After reading the note, Earl took the stone, held it tightly, and whispered, "I wish a piece of chocolate cake would appear on the desk in front of me."
Something happened out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked down, he saw a piece of delicious-looking chocolate cake.
"Holy cow!" he muttered.
The first thing Earl then thought was, "I've got to make sure that Jon doesn't miss the stone."
He held the rock and said, "I wish that I was the only one at this time who knew about the wishing stone or my father's inheritance."
Then he thought about the fantasy that had turned him on for many years, a fantasy that he had never even shared with Linda.
Earl almost worshiped the female body. He felt fortunate that he had ever had the chance to explore his wife's female body before she shut him out. He had never had much self-esteem, and now it was lower than ever.
His fantasy was to be able to experience a female body for himself, firsthand. Many men had similar fantasies, he knew, from reading stories on the Internet. The difference for him, though, was that he fantasized of swapping his head onto a female body. Something about this fantasy, although strange, had an overpowering appeal to him.
He suspected that it had to do with the incongruency of a male head on a female body that amplified the attributes of the womanly body. Just thinking of his fantasy right now was giving him a raging hard-on.
Without thinking, he grabbed the stone, and said, "I wish that Linda and I would swap heads, so that our heads, and consciousnesses would be housed with each other's body, and that this would be done with no harmful physical side effects, and so that no one, other than me, would think it strange."
Immediately, after voicing the wish, his vision went dark.
