"Oh, great" I thought. "Now I've probably wished that my sister be a lesbian, something totally awesome that she in no way deserves. Alright, I wish I knew what that last wish I wished about Ruthie actually did."
With a stunning feeling of surprise, I realized what my wish had done. Nothing. Ruthie already knew what is like to be a lesbian because she already was one, just in hard, hard denial. My anger at her homophobia, the same homophobia that had made poor Haley's life a living hell, was softened by pity.
At this point I considered my options:
1. I could wish that Ruthie stop living in denial and come out, which would hopefully end her homophobia.
2. I could wish that Ruthie turn straight, which might not end her homophobia, but would at least cool it down by depriving her of the self-hatred that fueled it.
3. I could do nothing, respect Ruthie's autonomy, and expect that things would work out in the end.