As the days passed, James got to know a lot about Wilma. She was 18 years old, kind, caring and funny but also moody and a bit of a recluse. He figured she may grow out of that. She also had an amazing body and seeing her undressing in front of him was one of the very few perks of his current predicament. She even insisted on taking him in the shower with her a few times, which he found odd but was hardly going to complain about. Wilma looked after him well too, keeping him well fed and watered so on one level at least things could have been a lot worse.
James wanted to tell Wilma of his predicament but obviously communicating was a huge challenge. On top of that he wasn't sure if she would help him even if she could understand his situation and would have been concerned about sending her to confront the wizard. He'd probably just turn Wilma into a frog too, and that would make James feel terrible.
Nonetheless, he couldn't just leave things as they were. Somewhat surprisingly for a late teenage goth, Wilma enjoyed reading fairy stories and one afternoon she was flicking through her copy of the frog prince. On one page there was a colourful illustration of an evil wizard transforming the prince into an amphibian. James realised it was now or never - he leapt out of his tank and onto the drawing of the unhappy looking, newly transformed prince.
"Haha! Yes, he's like you. Wow, you're pretty smart for a toad Obi-Wan!" Wilma laughed. James croaked excitedly. Wilma's next words shocked him:
"You can understand me, can't you?"
James was momentarily stunned into silence. He hoped he wasn't blowing his chance, but she continued.
"If you can understand me, croak twice for yes, three times for no"
"Ribbit! Ribbit!"
Wilma looked excited now "if you used to be human, croak twice for yes, three times for no"
"Ribbit! Ribbit!"
"Oh wow!" Wilma exclaimed "this is so awesome!"