Impetuous as she could be, Zoë took time formulating her greatest dream.
The ladies room was empty. She went inside and locked the door, to insure that her spell would go uninterrupted.
She thought back to the fantasy novels she read, to the movies she watched and the games she played. She wrote down her intentions, and played with the words until they seemed right.
Zoë took one last look at herself in the mirror. It would soon be the last time she would see a human in the reflection. She felt a momentary twinge of regret, but pushed it away quickly. She would feel much better, be much better, afterwards.
She took a deep breath, and clutched the stone as she read.
"I wish that elves, dwarves, fae, vampires, werewolves, satyrs, centaurs, dragons, aliens, and all creatures of fantasy were real. I wish that anyone in the world who desires to be something other than human, whether they are capable of working magick or not, will transform permanently into their desired race when I next remove my hand from the stone. I wish that all of these creatures were afforded the same legal and moral rights given to humans. I wish that all non-humans had the ability to transform humans into their race by one method unique to their race. I wish that during puberty, one out of every fifty humans undergoes a process called the Chrysalis, a painless and gradual transformation into any race they desire to be."
With a satisfied smile, Zoë let go of the stone.
Flecks of power played on her skin, and she knew her wish was being fulfilled. The entire world was being changed, but for now, her own form, her very own Chrysalis, was her only concern.
She swam in the power, visualizing herself as
