Before you can talk yourself out of it, you quickly take your new measurements, then wish yourself back to being a girl. You're not sure why this is happening, but maybe it's some sort of weird quest. Like, you wanted to be a guy, so this strange power will stay in place until you accomplish your reason for wanting to be a guy. Or so you try to rationalize. Either way, you rummage through your drawers for money you stashed from your last birthday, then grab your bike and head for the nearest general store.
You quickly scoop up a tank top, some sweat pants, socks, and sneakers. You even grab a pack of boxer shorts, since you're not exactly sure what size briefs would fit you and you are definitely not going to change into a guy in the store. As a cover, you also get some cheap girl's t-shirts and socks, and practice your excuse in your head in case you run into someone you know: "My lazy big brother's paying me to pick up stuff for him." Thankfully, all goes smoothly and you are soon back home again with your loot.
This time, you ready yourself by removing your clothes and pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. You could do the change nude, but it kind of weirds you out. Noticing a glint out of the corner of your eye, you remember the ring, which is still on your hand. Taking it off, you set it on your dresser, as you don't want to wear anything you ever wear in your girl form, just in case someone notices. Finally, you step in front of the mirror, give yourself a determined look, and say softly, "I wish I was a guy!"
You squint after a few seconds. Nothing seems to be happening. You repeat it again, with a bit more assertiveness, but still, no flush of warmth or wriggling reflection in the mirror. Did you wear out your wish? Maybe you could only use it two times. But it did work both times. What was different now? In the bathroom you weren't wearing anything when you changed back...any clothes, that is. You stare at the ring, which sits innocently on your dresser. Could it be? Was that the source of these changes? But it was just a cheap coin machine prize...wasn't it? Telling yourself you are crazy to believe it, you still put on the ring and say one more time, "I wish I was a guy!"
This time the change is nearly immediate. The familiar wave of warmth comes with the change in the mirror. You gawk at the ring in awe, but then hear the mantle clock downstairs chime three times. The game is at 4! Maybe your changes were just because of the ring, and not because of your desire to play, but that's no reason you couldn't play anyway. After all, you've come this far. Pulling on the clothes and shoes you just bought, you give yourself a once-over in the mirror. There was a resemblence to Zach, but it could be passed off as coincidence. There was no way anyone would actually recognize you...right?
That's when a thought hits you. How are you supposed to get out of or back into the house like this? A neighbor or someone you know might see you. Your parents might come back before you get home. You can't come in with boys clothes. Quickly, you shove a girl's outfit into a duffel bag and carefully sneak out the back door and across the yard to the shed. The neighbor's annoying dog barks, but you manage to slip inside without anyone noticing. It's a fairly large shed, with enough tools and clutter to hide your bag. It even has a light, so it'll be easy to change clothes before going into the house. Relieved you have thought of everything, you slink out of the shed and clamber over the back fence and through the empty lot.
At a decent jog, you finally approach the baseball field where you know Zach and his friends go to play. Sure enough, in the distance you see Zach warming up on the mound as his friends toss a few balls around. As you near, they gather together by home plate to figure out the teams.
"...Look, since we're uneven you can take Luke and Rob, but we get Vince," you hear Jason negotiate with another of Zach's friends, who is obviously on the other team.
"Man, you guys always get Vince!" you hear another boy grumble. Well, you think, it's now or never. Taking a deep breath, you trot over to the group.
"Hey, looks like fun. Can I play?" you pipe up.