When I woke, I realized that I was on my bed and it was pitch black, meaning several hours had passed. Unsteadily, and hoping all or at least most of the last day was in fact some kind of dream or warning of my mind, I glanced at my alarm and saw it was 2:30. "Okay, I'm..." I started to say, but I heard my even higher, girlish voice. Instantly, I shot out of bed, and fumbled for the light switch. The second I could see, I screamed.
"Oh my god." I gasped, shocked that somehow my room had changed. My desk had turned into a vanity, all my posters were gone, and that a patch of my wall next to the vanity had turned a pale pink color. My computer, or rather, its casing had also turned pink. Shaking, I started to search my clothes and saw that my underwear that turned completely into panties, and worse, a bra had appeared next to the panties. My jeans were history too; they had been replaced by either multiple copies of the St Mary skirt, or worse, a pink skirt that may or may not had been in the process of becoming a dress, and a few other skirts. I wasn't sure what had happened to my other clothes, and I wasn't keen to find out. Feeling sick, I stopped searching my clothes and saw some other things, namely the vanity and what I assumed was my backpack, which had last been seen abandoned with Karyn. The backpack was in the process of changing onto a bag like what a St Mary student would use, but more concerning, was the vanity. On the side were some earrings and a silver bracelet, clearly for me, and next to them were the cosmetics. Horrified, I saw the mirror and caught my reflection. I screamed again.
I had changed again. The first thing I noticed was my breasts. The nipples were larger, darker, and more worryingly, two lumps had started to push out. They weren't big, but they were clearly breasts. The worse change was to my face. All my features had softened, my lips were fuller, and eyes more prominent. It was clearly a girls' face. One that its makeup removed. I screamed again. Unsurprisingly, that got attention. Zoe opened my door. She looked tired, annoyed but she had a slightly guilty look in her eyes. I must had awoken her, but I didn't care. "What have you done to me?!" I yelled.
"I owe you an apology. Guess you weren't crazy" Zoe said." She yawned.
"What.."
"Ï saw you collapsed, so I took off your makeup and put you to bed. Even I don't wear my makeup to bed. I had thought about using one of your new nightgowns to cover you, but ."
"Zoe!" I protested.
"What did you expect me to do, Anna?"
"Zoe" I protested again. "What have you done? You made a wish, didn't you?"
Zoe hesitated. After being pressed be me, she nodded. "Before you arrived from the mall last night. I knew you were freaking about the bitch so I wished that you didn't have to worry about mom seeing you as a girl."
"What?! I can't believe you did that? Have you lost your mind? Do you know how that could backfire? Give me my stone."
Zoe scurried away and returned to me, a minute later with the stone, but I could see she was reluctant. "Don't do anything stupid, sis. I'm going to bed" Zoe yawned, passing me the stone. Angry, worried that I was being molded even more into being Anna and tired, I placed the stone on my vanity and fell asleep.
