Suddenly, Fred heard someone yell upstairs for him to come down to dinner. He didn't recognize the voice, but it was kind of far away, so he wasn't surprised.
He was surprised, however, when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen.
His dad (Thomas) was sitting in his usual spot at the table, but moving around behind him, with his back turned, was someone who Fred didn't recognize. But judging by how the guy dressed, it was pretty clear that this guy must have been gay. Tight pants, tight shirt hugging his lightly-muscled body, his short spiky hair light brown with frosted blond highlights. And the way he moved, with his hands hanging limply from his wrists ... yeah, definitely gay. What the hell was someone like this doing in his house? His dad hated sissies just as much as Fred did, so how could his dad let someone like this into their home and not be upset about it? And where was his mom (Stephanie)?
"Who's that?" Fred finally said, pointing at the obvious fag, breaking out of his momentary shock.
His dad looked puzzled, then said "That's your father. Who else would it be?"
"But you're my father," Fred said.
"We're both your fathers. Fred, are you okay?"
It was at that moment when the gay stranger turned around and Fred got another shock. The man had his mother's face. It was more masculine, but it was definitely her's. What ... what the hell was going on? Had his mom turned into a man? How was that possible?
"Thweety, you don't look tho good," the gay male version of his mom said, with an obvious lisp. Oh my god! Fred thought. My mom turned into a gay stereotype! He suddenly worried how other people would treat him if they found out that he had an effeminately gay father. Maybe he'd be the one bullied. Unknown to him, reality had changed, so now anyone who knew his family would already know that he had two fathers, one of them just as he described. As far as anyone but Fred knew, nothing was different. "Maybe thome food will theer you up," his new mom-turned-effeminate-father said. "I juth made the mothe fabulouth meal. Right, honey?" he said to Fred's real father.
"Oh, yes," Fred's real dad said, smiling. The effeminate man bent down and kissed his dad on the lips for a moment, causing Fred to become ill. None of this could really be happening, could it?
Suddenly, something occurred to Fred. If his mom was a man now and was married to his dad ... didn't that make his dad gay too? His illness just flew up another level.
"Fred, you don't look good at all," his real dad said. He then turned towards his "new" husband. "Stevie, look at Fred. I think maybe he shouldn't be eating anything."
Stevie? That was his mom's ... er, his new dad's name?
"Oh, I think you're right, thweetie," Stevie said, his hands on his hips.
How could any of this be happening? It just wasn't possible. Feeling distraught and confused, Fred then made his second wish.
"I wish ..."
