Luckily, Myra's key still worked in the lock, though that didn't really prove anything. "I'm home!" She yelled out in her high, naturally-rude voice. Mom responded, surprisingly. "Welcome home, honey." She looked the same as ever, walking into the living room. "How was your day, dear?"
Myra shrugged, heading up to her room. "It was fine, nothing special." What a lie that was. She searched for the rock in her room, finding it among a pile of unwashed skirts, shirts and underwear. She was already tired of this. Holding the rock in her palm, she clearly stated, "I wish I was normal."
The rock flashed, but... nothing happened. She still had acne. She still had a beautiful face under it. She still had tiny girly hands on stick arms. She still had enormous breasts. She still had a penis and a vagina. Why didn't it work?! "I wish I knew why I wasn't change back to normal."
She gasped as the information entered her mind. It was because...
