After dinner, he went to his room and closed the door. He stood in front of the mirror, the rock in his hands. He looked down at them. Long elegant fingers the color of dark chocolate. Did he really want to be Janelle Madison for the rest of his life? Did he have a choice?
He had two choices. Make a wish to try and reverse, or embrace this. Wishes couldn't really be reversed, just amended. And there must have been a reason why he'd ended up as Janelle. He'd like to think a good one. It couldn't just because Janelle sounded like a female version of Jon.
He needed to do something. "I wish..."
