Jon's phone was ringing. "Hello?" he answered innocently.
"Jon, it's me, Cyrus Blanc!" answered a voice clearly awash in panic.
"Oh yeah, you're in my Witticism class, aren't you?" Jon asked as calmly as possible.
"That doesn't matter anymore!," Cyrus screamed. "I've got vaginitis, Jon! Vaginitis! What do I do?"
"Uh, douche?" Jon speculated.
"That's not funny, Jon! Witticism indeed! My dick and balls just turned inside out! My crotch is all, like, um, flat! I'm dickless, dude! I threw a rod! Nature unshafted me! I'm aimless and I know it because I tried! You should be the expert! What do I do? What do I do, man?"
"Hang on a minute," Jon advised.
"To what? I've got vaginitis!" Cyrus screamed again, then Jon put his phone on mute and turned toward Karyn. "Something up?" she asked.
"You know that guy Cyrus Blanc in our Constructive Criticism class? He claims his dick and balls turned inside out and now he looks like a girl down there," Jon explained.
"Well, you wished that occasionally some boys would have girl parts," Karyn reminded him.
"Yeah, but does that mean that some boys would have girls parts all the time, like I do, or that some boys would have girl parts some of the time, or that sooner or later all boys would have girl parts for a while, or what?"
"Hey, I'm not the one who made the vague and sloppy wish," Karyn prodded, then her phone rang.
"Karyn, it's me, Willy Ruppton!" began an excited voice. "My pussy just turned inside out! I've got my dick and balls again! My nuts are ready to rock! My rod is ready to roll!" he screamed. "Now will you go out with me?"
"Should I buy some panties, Jon? Where do I get 'em? What kind do you wear?" demanded Cyrus.
"I think it grew back even larger!" Willy Ruppton boasted.
"Jon, will you answer the doorbell please?" came his mother's voice. "A couple of boys are here to see you!"
"One of 'em looks pregnant," Zoe noted.
