"I wish I hadn't made that last wish." I gasped, but nothing happened.
"I wish I was a man again." And still no change.
"I wish my penis would return." but it was to no avail.
The rock and done it's business and steadfastly refused to make me whole again. I felt violated, I felt stupid, I felt lost. What would me parents think? How would poeple react? I felt scared and alone.
As I sat there crying, I considered confessing to Karyn. She might have an idea, she might know what to do. Maybe the effects of the rock wore off, and she was back to normal. Wishful thinking I thought - and laughed at the irony.
My mother called out after me, saying something about being late for school - but I couldn't go like this. Maybe I could say I was sick, a case of the flu.
But Mom was always well aware of when I was faking.
No. I'd just have to get dressed and go through the day as I was. Figure out what to do later, maybe try and find my supposedly dead Grandfather.
I put the stone in a small pouch I used to keep marbles in when I was little. Then I began to get dressed and ready myself for school.
