John stepped into the locker room and crossed the room to her locker. She'd gotten a kick out of sneaking into the boys' locker room and watching Sarah and Carl get what was coming to them, but it was time to head back into the girls' locker room and get ready for class. After all, she didn't want to get caught like Sarah and Carl had.
She spun the dial to her locker and opened it. Reaching in absentmindedly, she felt around for her gym uniform.
"What the...?" she said. She looked into her locker. Her gym clothes weren't in there. Nothing was in there. Had she taken her clothes home to be washed last night? She didn' think she had. Weird.
Oh well, she thought. She could just wish herself up a new set with the stone.
Wait. She suddenly realized she didn't have the stone in her hand. And she was wearing a skirt today, and a tank top, which meant she didn't have any pockets. And she realized she didn't have her backpack, either. Had she left it in the boys' locker room? She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, tried to remember, tried to concentrate. So hard to remember...
Sarah. John's eyes snapped open. Sarah had grabbed it. And she had made a wish, hadn't she? John tried to remember the wish, but her memory was so hazy. It was like she had just blocked out that part of her memory, like it had vanished completely. She had been sneaking out of the boys' locker room, and Sarah had seen her, and asked why she'd been in there, and had threatened her, and then she'd grabbed the rock, and...
Oh no. Oh NO. John felt her whole body seize with a sudden panic. Sarah had the stone now, and pretty soon she would figure out what it was capable of. And then... and then... John didn't want to think about the consequences of that.
"ExCUSE me, Mister Smith," came a voice from behind John.
The voice snapped John from her concentration. She looked around, and suddenly realized all the girls in her gym class were staring at her. Some of them were smirking, others looked horrified, and several of them were covering up their chests, and a lot of them were laughing and whispering, but none of them were ignoring her.
"What is the meaning of this, Mister Smith?" said the voice again, and John turned around and found Mrs. Johnson glowering at her.
"What do you mean?" John asked, baffled.
"What is it with you boys today?" Mrs. Johnson asked. "Did you talk to Sarah? Did you two plan this together?"
"I--" John began.
"You will leave this room immediately," Mrs. Johnson said, "or I'll be forced to escort you to the principal's office."
"But I'm a... I'm a girl..." John protested. Her classmates eruped in laughter.
"That's it," Mrs. Johnson said, grabbing John by the wrist and dragging her to the door. "I've had it with this behavior."
Mrs. Johnson was a lot stronger than John, so John could only follow her helplessly. As she followed Mrs. Johnson, though, the truth slowly dawned on her. She realized what Sarah had wished for. Realizing what John had wished for, Sarah had decided on a fitting punishment: she had made everyone think John was a boy, even though she remembered she had always been a girl.
