"Get out! Get out!" a couple of large guys were telling my friend Joseph and the new guy Jeff. "We don't want girls watching us in the Boy's washroom. Use the Girl's room!"
"We're not girls," objected Joseph despite his long red hair, high heels, shapely legs, and pink cycling shorts that clearly outlined his lips, mons, and lack of male sex organs.
"It's all right," suggested Jeff. "Now that we're half-and-half, what difference does it make which restroom we use? We can't use the urinals anyway."
At the Girl's room, however, a similar argument ensued. "We know you guys," screamed two cheerleaders. "No matter how you dress, you're Joseph and Jeff. You're not girls. You can't use the Girl's room."
"We're half-girls," Jeff explained. Then, to prove it, he lifted his skirt and offered to drop his panties. The cheerleaders, however, would have none of it.
"How come no one's accepting them?" Karyn asked Jon.
"I wished for the affected guys to accept their changes, but I didn't specifically wish for everyone else to accept them," Jon explained.
"You should correct that," Karen insisted. "Otherwise, you're just torturing the people you changed."
"All right," Jon agreed, clutching the stone in his pocket. "I wish that any male who's intolerant of the people I changed in my previous multipart wish should receive the same multipart wish, plus become tolerant of others."
Poof. Instantly, the two guys guarding the Boys room door changed to thin long-haired half-girls wearing high heels and short skirts. Then, within the next few minutes, so did a couple dozen more boys who'd been taunting, ogling, or insulting the new half-girls. Once the rest of the boys realized what was happening, they minded their own business and treated the half-girls with respect.
"That was kind of overkill," Karyn complained. "And what about yourself?"
"Me? Change myself? I'm screwed up enough already. Who wants to look like that?"
Then, poof, of course, I did look like that. Much as I'd hated my girl pants, I liked my new lycra track briefs a lot. The French cut did nice things for my butt.
"What about the girls who can't behave themselves?" Karen asked.
"Oh, all right," Jon agreed. "This is a multipart wish. Execute all the parts simultaneously at my command. This applies to any full natural girl who's intolerant of people affected by my last two wishes. Make her masculine from the waist down. Give her the shoulders, chest, legs, sex organs, and muscles of a guy. Make sure her dick and balls are too large to hide. Enlarge and firm up the breasts to fit her rib cage. Change her voice to bass. Permanently remove all body and facial hair. Give her a buzz cut. Change all her clothing so it fits, but make it half girlish and half boyish. Make it impossible for her to wear high heels. Finally, let all these people remember they were changed, make them accept it, and make them accept similar changes in others. But never let them know who did it or why."
"Jon, that's overkill too," Karyn objected.
"Execute!" Jon nevertheless wished, and the two cheerleaders instantly changed into female body builders with oversized dicks and buzz cuts. Their clothing changed to sport bras, posing briefs, and boxing shoes.
"Get out of our washroom!" screamed a group of girls standing near the changed cheerleaders. Then, of course the whole group took on the same appearance as well.
"I guess not being a full natural girl has its benefits," Karyn observed. Then, for her pettiness, I wished Karyn's sex organs into being male and made her accept it. I guess she more than accepted it, though. Within seconds her new cock grew erect, popped out of her panties, and stuck out beyond the hem of her miniskirt!
That, however, was the least of our problems. English class was starting.
