"But I don't want to---" said Jon.
"I can imagine you'd be awfully frightened by whatever happened to you," said the coach, "but that's what this is for. You need to get examined. Your parents need to know that you're sick."
"I'm not sick!" exclaimed Jon.
"Dude," said Jay, "if I had started turning into a chick I'd make sure to ask a doctor what's going on. I wouldn't just let it slide. Besides, what if it's contagious and it happens to all of us?"
"It's not contagious!" replied Jon. "I've just been transformed."
"You're not thinking right," said the coach. "You have no way to know if it's contagious. I don't understand why you're so reluctant...."
Jon grumbled and said "Never mind. It looks like I don't have any choice."
The coach dropped off Jon at the school nurse's office, and would not leave until he was satisfied that Jon had entered. When Jon did so, he was greeted by a middle-aged woman who asked "And what's the matter?"
"I've turned into a woman below the waist," replied Jon. He really hadn't wanted to be there at all, let alone explain what had happened, and he certainly wasn't going to say "The panties feel good and I need to be like this to keep my magic powers anyway." But what had happened was a little bit too obvious.
"Oh, really," said the nurse, eyeing his legs. "I suppose they chose the person with the most feminine legs to pull this prank but I wouldn't start wearing pantyhose if I were you."
"It's not a prank!" yelled Jon. He struggled with himself--should he drop his pants and underwear and prove it? No teenager wanted to expose himself like that, especially not to display problems with his anatomy. No, there was a much easier way to get through this: "I wish you'd believe me!"
The nurse stepped over towards Jon and kneeled down. She looked at his legs, his too-small feet, his unmasculine lower figure. "Oh my god," she said. "You're right." She walked over to a cabinet and rummaged for something. Picking out a folder she took out a signed form--one his parents had signed long ago. She punched the number written on it into the phone.
"Hello? Mrs. Madison? He's not in any immediate danger... he's a girl. No, not all girl, just everything from his waist down. No, why would I look at those? It was obvious. You mean you didn't know? He wasn't like this yesterday, was he? I see... Well, if a student is injured at school we have to be careful. No, I don't know if it happened at school but we can't take chances.... Mrs. Madison, it really did happen. We're either sending him to the emergency room or home. No, you'll have to see for yourself...."
In the end, the principal drove Jon home. It was irregular, but it wasn't very common for a student to be seriously injured. It was even less common for a student to be obviously injured, yet not bleeding or otherwise in any danger.
Jon waited; his mother would be rushing home from work and would see him soon. She had no idea exactly what had happened to her son, but she'd soon find out that he was no longer a "son" at all, strictly speaking. And it would be the second time; she had learned of it before--Jon had just wished the memory away. He could wish the memory away again, but just wiping memories would be as temporary a fix as it was before. He didn't need to make people forget, he needed to make them not worry about it. Jon sat down and thought about exactly how he needed to word that wish....
