"Oh," I simply nodded. She was right. It wasn't something I relished talking to her about. Still, it seemed like the best way to see if this had really happened. My mind was far too jumbled to try and think clearly, and I was pretty sure Karyn's was too.
I stood up, and then hunched down and reached underneath my bed.
"Under the bed Jon? Really?" She looked at me, "Because nobody's ever going to look under there?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice. I pulled out a small metal box, the one I'd made in my shop class a couple of years ago, and started fiddling with the combination lock.
Finally, I pulled the lock off and opened the box. We both looked inside and we both failed to contain our shock.
"Um," I said again, looking at the open container. This was not the stash I remembered, and realizing that Karyn was looking at it too, only made my embarrassment soar.
The magazine on the top of the pile was called Torso, and on the cover was a picture of rather buff guy leaning back against something. He had his arms raised over his short, kind of scruffy brown hair. His well defined mid-section was completely exposed, and his lightly bronzed skin seemed to glisten. His lower body was clad only in a pair of tight silver boxer briefs, and it wasn't hard to make out his... He was obviously aroused, straining against the boxers, we'll put it that way. I heard Karyn stifle a giggle, but I didn't care. I slid the magazine aside and looked at the next one.
This one was called Mandate and it featured a fully naked guy lying on his stomach and looking back over his shoulder at the camera with a smile. His ass was on full display and it was difficult to look away. Looking through the rest of the pile, two things became obvious. They were obviously older, probably handed on to me by somebody else, and they were... well... I noticed as I tried to flip through a couple of them that some of the pages were stuck together. They were obviously well used was, I guess what I was trying to say.
Feeling the way that I was straining against my own pants right now, it was obvious that the wish had worked. I looked up at Karyn who was trying desperately not to burst into laughter. I tried to think of ways to explain this, maybe... Everything I came up with was stupid.
"Guess it worked, huh?" Karyn said. I simply nodded. It was extremely weird. I knew for sure that I was gay now, but i could also remember what it had been like to be straight as well. I could remember all of the pent up desire I'd felt for Karyn the last year or so, even the dream or two that I'd had about her, the ones I'd never tell her about. Now when I looked at her, I felt something different though. I still thought that she was a beautiful girl, and I would even still have labeled her as attractive.
Just not to me.
"Well," she said, looking down at the pile of magazines. "It worked for you, but..." She looked back at me, a look of concern showing in her eyes. She flicked a strand of long blond hair away from her eyes.
"But what?" I asked, hoping I didn't look as concerned as I felt.
"Well," she said, a little too uncomfortably for my taste. "When I look at these pictures they just make me wanna..." She paused, looking back at me. "Anyway," she told me, "I'm obviously not gay." Karyn paused, apparently considering something in her mind. "But," she finally said firmly, "The wish worked on you, so there's no reason it shouldn't have worked on me... Unless..."
"Unless what!" I pleaded, sliding the magazines back into the case and closing the lid. I climbed back on the bed and sat cross-legged across from her. "Unless what Karyn?" I repeated.
"Well," she said, "It would explain a lot..."
"What would explain a lot?" I asked leaning in, still surprised that I wasn't the least bit interested in her chest anymore. Instead of glancing down at the modest cleavage she was displaying by leaning forward toward me, my eyes stayed on hers.
"It's obvious now," she said slowly. "We did swap," she said slowly, "But... you were gay already..."
"NOT TRUE!" I shouted, but she kept right on going.
"It makes sense Jon, if you think about it. I mean, you've never dated, I've never seen you so much as look at a girl..." Obviously reading the terrified expression in my eyes, she broke into a maniacal laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked angrilly.
"The look on your face," she said between laughs, pointing at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, irritation replacing the confusion and worry.
"I'm sorry," Karyn said, calming down. "I was just messing with you Jon. I'd need to see something a little more attuned to my new tastes, but those guys did absolutely nothing for me."
"Not funny," I told her, starting to calm down a little myself.
"It is a little Jon," she said, the playful smile still planted on her lips, "But I'm sorry." She nodded. "I'm guessing you don't have anything here, at least not anymore, that I could look at?"
I thought about it. "The computer," I told her finally. "You know I've got internet."
"Right," Karyn said, climbing off of my bed and walking to the computer desk on the other side of my bedroom. She sat down in the chair and moved the mouse to deactivate the screen saver. Karyn got online and I watched as she entered several words into the Google search engine. Finally, after she'd looked at several pictures that I would have found rather enticing only a few minutes ago, she turned to me.
"Well, it's official," she said firmly, "Karyn Black is a lesbian." I simply nodded.
"Now what?" I finally asked.
"Well," she said, staring down at the stone. "I think we should make a couple more wishes, just to augment this one, and then I think we would see how it plays out over the next week."
I looked at her and nodded as she sat down on the bed again. "I have an idea," she said, holding the stone up again. "I wish..."
