. I... Can I keep saying I'm a boy as long as I can?"
"You can tell your friends what you want to," said his mother, "but I think at least Jon should know. He's your brother, after all. He's always thought you were a boy. Imagine how surprised he'll be."
"Fine," said Mikey. "I'll tell him." Needless to say, Mikey wasn't planning on telling Jon anything--once his mother walked away, he could just wish he never had this conversation.
"Oh, Mikey," said his mother, "what's that you're reaching into your pocket for?"
"It's nothing," said Mikey. He could even tell the truth and his mother wouldn't think there was anything wrong. Why would she be suspicious of a rock? "Just a rock," he replied.
"A rock? Oh, did you find Jon's? He told me he lost a rock. It was reddish, rounded and flat, about so big."
"It's nothing like that!"
Mikey's mother could usually tell when her younger son was lying. "Show it to me, Mikey," she said. Mikey took out the rock and she snatched it from his hand before he could make a wish. "This is Jon's. You know, you shouldn't steal your brother's stuff." She yelled, "Jon!"
Jon soon arrived. She showed him the rock, and his eyes lit up. "Thanks, Mom!" he said.
"Mikey took it," she said. "By the way, Mikey, you had something to tell Jon about yourself, right?"
"Well," said Mikey.
"Come on. If you don't, I will...."
