Author's note: It's been a long time since I had any Spanish, and online dictionaries helped, but there were still problems. Maybe some of the sentences I had problems with were idioms?
We finally arrived at the shopping mall. In fact I felt rather strange, but I thought that it felt okay... How can I say it? Like this feminine body of mine were only an exciting experiment. Suddenly, something odd happened. Karyn and I came into a shop. Karyn began to talk to me:
"Come on, Joan, see that..."
I couldn't hear it. I felt an inner shake.
"What? I don't understand."
Karyn looked at me strangely.
"What? What's happening? Why are you speaking in Spanish?"
I tried to make an effort to understand. I thought in Spanish, talked in Spanish. Just a moment ago I was talking and thinking in English. What was happening to me?
"Say, Joan..."
"What? I don't understand you! I don't understand anything you're saying to me! Holy God!"
"Right! You're joking, surely..."
I looked around myself, thinking. I practically didn't understand the language that was around me, but I knew that a moment ago it was my language. I only knew how to think and speak in Spanish. Someone had used the wishing stone, my stone. I took Karyn's arm and told her:
"Karyn, I have to return home, do you understand? R-E-T-U-R-N! It's the stone, you know?" I made a gesture with my closed fist. "Someone is playing with me."
Karyn couldn't understand.
"Wait a minute... How is that possible? Oh, well, this is... I don''t speak Spanish! Shit! I only can say things like 'Buenoss diass senorita' or... Wait! I'm coming with you, Joan!"
I smiled unconsciously, despite being worried, as we left the store. It felt as strange to me as an extraterrestrial in a disco. Yesterday I was a boy and I could understand everything. Today I'm a girl dressed in a dress and boots and I don't understand anything, or almost anything, of the words I can hear around me.
I arrived home, walking a bit, running a bit, with Karyn stepping in the heels of my boots for me [?]. They could be sexy, but they were uncomfortable for running. We went in.
"Hello! Is anyone home?"
Then Peppie, my worst friend, appeared. With friends like him, of course, I don't need enemies. He looked me up and down arrogantly and told me:
"Hi, Jon. Or can I call you Joan? What pretty makeup you have... what does it feel like being a girl? Or a cultural minority?"
"Do you know what you did?"
"Oh, yeah... someone at school told me about the stone, before I let myself into your house. Your mother had gone, she left me waiting for you, how kind... I took the stone, I wanted to know what you were doing and where you were. I already see you're not wasting time without wanting something [?]. And good, I decided to amuse myself at your expense. Does it bother you? Ah, what a beautiful language, Spanish. I don't need classes any more. "
I stared at him and I approached him, panting.
"You've had a good joke, son of a prostitute! Give me my stone!"
I hadn't always had it with me. [?] This was bad [?]. Was it gone? Could I return to understanding my mother tongue?
