The afternoon passed uneventfully, except for the occasional scratching of Jack’s newly anointed beard, but the next wish came soon enough. Jack’s stomach rumbled, and as he headed to the microwave with his packaged dinner, he tripped over a pile of junk spilling form Ken’s open closet door. Not that it had any other option. There was such a heap of dirty clothes and forgotten textbooks that it wasn’t possible to close the door anyway.
With a sigh, Jack muttered:
“I wish Ken would clean out the closet.”
This one was a cinch. After resetting the bar of normalcy, the time was ripe for my second major change.
“I wish Ken would clean AND COME out OF the closet.”
I snapped my fingers and Ken sprang to his feet. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let me take care of that right away.” As Ken started to clear away the pile of rubbish, Jack nodded approvingly and grabbed his dinner from the microwave.
Ken cleaned up the closet in record time while Jack ate, compulsively moving on to dusting the shelves, wiping down the mini-fridge, and even (finally) making his bed. When his side of the room was spotless, he turned to Jack and cleared his throat.
“Jack? I have something I need to tell you.”
Jack turned around, clearly surprised that this roommate was actually talking to him. “Yeah, what is it?”
“I… I’m gay. I have been for my whole life, and I just thought you should know.”
Jack’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “O… K… Well, this is definitely surprising. I was under the impression hat you were a real pussy hound once you… started working out. Um… Just as long as you keep your hands and eyes off me, we’re good.”
Jack nervously pulled his shirt back on, side-eyeing his roommate. He clearly wasn’t comfortable having a gay man in his bedroom. Little did he know, that was about to change.