A year and a half could have passed then. My mind had already been a jumble, such a hopeless knot of emotions and magic and questionable memories I could scarcely even begin to untangle, wouldn't even know if I'd really want to untangle if I happened to have time, which I didn't. And in the middle of all that, damn him, my lovely dearest just had to offer me his dick.
My throat relaxed and went dry. My palms grew sweaty. My eyes were locked between his legs, and dammit it all, the traitorous space between my own was growing excited in kind. I knew what he was asking from me. Hell, any middle schooler with internet access and irresponsible parents would have known what he was asking from me! And it was becoming increasingly hard to justify not giving it to him. Even just thinking about it made me feel awful now. Allison was supposed to be Ryder's perfect, lovey-dovey little girlfriend, and who didn't want a girl like that at beck and call? I-... This was definitely the Stone thinking for me, but I had been a guy once too. Maybe in a way this was my chance to "be the change"? Maybe this was all some strange and convoluted karmic retribution somehow, giving me a chance to fulfill the old fantasies from the other side of a bed. Certainly, the best kind of girlfriend was the one that would do anything to please her man, the Stone had made sure I believed that now. Doesn't Ryder-... eh, actually, forget about Ryder, wouldn't anyone d e s e r v e that from their girlfriend?
But the fact of the matter was, I just wasn't his girlfriend.
"R-Ryder..." I began, shakily. This may very well have been my last real card to play, and I couldn't afford to screw it up. "H-How long have you had the Stone, without telling me?"
The sly look left his face. He scowled, sighed, and barked back "Oh my god, DOES IT MATTER!?" Suddenly he was up on his feet, and I was abruptly reminded very viscerally which of us was the taller and stronger. "WHAT the FUCK is your problem!? What the fuck do I have to do to get some damned sex out of my girl, do I have to straight up wish for it!? You know what, why not, I wish that as my girlfriend you'd do what I say, no matter what!"
"RYDER!" My body tingled again, the magic of the stone crashing through it once more. "Ryder, stop! You don't get it, I'm NOT your girlfriend!"
He didn't seem to like that, and was about to yell something at me again.
"I mean, I'm not Allison!" I got there first. "I don't remember being Allison! The Stone made me this way, I wasn't like this 2 weeks ago, I wasn't ANYTHING to you 2 weeks ago!"
That gave him pause. "... You already knew about the Stone?" he asked suspiciously.
"YES!" I sighed in relief. "I already knew about the Stone. I already botched a Wish on that fucking thing, in fact. It's a long story, and I know it's unbelievable, so can you just, make a Wish for me, please?" Here goes nothing. "Can you make a Wish that I'd explain all this clearly, and quickly, and honestly, so that you know you're getting the real story? I just want you to understand, what I'm trying to tell you."
He looked uncertain for a moment. Eventually, he shook his head in resignation, muttered the Wish in a "let's just get this over with" kind of tone, and sat back down to listen to the story so far, from my point of view.
"... and that brings us up to now," I finished.
"That does answer a lot," he nodded, contemplatively. Initially he'd been skeptical, but as the story went on and things started falling into place he'd grown more interested, asked me a question or two to line things up more with his own perspective on things.
"I'm sure it does. Look, honey..." I took a deep breath. "Honestly, I'd just be happy if I could get out of all this madness the same way I came in. I'm not getting the Stone back or the Magic Computer thing or whatever else, I just want things to go back to the way things were. And the way I see it, you want that too; you don't want Jon the dorky teenage boy, you want the Allison you know, and with the Stone, we could have it both ways, yeah? You could wish Allison and I were twins or something, and have your way with her, and I-..."
Suddenly, Ryder burst out laughing.
"Is, uh, something funny?"
"That's it? That's the entire reason you told me this long-ass tale you've been on!? You were just pleading for mercy!?" He guffawed. "How small do you think I'm thinking, Allie? This here," he brandished the Stone. "This doesn't just get me the Allison from before this John's stupid computer thing messed her up. It gets me my perfect little Allie, and anything I want from her. From You. And You need to stop thinking of Allie as being some separate person, whose life, by the way, you've been ruining. I wish that you had all Allie's memories, from before you jumped into her life."
My head ached a little. Nothing else happened immediately; there wasn't a flash before my eyes or anything. The first indication I had of my new memories, in fact, came from a look at Ryder, with a fresh and newly frightening perspective. This was not the boyfriend I'd known. I'd had suspicions before, but now, comparing the Ryder I dated to this unscrupulous, narcissistic-
"Actually, why stop there? I can do better, I'ma modify that wish," Ryder continued impulsively. "I wish you also remember life as the submissive little fantasy girlfriend I want you to be~."
Now, my head ached a LOT.
