I tried to sort through everything that had happened. I'd wished Mike into a girl's body to keep him from using the stone, and then I'd wished for reality to change so that Mike had always been a girl, to cover my tracks and keep people--including Mike--from asking questions. It had seemed like a perfect plan, but then it had backfired. Grandpa had warned be about using the stone recklessly; I should have listened.
Somehow my second wish had taken the stone from my hands and put it right back in Mike's... er, Michelle's hands. I doubted it was because of any changes in my own personality, although I suspected I had changed a little bit too. I'd noticed on the way here that I was a little bit more muscular. That matched the sports posters in my room... I'd never been into sports before. I'd been sort of a nerd... I was aware of that, and if I ever forgot Mike was ready to rub it in. Maybe without Mike's abuse I'd become more confident and given sports a shot.
Michelle on the other hand had become just what I'd wished for... a weak, docile girl, instead of the athletic, abusive jerk he'd been as a guy. She seemed fun-loving and laid-back, but I guessed she was also pretty timid and meek. Just like I'd been. Better for me... or so I'd thought. But there'd been a role reversal here. I was stronger and Michelle was weaker. We seemed to get along, so I doubted that I was the jerk that Mike had been, but it still seemed like Grandpa had been more fond of Michelle than me, and so she'd gotten all the attention and all the gifts that I had gotten in our original reality. Including the stone.
I looked at her. Khaki shorts, a short-sleeved pink blouse, and sandals, long brown hair and makeup. She was definitely a girl, and she definitely didn't seem to know that was wrong. There was no trace of Mike left in her. She was slender and weak-looking; she was no athlete. She was tall, though... even as a girl, she looked to be about my height.
I hated to think what havoc Michelle could cause with the stone. She may not have been a jerk, but I still didn't trust her... not with that kind of power. I didn't even know her. I needed to get the rock from her... I needed to. But how? We were friends now, it seemed... why not start by just asking for it?
