"You want names?" asked Jon.
"Why not?"
"Okay, that's the clitoris, and that's your hymen, and that's the vagina..."
"Is the vagina the one people call a cunt?"
Jon gritted his teeth. "Yes."
"So how do I piss with this...?"
"It doesn't come out the vagina. It comes out over there, but I'm not sure what you call it...."
Eventually Jeff had found out enough and Jon was able to stop playing impromptu sex-ed teacher. The others had on skirts and had to go home to change, with Mr. Burpie driving them. Jeff had showered naked, so his pants were still okay, and he could just go to class.
The next class was American History. There had been enough people around in the locker room that the story was already starting to spread, and people were very worried. Jon, however, knew that it wasn't necessarily permanent, at least not on the others (and possibly not even on himself), and alone in the class, wasn't worrying at all. Instead, he thought back to his original idea--show Jeff what it was like to be this way.
Jon fingered his wishing stone. Even someone excited by the idea of dating a boy with girl parts wouldn't be so rude as to ask him out an hour after the accident. But there was an easy way to fix that. "I wish that everyone still remembered the guys' changes as happening today, but they're as comfortable with them as they'd be if it happened two months ago."
That should do it, thought Jon. But would someone ask Jeff out? Alan had transformed too, so he wasn't a likely candidate. Joseph hadn't transformed, but in the new reality he still dated girls. Of course, there were ways to use a wish to make it happen. Or he could just assume someone would do it anyway--there was certainly more than one bisexual guy in the school.
