Not really taking any time to think about it Mikey blurted the first wish that came to his mind, "I wish that I wasn't gay." As he looked away Mikey felt that something very strange was happening to his body. It felt like parts of him were melting and moving, remolding themselves somehow into a new shape.
As he looked back at the stone sitting in his hand that rested on his lap he first noticed that odd way that his shirt stuck out just a little bit in the front. "It's never done that before" he thought, a little confused.
He tugged out the neck of his shirt so that he could look down it and investigate. Never having seen real live breasts before, especially from that angle it took him a minute to deduce that was what he was looking at.
As soon as he realized what he was seeing he dropped the stone, which promptly rolled under his bed, and grabbed at his crotch with both hands. "It... it's gone..." Mikey whispered to himself in disbelief. "My penis is gone!" this time quite a bit louder. Mikey quickly covered his mouth to stifle his newly feminine voice before his shouting woke anyone else in the house up.
Then it began to dawn on him. In trying to avoid ever having to stick his penis in a girls slimy vagina he had not only lost his penis but gained the very thing he had been trying to avoid.
With a mixture of bitter tear at the irony and the loss of his manhood Mikey cryed himself to sleep.
