John looked his girl over, and was about to put the rock away. He loved her just like this and if he wished to realize what she had done, it was too high a risk.
But even though she looked at him with that wanton desire she almost always had, there was a sadness in her eyes that made him felt a hug splash of guilt.
"Okay, my babygirl..." she cooed at that, and smiled to him. Anytime he called her that she would give that "come here" look and they tended to make love. He could see her feeling that away already, but another part of her seemed distressed at the emotions she was feeling.
"Karyn, sit down please, I need to talk to you seriously." He pushed his arousal back as much as he could. Yes to take her right now was certainly what his loins wanted. He wanted almost every hour, if not minute, to be with here - she was amazing in bed! But the part of him that made him, hopefully, better than the normal jocks in the football team won out.
Karyn lowered herself to the bed, and seemed to fidget a moment, as if battling between undressing, and just giving in to the emotions she was feeling or trying to calm down.
"What did you wish for?" John was to the point, but he knew with her that if he tried to make the conversation more intelligent it would just be lost.
For a moment Karyn looked confused, and then nodded, "Oh like... to be... like um... " She thought a moment about her wish. "To be like myself and stuff."
John rubbed his head, and thought that over. Putting two and two together he asked, "Did you used to be like you are now, before the wish?"
Karyn again looked perplexed and tilted her head, "I like, have always been... well like a girl and stuff."
John chuckled, but thanked god for that - he couldn't and won't believe that maybe Karyn - the love of his life - had been a man. That thought sent shivers through his spin. "No, I mean, were you always like you are now?"
You could almost see the thoughts working in her mind, and they worked slowly.... finally she shook her head.
Just what John feared, the wish she had made did something to her, and made her and made her different. He wondered what it might be, after all, he remembered her always like this. What if she had been ugly, or maybe what is she had never been his girlfriend?
He looked to the stone a moment, and thought about his options. He couldn't allow her to be sad, but could he wish her to accept this reality, or should he try and fix it?
