"I wish you were a little girl!"
As usual Mikey had to avert his gaze from John. When his eyes returned to the person who'd once been his perceived domineering older brother, he began to laugh out loud.
John's brown hair that had once been cut in a fairly normal boys cut now hung a bit past his shoulders. His blue tee-shirt had lightened to more of a baby blue, and his jeans had morphed into an ankle length denim skirt.
"You have to stop this now!" the little girl in front of Mikey protested, "you've already done way too much damage! You know you can't reverse what you do with that thing!"
Mikey didn't believe John. After all, why should he. John was always lying to him, or at least that's what he always thought, so why would now be any different.
Still, he had to be sure.
"I wish John was a boy," Mikey said
...nothing happened.
"See!" John shouted again, now seeming almost frantic. One couldn't blame his afterall. He was seemingly stuck in the body of a little girl with his ill-behaved little brother weilding awful amounts of power in front of him. Worse yet, he was powerless to stop him.
Then Mikey smiled again.
"I wish I was as smart as, no, smarter than John," Mikey said.
"There," Mikey said, "now I can be your age without any problem. And I can outsmart you too!"
"If you're so smart how can you not see why this is so bad!" John shouted again, "I don't know how to be a little girl! What's Mom going to say when she get's home!?"
"Nothing," Mikey said, "she didn't hear any of the wishes, so only we know how we used to be!"
Then something in John snapped. He had to do something. He thought maybe if he caught Mikey by suprise he might be able to seize the stone.
John sped toward Mikey full speed and threw him...herself at the stone.
She wasn't fast enough...
Mikey simultaneously lifted the stone in his left hand out of John's reach and caught his little sister with his right, again forgetting his strenght and throwing the small girl back a good ten feet.
John was nearly knocked out by the landing. He found he hurt pretty much all over and knew he didn't have it in him to get back up, much less take the stone.
For a moment, Mikey was worried he may have killed John. She didn't move for what seemed like far too long. Then she did something that put a smile back on Mikey's face. She began to cry.
Just then, Mikey could see his mother's car pull up and his mother step out...
