Jason, compelled by some unseen force, pulled the sticky note off of the wooden fence and read it aloud. "I wish once a day, my body will, over a space of ten minutes, grow a body part I desire sexually on someone else, and that it would be seen as normal for me and I were expected to show it off."
Somehow, he said all of it in the same breath without becoming short of breath. He shrugged and ripped it up, tossing a piece into each garbage can he saw on the way to his house and his room. "That was really weird," Jason mumbled, locking his door and booting up his computer. His last webpage opened up automatically as he opened Firefox: a search on gender changes. He'd started very specifically on what Becky had said happened to her, a debilitating disease which he was very sure centered on her boy parts, but that got no useful hits. It mostly just got disgusting pictures of mutilation.
By now, his search had broadened to include supposed magical gender changes as well, which turned out to be an enormous subject. He had to know what exactly had happened. Something like that just didn't occur out of nowhere. It couldn't. He sighed, abandoning his search for now and opening the dozen folders one by one which masked his stash. By the time the very first picture loaded, he'd forgotten about his troubles, smiling blissfully at one of his favorite pictures, cock out of his pants and in his hand in an instant. He had no idea of the first thing he saw, nor did he care, unaware that in ten minutes he'd have that very thing.
