"I don't remember any of that. I'm a completely different person now, but I have no memories of my new life. How am I supposed to live like this?" Myka asked, her eyes beginning to tear up.
Zendaya wasn't sure what was going on, but it was clear that Myka was very unsettled and upset about her mental state of things. But maybe she could help her. Whatever wish her sister made, it was obviously too much for her to handle. She could make things easier for her.
Gripping the stone, she said "I wish Myka would remember who she is now." The stone glowed, granting the wish.
"Wait, what?" Myka asked, not ready for it, before a torrent of memories flew into her mind. It was so overwhelming that she stumbled and fell to the floor, with a loud thump.
"Myka, are you okay?" came Lanie's voice as she ran into the room.
"Uh ... I think so," Myka said, grabbing her head. Sorting through her mind, she discovered that she had two sets of memories - one of Mikey's life, including the memories of that day when Mikey transformed into Myka, and one of Myka's life, which actually seemed more real to her. She knew she used to be Mikey, but it felt more like a dream to her. She was Myka Gibson, star athlete on the high school softball team, one of the most popular girls in school, and was hot. She was also a bit of a slut, not that it bothered her too much. She liked sex, so what? It wasn't like she was hooking up with random people. She did actually date. But she seemed to go through relationships way too quickly, bedding someone new once a week or so. She was also bisexual, but preferring boys over girls. She wondered if having the memories of being Mikey (a boy who was just starting to like girls, in that sort of way) had something to do with that. She didn't know, but she didn't much care. Sex was sex. Really, who cared if it was with a boy or a girl?
She stood up, not feeling weird anymore, being in a body of a 17-year old girl. After all, this was her body. It was normal to be a girl. In fact, she preferred it. And she was wondering if maybe she could somehow wish away her memories of being Mikey. Now, knowing that she was a 10-year old boy just that morning - that was the thing that weirded her out. Maybe it would be better if that part of her was gone for good.
And now, thinking back to the reason she was here at home instead of still at school, probably getting an amazing fuck from Steve Farber ... she felt totally different about the whole thing. Before she knew who she was, she was distraught about the whole thing, now she was angry at herself for letting a good thing get away. Steve was one of the hottest guys in school, with one of the biggest cocks. You know how long she wished that that stud would take notice of her and finally fuck her? Too long. He made the string of boyfriends she's had over the years look lame by comparison, and she tried to stop him! What the hell was she thinking? Of course, it was very possible that the sex wouldn't have happened anyway, thanks to the phenomenon causing people to wear other people's clothing, then become more like those other people, but even then she would have handled it differently, not acting like some rape victim. God, what did she just get herself into?
