Joy woke up. In the bed with her was Alan, her best friend. But the other night, they had had sex again. Now with the removal of the wish, it was embarrassing.
"Uh, Alan..." she said.
He stirred, apparently awake. "We, uhhh... Joy, you'd better send me home. I can't believe we did all that for the past week. I'm ready to puke... no offense, Joy..."
Joy picked up the stone and said "Yeah, you'd better go. You're a friend, but I never wanted to do that with you. God, I feel like a hangover, only it's a different kind of hangover. A love spell hangover. I wish Alan is home, and his family never noticed his absence last night, and my family never noticed he was here."
Alan disappeared, but Joy's memories of being eager for his penis inside her were hard to forget. Thiat morning she stayed in the shower twice as long as usual, as if to wash the experience away.
She ended up having to wish herself clothed and in school. She looked down at herself and the clothes weren't exactly what she had expected, but they'd have to do. But now what?
