"So, are you back to normal?" Jon asked Karyn in the hallway between periods.
"No, I still don't like what Joseph did with it. I would never have sex with that snoot Carly Carlson. I still wasn't sure I wanted it back, not after that."
"I fixed that, remember?" Jon reminded her. "There are no more swaps, only transformations."
"I understand that, Jon," Karyn assured him. "But according to your wish yesterday, which can't be changed, this really is Joseph's dick I have here. Why would I want a vagina made out of a dick? What do you think I am, some sort of transsexual?"
"That doesn't leave many options," Jon observed.
"Well, I'm not giving Joseph his silly dick back," Karyn asserted. "Not after what he did with my vagina."
"He's got the wand, Karyn. When he's ready, he'll use it."
"No he doesn't," Karyn revealed. "I have the wand. I made him give it to me so there wouldn't be any slip-ups."
"But if you're not going to transform with Joseph... No! Karyn, you can't involve anyone else in this mess!"
"Already did," Karyn stated with a wry and superior grin.
"Who?" Jon demanded.
"Carrie Carlson, Carly's younger sister. I always hated that tight-ass, neat-as-a-pin, goody-two-shoes attitude of hers. Plus, everyone figured she was a virgin. No sloppy seconds for me. You know what, though? Everyone was wrong!"
"What! Carrie Carlson did it? And you found out? How?"
"How do you think, Jon? By checking out the, uh, new merchandise, so to speak. There was clear evidence of, uh, tampering with the, um, seal. So then I had to swap, or mutually transform, or whatever you call it with the only person in school I absolutely knew was a virgin."
"Who?"
"Be careful the next time you're in the boy's room, Jon."
