Jon was very uncomfortable walking to school, because he was always conscious of how different he felt between the legs. You never notice some things until they're gone.
He saw Karyn briefly in the morning, but couldn't really talk to her until lunch, which meant he had to live through several classes sitting at a desk without a penis, unable to even tell anyone else what was wrong. He constantly felt that people were staring at him even when they weren't, and he really hoped that the whole thing could be fixed somehow.
Finally, came lunch. He got out his lunch box and immediately looked around the lunchroom for Karyn. Spotting her seated at a table, he joined her.
"Hi, Jon," said Karyn. "Are you in a rush? Did something happen?"
"Is it that obvious?" asked Jon. "Yeah, something happened." He leaned over to whisper to her what happened. It wouldn't do to be overheard saying this. "I accidentally wished myself to have a vagina," he whispered. "And then I accidentally wished the stone away."
"Jon," said Karyn, "did you also run into Santa Claus several months late? You're not making any sense!"
"The wishing stone!" He tried to yell and whisper at the same time, and ended up nearly spitting into Karyn's ear.
"Stop that!" exclaimed Karyn. "And would you mind telling me what you're talking about?"
"It's... oh, no. You don't remember the wishing stone. The stone changes reality--my wish made it be as if the stone was always somewhere else. So I never had it, and I never told you about it."
"Wishing stone?"
"Yes, Karyn, it's an inheritance from my grandfather. It grants wishes, but they can't be reversed. I just hope it's lost in the mail and that I'll be getting it soon. I don't want to be like this forevver.
"Like this?" asked Karyn.
"Yes, like this." He leaned over to whisper again. "I have a vagina."
"Of course you have a vagina," responded Karyn.
Argh, thought Jon. The stone changed reality so that that was always true too. As far as Karyn was concerned, having a vagina was Jon's natural state.
"But you've never gone around saying 'vagina, vagina' like a sex-ed textbook before," continued Karyn. "Everyone already knows you have one. That's why even though the rest of you is boyish, you still..."
