Sarah pondered whether to fix the wish just yet... maybe it had just been Jon? Maybe everyone was more like her in a different way. Suddenly her ringtone jumped out at her, and she fished through her purse for her phone. "Hello?"
"Hey baby, 'sup?" her boyfriend Biff asked, and without waiting for an answer, said, "I'm coming over."
Before she could say 'okay,' he hung up, and she decided to postpone the wish. How was Biff like her? It wasn't the voice, that's for sure. She quickly stripped out of her dress, exchanging it for a tank top and shorts; Biff loved her legs.
Did he ever, she realized as he came in: he was in a black mini dress and what she lovingly referred to as her neck-breaking heels. He gave her his customary private greeting, a kiss and a grope, made all the weirder by hands just like hers doing the groping. She kissed him back and gave him the same treatment; Sarah had never been crazy into herself like Tiffany was, but there was definite appeal in the female body, especially one like hers. Something grated on her, though. If everyone does look just like me below the neck then how will we reproduce, if I keep them this way?
Sarah smiled a mischievous smile. "Biffy, could you leave the room for a minute? I need to get something ready..."
That was all it took. With him gone, she picked up the rock and made another wish. "I wish half the people in the town had male genitals instead of female." After another uncomfortable flash from the stone, she realized instantly what was wrong with that wish.
Biff came back in, cupping Sarah's new balls with his hand. "I need some filling, baby," he said, smirking lecherously and pulling her toward the bed...
