“I'm not spending the rest of my life as my own kid sister,” snapped Bill, disgusted with his new, smaller, feminine body. Picking up the Grellstone, he made another wish: “I wish we were back to normal.”
Nothing happened.
Kimberly (in Bill's masculine body) started giggling.
“Shut up!” Bill hissed. “You're making me look like an idiot.”
“Why isn't it working?” laughed Kimberly.
“I don't know,” said Bill impatiently. “It's... of course. I'm not angry enough. Kimmy, quick do something to make me angry. That'll somehow power the wish and make the Grellstone work again.”
“I get to go to high school today!” Kimberly said, sticking her tongue out at Bill. “And you have to be a little girly-girl middle schooler. Nah-Nah, Nah-Nah, Nah!”
“Stop it!” yelled Bill. “You're acting like a girl in my body. People think that's really me.”
“You said I should try and make you mad,” replied Kimberly. “How's this: MY NAME IS BILL AND I LIKE TO WEAR MY SISTER'S SKIRTS AND DRESSES AND ACT ALL SISSY AND...”
“Shut up!” shouted Bill.
“I'M BILL!” Kimberly continued to yell. “AND I'M A SISSY BOY AND I WISH I WERE A GIRL INSTEAD AND...”
“Damnit Kimmy!” yelled Bill. “While you're in my body, I wish you'd act like a guy!”
The Grellstone suddenly flared brightly again, then winked out.
“Oh, no!” sighed Bill, suddenly more frightened than angry. “Now what have I done?”
“Sorry dude,” said Kimberly. “You told me to piss you off and stuff. Anyhow, this isn't so bad being a guy. I kinda like it actually. I don't hafta worry about being all prissy and how I look and stuff. Hell, I can't believe I used to care so much about clothes and make-up and hair. Say, why don't we just stay this way for a couple days? I don't really wanna be a 13-year old girl again any time soon. Being a guy is way more fun. You can just keep my body from now on if you like.”