Just as I started to get comfortable with staring at Mila Jovavich as my reflection, I heard a shout from the main room. Its never good if you hear Chad yell "Noooooooo!".....
Panic took over and I quickly pulled my skirt and panties back up. I ran out to the living room where Chad was standing next to his Chihuahua. As always, she was barking at him. I had always thought Julie was a cute dog, but she sure barked alot.
"Shit man, umm.... shit..." Chad did everything but windmill his arms to show he was shocked. He was speechless. Something major must have happened for him to be unable to string a sentence together. His mumbling usually sounded more coherent when he was stoned than most people's talking.
This made the pit of my stomache fall out. "Wha...what's wrong?" I stuttered when I heard my girlish voice again, but had to know what was going on.
"Julie, she... shit man!"
Confused I looked down at Julie who turned to me and started barking again.
"What about her? Is she sick or something?" Something seemed very out of place, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"What the hell are you talking about, dude? 'Is she sick or something?' Are you stupid? She just turned you into Mila Jovavich and then turned herself into a fucking dog!"
"She did? Um, what do you mean? You've always... had... uh, Chad, how did I get turned into Mila Jovavich??"
"Julie, reverse your wish!" Chat grabbed the dog and held it up so he was face to face with her. Then he looked at me. "You're kidding, right? You seriously know that my girlfriend Julie turned you into a chick, right? Don't fuck with me."
"Dude, you've been single for almost a year now. That's why you got the dog a few months ago. I really am confused, and I know I'm really Jon, but I don't remember how I got turned into this."
"Dude, Julie IS my girlfriend!"
"Chad... That's sick!" I couldn't believe he was telling me this when obviously something bad happened.
"No, what the hell!" He dropped Julie and she ran under the couch yapping away as usual when I was around. "Tell me, what else does that rock of yours do?"
Thinking about it I realized that Chad must had made a wish while I was checking myself out, so I thought everything was normal, except for me being a girl of course. "What did you wish for, Chad?"
"I didn't wish for anything after I conjured up that stash man. My girlfriend, JULIE, wished you to be Mila Jovavich, and then when you went to go grope yourself, she wished to know what it's like to be a Chihuahua."
It made sense, but I remembered him having the dog for the last few months. Hell, I remembered watching him get her all stoned and staggering around the living room. But if I didn't hear her make the wish, that's exactly what I would think, isn't it? Instinctively I started looking around to see if there were any pictures of Julie, but of course everything had changed. She'd always been a Chihuahua, and the only pictures of her were the couple of Chad walking her at the park on a leash. Chad saw my gaze and muffled a curse when he saw the pictures I was looking at.
"Soo... how do we fix this?" I hoped he would stay true to his wise self and think of something, but the first thing he did was sit down in front of his new stash of weed and pack some more into his pipe. "You're gonna smoke?"
"Hey, I need to calm down and think if we're gonna get out of this mess. If she's always been a dog, then she doesn't know how to reverse what she's done, and she didn't wish for you or I to be able to reverse it, so I don't know what to do except smoke up first."
I thought of Julie sitting on the couch, pipe in her paws, holding it to her little doggy lips and puffin away. I started giggling at the thought and Chad looked at me strangely.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Um, did I forget to mention, anyone not hearing a wish thinks that things have always been that way after the wish is granted."
"No shit, Sherlock. I think I gathered that when you couldn't remember my girlfriend as anything but a dog."
We were kind of silent for a while as he got stoned again. At this point I remembered that I was a girl, but that almost seemed secondary. The thought of beig stuck this way was problematic at best. Plus, I wanted my dick back!
I held my hand out and Chad passed me the pipe. After taking a hit and feeling the effects I noticed Chat staring at me.
"She must get high or something 'cause you didn't cough like you did last time." The re-assuring smile I had grown to love suddenly spread across his face. "Hey, I have an idea..."
