Panting and puffing, I finally got to the edge of the schoolyard where Karyn and I had met the day before. Karyn was waiting for me, leaning by a tree.
"Hi, Jon," she said, with an expression that was strangely neutral.
"Karyn, we need to fix this," I panted.
"Is there anything else you wanted to say first?" Karyn asked.
"Yeah, I understand why you were pissed. Making stupid wishes that change your body without asking first is bad. I definitely got a taste of my own medicine today. I started to get mad at you, but I realize now why you weren't too happy with me."
"Thanks, Jon. I feel bad about your... predicament, too. We'll get you fixed up as soon as we can figure out where to do it," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, "Can't we just go to your place?"
"No," said Karyn, "you know how my parents are. I'm not allowed to have boys in my room without leaving the door wide open, and I don't think you want me attaching a prosthetic penis with my whole family watching."
I hadn't thought about that. "My place isn't great, either... I can never get my little sister, Zoe, to stop coming into my room. She almost caught me changing the other day."
"We need a secret place where we can do this," said Karyn, "maybe we can wish for a hidden room in the school?"
"No," I said, "then we couldn't go there on weekends, and it would be awkward if we needed to go there after we graduate this year. We need something we can get to no matter where we are."
"We need a Room of Requirement!" said Karyn, getting excited.
"A what?" I asked.
"A Room of Requirement. In the Harry Potter books, there's a magic room in Hogwarts that appears when students need it. We could wish for one that can appear in any doorway if we say the right words before we open it."
I started to catch on. "Oh, like the doors in Mosnters, Inc.?"
"Yeah!" said Karyn, "something like that. We say the right words, and any door that we open turns into the door to our secret room! And we can wish that it has anything we need in there!"
"Okay," I said, "How do we wish for this?"
Karyn and I discussed this at length. We realized that we needed to prevent people from worrying about us when we were in the secret room (which Karyn insisted on calling 'The Room of Requirement'), so we decided to incorporate that, too. We wrote everything down on a scrap piece of paper, and finally Karyn pulled out the stone.
Karyn recited from the paper: "I wish that there was a secret, magical room that only Jon and I know about, called the Room of Requirement. I wish that both Jon and I could get to the Room of Requirement by saying the phrase, "I seek the Room of Requirement" and then opening a door within five seconds of saying this. I wish that this would make the door that either of us opens lead to the Room of Requirement, until we close it again, when it will become a normal door again. I wish that the Room of Requirement is large, and magically contains any furniture, tools, clothes, or other items that we want or need. I wish that we can leave the room of requirement by saying where we want to go, then opening the door within five seconds, and that the door will open into that place until we close it. I wish that nobody will ever look for or worry about someone who is in the Room of Requirement, and that people will rationalize a reason for anyone in the Room of Requirement to be away."
Nothing seemed to happen, and I realized that I had been holding my breath. "So, are we going to try this out?" I asked.
"Sure," said Karyn. "I think the closest door would be something inside the school."
We headed back into the school. One of the teachers stopped us, and asked what we were doing, and I made up an excuse about forgetting something in the classroom. We found an empty hallway, and stopped in front of the door to a supply closet. We peeked inside, and saw mops and brooms and boxes of garbage bags. We closed the door, and Karyn said, "I seek the Room of Requirement!" and opened the door again.
Instead of a supply closet, there was a large, well-lit room beyond the doorway. It had a comfortable-looking set of living room furniture in the middle, and the walls were lined with all sorts of cabinets and drawers. Nervously, we stepped inside, and closed the door behind us.
I suddenly felt a sense of panic rising inside me. I turned around, and said, "I want to go to my bedroom," and opened the door. On the other side was my bedroom, looking exactly as I had left it this morning. I shut the door, feeling a little more relaxed now that I knew I wasn't trapped here.
Karyn grinned. "This is awesome! No more walking to school!" she said. I grinned back - I hadn't thought about it, but this room was the perfect transportation device!
"Okay, I guess you want us to get you fixed up, hey?" said Karyn. "Are you comfortable pulling down your pants for me?"
I felt my face flush red. I didn't really want to do this, but since Karyn was apparently the only person who could put the prosthetics on and off, I guess there wasn't much choice. I was thinking about ways to make a wish that would let me do it myself, but I was worried about messing things up even more. "Okay," I said, reluctantly, and went over to the couch. I lay down and pulled my pants down around my knees.
Karyn followed me, and went "Oh!" when she saw my crotch.
"I know," I said, my face burning red, "I think I have a vagina now."'
"Can I look?" asked Karyn.
"Yeah, I guess," I said.
Karyn came over and gently started prodding at my crotch. She carefully spread the slit open with her fingers, and said, "Well, the good news is, you're not a girl."
"What?" I said, "But it looks..."
"No," Karyn said. "Trust me, I have an idea of how these things are supposed to look. You don't have a clitoris, a vagina, labia minora, or any of that stuff. There's just a small indentation with a tiny urethral opening inside."
"A what?" I asked, confused.
"You should have paid more attention in health class, Jon," Karyn scolded. "It's just a pee-hole."
"Oh," I said. "Can you... you know, attach something now?"
"Right," said Karyn, and went over to a big set of drawers labelled "Prosthetics". She looked in various drawers for a minute or two, and said, "It looks like this just has my boobs and wigs... just a second, and I'll wish up some for you."
Karyn went back to her backpack, which she had left on the floor by the door, and pulled out the stone. "I wish Jon had a variety of prosthetic penises with all the lifelike properties of my prosthetics, and that they were in this room."
I glanced over, and there were new drawers on the prosthetics cabinet. Karyn walked over again, rummaged for a bit, and came back to me. I felt something push against my crotch, and looked down as Karyn pulled her hand away.
The good news was that I had a penis again. The bad news was that Karyn had messed up.
"Karyn, that's not right!" I said, trying not to sound panicked.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"First off, I don't have any balls! Secondly, that is the smallest penis I've seen in my life!" The thing she had attached was barely an inch long, and looked like it belonged on a baby. Also, it was circumcised, and my original penis hadn't been.
"Sorry," Karyn said, "I thought it must have been small, because you said it flushed down the toilet!" She reached down and grabbed my penis, presumably to pull it off, but it was starting to get hard... apparently, I was getting aroused by having a girl look at my tiny penis. My face felt hot.
"Are you sure you don't like it?" Karyn said. "It's kinda cute..."
"Karyn, I..." I started, but I was at a loss for words. Karyn was slowly stroking my tiny cock. It got bigger and harder, but it was only about three inches long, fully erect.
"I hear that size doesn't matter," Karyn said, and then put her mouth on my dick. She started to give me a blow job. This was unexpected, as we'd never been more than friends before, but now that I thought about it, I realized that I had been wanting to have sex with Karyn for a long, long time.
"Oh no," I said, but it didn't take long for me to come. Karyn sputtered and spit as I erupted in her mouth.
"Ugh," she said, spitting out my semen. "I didn't expect that to happen so fast!"
"I think it's this penis," I said, lamely. "It's super sensitive."
Karyn laughed, and then reached down and gave it a tug. It popped off, and I was left with my hairless slit once more.
"I think we're going to have fun in here," said Karyn, with a wry smile.
