I rushed into the girls' bathroom without thinking. Karyn was standing in front of the mirror, with her hands on her cheeks, staring at her reflection. Tears were rolling down her cheeks but she wasn't sobbing - she looked more like she was shocked, or stunned with disbelief. My eyes were drawn to her hairless scalp.
It was kinda weird. Normally, when you see a bald guy, there's some stubble, or some traces of where the hair used to be, but Karyn's head was completely hairless. It was also really shiny, which seemed strange to me.
"I can fix this!" I said, and pulled the stone out of my pocket.
"Jon, wait..." Karyn said, but I was already making my wish.
"I wish that only Karyn could put on or take off these prosthetics. I wish that the people in the classroom will forget what happened between Biff and Karyn this morning, and will think that Karyn and I just went to the bathroom. There, it's all fixed!" I grinned and held Karyn's hair out to her.
She sighed and looked at me. "Jon, I know you're trying to help, but you're doing it wrong..."
"What?" I asked, "What am I doing wrong? Isn't this as close as you can get to how things were before?"
"No!" Karyn said. "Jon, it's not the same!" She grabbed her boobs dramatically. "These might look natural to you, but they feel like blobs of silicone in my bra to me! I want..."
"I can fix that, too," I interrupted. "I wish that Karyn's prosthetic breasts felt like part of her body when she's wearing them, and that when she puts them on they have full feeling and function, until she takes them off again."
"JON!" Karyn yelled, snatching the stone from my hand. "Stop! You're not listening to me!"
I gaped at her. Why was she mad? I was trying to help! "Karyn, I'm just making things right!" I blurted.
"I never asked you to help!" she yelled.
"Karyn, listen..." I said, but her face just got red.
"No, YOU listen!" she shouted. "I don't want you making wishes that change my body! You need to stop trying to make decisions for me! Stop being such an asshole!"
Now it was my turn to get mad. "Look, I don't know why you're being so rude. I'm just helping you!"
Karyn rolled her eyes. "You just don't get it, do you? How would you feel if I said that I wish your cock and balls were a 'fully functional ultra lifelike prosthetic' just like my boobs?"
"That's not the same thing!" I said. "Now give me back the stone!"
"No!" Karyn yelled. "I'm not giving it back until you understand why I'm pissed off!"
I shook my head, annoyed, and reached out to take the stone out of Karyn's hand. She pulled it away, glared at me, and said, "I wish Jon would leave me alone until after school today."
Next thing I knew, I was walking back to the classroom. Shit! Karyn still had the stone. I tried to turn around and go back, but for some reason I couldn't. It was weird, almost like the feeling of pushing the north poles of two magnets together. No matter what I did, I couldn't force my body to go back and talk to Karyn. I resolved to talk with her again at the end of the school day, and went back to class.
Karyn returned to class a few minutes later, with her curly red hair looking perfectly normal and natural atop her head again. The teacher made a sarcastic comment about how long she had been in the washroom, but nobody said anything about the incident with Biff. It seemed like my wish for them to forget had worked, at least. I tried to say something to Karyn at the end of the class, but once again, I couldn't force myself to get near her, let alone say anything to her.
The rest of the morning was fairly boring, until I really did need to go to the washroom just before lunch. I asked to leave class and headed towards the boys' room. I walked up to the urinal, pulled down my pants and underwear, and nearly fainted when my cock and balls fell off.
It was weird, and it almost seemed to happen in slow motion. I pulled down my underwear, and a flesh-coloured rubbery object fell out of my pants, bounced off of the rim of the urinal, and fell on the floor with a flat splorching sound. My hand, which had been reaching for my dick, felt... nothing.
"What the fuck!?" I yelled in surprise.
"What's up?" said a kid who was in one of the toilet stalls. Shit!
"Nothing!" I said, hurriedly. I looked down and saw an empty spot where my dick should have been. I bent down and grabbed the the object from the floor, and ran into a toilet stall. I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet to inspect the damage.
The object in my hand looked like a fake, rubber cock and balls. I remembered seeing something like it in the movie Boys Don't Cry, when Hilary Swank's character was trying to pass as a guy. It looked totally fake, with some weird fake hair around the end and on the balls. My crotch was weirder. It was totally hairless... the "treasure trail" from my belly just faded out, and there was a blank area of smooth skin where my penis and scrotum should have been. I touched it, and it felt like my own skin. I reached down further, but found nothing but smooth skin until my fingertips started to get close to my asshole. Holy shit. I couldn't figure out why this had happened, until it suddenly hit me.
Karyn had asked how I would feel if she wished that my cock and balls were a prosthetic. Did she phrase it like a wish? I think she had!
I tried to attach the rubber thing to my crotch. Nothing happened. I willed it to attach to me - shouldn't it work just like Karyn's prosthetics? No luck. Then I had a second revelation. I had wished that only Karyn could add and remove these prosthetics. That meant that I was going to need her to attach it for me. Oh no. And worse, I couldn't even talk to her until the end of the school day. That bitch! How could she do this to me? I knew I shouldn't be mad... she didn't do it on purpose. Still, I was pissed off that she hadn't been more careful. That's when I finally understood why Karyn had been pissed off at me - I was making decisions about her body, without asking her first. I could have proposed my idea and seen what she thought about it, but I rushed ahead like an idiot. Well, I was learning my lesson now. I was going to have to go to Karyn after school, apologize, and then ask her if she could please attach my cock to my body. How humiliating was that?
It was around then that I realized I still needed to pee. Not sure what would happen, I decided to stay seated on the toilet, and I pointed the "business end" of the rubber penis between my legs, into the toilet. Then I released my bladder.
Nothing happened.
"Oh fuck!" I said out loud.
"What is it?" said the other kid, still sitting in the other stall.
"Nothing," I said again. I felt between my legs again and realized that there was no hole for my pee to come out. I needed to go, badly, but there was no way for it to escape. And I couldn't talk to Karyn for another three hours.
I carefully tucked my prosthetic junk back into the front of my underwear. Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing boxers today or it might have fallen out. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, and returned to class just in time for the lunch bell to ring.
The rest of the day dragged on interminably. It was hard to focus, because I needed to pee worse than I had ever needed to in my life. The only bright spot was that I knew that I couldn't actually piss in my pants - but the pain was almost unbearable by the end of the day, as the seconds seemed to stretch into minutes and hours. Finally, after an eternity, the end of day bell rang. I raced off to find Karyn and eat my humble pie. Little did I know that I had just gotten through the easy part of my week.
