Sarah woke up an hour before her alarm, excitement and anxiety warring inside her chest. A sense of uncertainty that had become her persistent companion. Knowing that she wouldn't get any more sleep today she slowly made her way out of bed.
The wishing stone had featured heavily in her dreams that night. Sometimes there had been someone smiling as they ripped Sarahs life apart one wish at a time. Sometimes Sarah had been the one uttering wishes. And a less coherent one that switched seemingly randomly between a teacher scolding her for making wishes in the middle of class and scolding her for playing with her phone.
And for a brief moment she feared the brief flash and the sight of Karyn holding the stone had just been another dream. But no! That one had been real! As usual she'd had to repress the impulse to walk up to Jon and Karyn yesterday when she saw them hanging out. Not to make some snide remark like her memories claimed she had done a hundred ties before but to join in o their chatter. But the one time she had tried that Karyn had basically hissed like an alley cat, and that had been that. A part of her still seethed at giving ground and retreating without answering Karyns catty remarks. But another part insisted that she should treat Karyn like a friend for some unfathomable reason. So Sarah had kept her distance ever since that morning a bit over a week ago, when Sarah had woken up feeling like a square peg in a round hole.
Until that morning Sarah had known her pace in the world, but all that certainty had evaporated overnight.
It had taken her a long time to put her finger on the source of that dissonance. All her memories were of being Sarah McMillan; the platonic ideal of the hot alpha-bitch. But what if there was a difference between remembering a life and having actually lived it? What if she had the knowledge to be Sarah but not the experience? But how would that even work? Only when she saw the rock, things had finally clicked into place. Just like that all of Sarah's fears that maybe she was slowly loosing her sanity, had evaporated. Because there had been no doubt in her mind that this rock could grant wishes. She had seen it do so before, after all.
When she hadn't been Sarah.
There was the usual moment of instinctive denial as her eye fell on the mirror on her closet followed moments later by the now familiar surge of not-arousal. The expectation that something should stir at the sight of a pretty girl wearing nothing but panties and a thin camisole. And like every morning for the past week nothing happened. The first time it had taken her nearly a minute to accept that the athletic blonde in the mirror was indeed her. By now she had the process down to about ten seconds. A part of her was worried at how easy it had become to convince herself that being Sarah was what she deserved.
To accept that waking up to a strange absence between her legs was her just comeuppance for betraying a friend. For making a selfish wish she didn't remember.
To convince herself that she was allowed to be a hot, athletic, popular and rich. That it was ok to not to hate every minute of it. Maybe even enjoy it.
Sarah wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to her old life even if she could. She didn't remember what she looked like, but she still had moments where she subconsciously expected her belly to be a bloated source of shame instead of the tight perfection Sarah had now..... which was certainly a big hint. During those confused first days there had been a nagging certainty that being a girl meant she was missing out on things she used to have, that she'd lost privileges and abilities for good. Having to sit down to pee had suddenly felt so much less convenient than being able to just unzip her trousers like a guy. It had also led to the first creeping worry that she was starting to loose her mind.....
When she snuck into the boys bathroom at Lakeview High last Thursday on some weird hunch, she'd found a cracked tile above the urinal right where she expected it too. The crack had felt oddly familiar too, like she'd ended up staring at it during the countless times she stood in that spot before. But according to her memories Sarah had never seen that tile in her life. She wasn't the kind of girl who'd drag a guy.......
Right. Sarah let out a deep sigh, as the image of dragging boys into bathrooms reminded her she'd have to do something about Biff. She remembered why old Sarah stared dating him. But fact was, that this Sarah would rather kiss a hedgehog than some puffed up jock drunk on his own hype.
And now that Sarah knew her problems really were magical in nature and not the result of some hormonal imbalance or brain tumor, she finally felt secure enough to stop with the half measure and start making life-altering decisions. While she still didn't love being a girl, she could no longer say she hated it either. But she definitely disliked being a spoiled elitist bully and especially being unable to hang out with Jon and Karyn because they remembered her being a bitch 24/7.
Sarah studied the contents of her wardrobe: Now which top would best say 'I'm turning over a new leaf' and go well with her shoes?
