Everything seemed fairly normal that morning, although it was still a little strange to have two moms. Sure, his former father looked more like a man than a woman, but she was still a "she" and his birth mother was now into women, whereas before she wasn't sexually attracted to the same sex in the slightest. She was 100% straight. Well, not anymore.
The rest of his family seemed exactly the same. His sister Zoe was still a Goth and his little brother Mikey was still ... well ... like himself.
Even Karyn was the same. He was glad that she was still his friend in this new reality. They met outside the school, discussed what kind of wishes they could make, then decided to wait after school to make more.
Everything was going great that morning ... until Jon entered the school. On his way to his locker, he spotted Biff Meadows, football player and bully. Normally, he turned away and minded his own business. But today, he found himself leering at the muscular boy. And he noticed.
It happened so fast, Jon couldn't even prepare himself. One moment, he was casually walking down the hall; the next moment, he was being shoved against the lockers.
"If you look at me like that again, you little queer, my fist is gonna be the last thing you ever see," Biff spat into Jon's face. He pushed Jon against the lockers again, hard, causing Jon to grow weak in his legs and collapse to the floor.
"Come on, Biff," said his fellow jock friend Randy Goodman. "Beat up the faggot later. We gotta get to the gym. The coach said he wanted to see us before school started."
Biff looked irritated, but he backed off anyway. "Fucking queer." Then he turned away and headed down the hall with Randy.
Jon looked in their direction, his eyes burning, and clutched the stone. "I wish ..."
