The final bell for the school day rang, and I went racing towards Karyn's locker. I got there before she did, and when she came closer I no longer felt the weird, almost magnetic urge to move away from her. Her wish to leave her alone had finally ended.
As she came close, I said "Karyn, I'm really, really sorry for what I did earlier. I understand why you were upset, and you were right. Can I please have the stone back now?"
Karyn arched an eyebrow at me, and replied, "I'm glad you're apologizing, but I'm not sure I want to give you the stone before we can talk about it. Want to go to our usual spot in the schoolyard to talk?"
I grunted at the pain from my bladder. "I don't think I can wait that long. I really need to pee."
"So go pee, and then we'll meet," she said.
"No, you don't understand," I said, "When we were arguing this morning, you wished that my... thing... was a prosthetic."
She looked confused for a second, then her eyes widened as she realized what I meant. Then they narrowed, and she said "So you have to pee sitting down? What's wrong with that?"
"No, there's nowhere to pee from," I said, feeling my face flush red with embarrassment. I was trying to keep my voice low so nobody would overhear.
"You can't just attach it?" she asked.
"No, I think my wish that only you could attach them applies to me as well," I said.
"Okay, I can fix that," said Karyn. She reached into her bag to touch the stone, and said "I wish Jon could attach his prosthetics by himself."
"Thanks Karyn!" I said, and I turned and ran to the washroom.
When I got there, a kid was using one of the urinals. I didn't want to try attaching my junk with a kid watching me, so I ducked into a toilet stall. I carefully pulled down my pants and grabbed the rubbery fake cock and balls. I held it to my blank crotch and tried to attach it.
Nothing happened.
I focused my attention and tried again. Still nothing. I tried quietly saying words like "Attach!" and "Stick on!" but nothing worked.
"Argh!" I said, a little louder than I intended. I put my knees together to hold the prosthesis and tried to fish out my phone to text Karyn.
My phone was really jammed into my jeans pocket, and my pants were around my knees, so I had some trouble fishing it out. I must have opened my legs by accident, because the prosthetic slipped between them and fell into the toilet with a loud splash.
"Shit!" I said, and I jumped up and turned around to retrieve it. When I stood up, though, the light-sensitive automatic flusher on the toilet activated. The prosthetic swirled around in the toilet bowl. "Oh fuck!" I said, and tried to grab it. It was super slippery now that it was wet, and it slipped through my fingers and disappeared down the flushing toilet.
I stood there for a second, with my jaw hanging open. I had just flushed my cock and balls down the toilet. What was I going to do?
I reached down and fumbled my phone out of my pocket. My fingers were wet, so it took me a couple of tries to unlock it and call Karyn. After a few rings, she finally picked up. "What is it?" came her voice from the other end.
"Karyn, I couldn't attach it and I accidentally flushed it down the toilet!" I cried.
There was a long pause, and finally Karyn replied, "Oh shit!"
"Karyn, what am I going to do?" I asked.
"Why couldn't you attach it?" she asked.
"I don't know! What am I going to do?" I said again, frustrated.
"Wait, did you wish that only I could attach them? Crap, you can't undo wishes... let me think about this one..." she said.
"Karyn!" I cried, "I'm in a bit of a mess here! I need to pee like crazy and I lost my junk!"
"What are you talking about, man?" said some other kid who was in the washroom.
"Nothing, just taking a really big dump," I said, holding the phone down.
"Talking to it won't help, man," the kid replied.
"Shit," I said, and went back to the phone. "Karyn, I need help now!"
"Well, I'm not coming in there," she said. "I guess I can wish up a new prosthetic for you later. Right now, I wish that Jon had the equipment he needs to go pee."
I felt my attention distracted away from my body for a second, and then felt something start to dribble down my leg. I needed to pee so badly that I couldn't hold it!
I quickly turned around and sat on the toilet again, just in time. As I relaxed my bladder, a spray of urine came gushing out of me, splattering and splashing loudly in the toilet. It felt incredible, but my bladder still felt sore for almost an hour afterwards.
As I finished up, I grabbed some toilet paper to dry myself off. As I looked at my crotch, I gasped - instead of a blank space, there was now a slit that looked like a girl's pussy in my groin. I pulled up my pants, went to wash my hands, and rushed to meet Karyn at the edge of the school yard.
