This was out of control. Michelle knew that she couldn't put a stop to it, since she technically wasn't Mikey anymore, but she could do something else.
Thinking for a moment, she decided on a wish that could work. Then she took the stone out of her purse and clutched it, saying "I wish that whenever I touch someone who has been affected by Mikey’s ‘musical closets’ wish, they realize who they really are with complete clarity.”
The stone glowed for a moment, then Michelle approached the busty cheerleader in baggy emo boy clothes.
“Amber, wait up.”
The girl tilted her head in confusion. “Uh… do I know you?”
“Kind of? I’m Mik- er, Michelle. Kind of. It’s a long story. Here, just take my hand. It will make sense in a second.” She extended her little hand invitingly.
The girl looked a little nervous. Having adopted the life of Derek meant she wasn’t especially versed in talking to girls, let alone gorgeous voluptuous French cheerleaders like Michelle. She reluctantly rested her fingers in Michelle’s palm, and as soon as she did her eyes lit up with a sudden realization.
“There we go. Amber? You in there?” Michelle smiled.
“Who’s Amber? I’m Amon.” Amon touched his throat. “What’s wrong with my voice…”
“Uh oh.” Michelle realized that the stone must have interpreted her wish differently than she anticipated, fast-tracking the mental process of discovering one’s new identity instead of reverting to the memories of the old one.
“What’s wrong with my hands?” Amon inspected his dainty manicured fingers.
“Yeah so about that… you might not want to look down.” Michelle warned, causing Amon to do just that.
“Holy shit! Am I a…” Amon gave his breasts a once-over, then his hand settled into his crotch, which he quickly pulled away from as if it were a hot stove. “I’m a girl!? I touched you and I became a girl! Turn me back, witch!”
“I’m not a… oh bon sang. This is gonna take some explaining.” Michelle sighed.
