"Doesn't turning me into your family members make me closer to you?" Bill asked more confused than cautious.
"What?" Rob asked caught off guard by Bill's change in tone.
Bill was piecing it together as he was he was talking, which in hindsight isn't very smart. "You keep turning me into family members, I... think... you're looking for help with your family."
"What? Fuck you! No!" Rob said but Bill noticed that he didn't immediately make his fate worse, so he might actually be on to something.
"You hate me because my family loves me." Bill ventured... "Stop" Rob warned flatly.
"You don't respect your mom or sister very much, you think a 13 year old guy could do better... and you threatened me by saying you'd make me more like your sister." Bill reasoned, working it out out loud. "You had better shut up." Rob eyes flashed with anger, hurt, and fear.
"Rob?" Bill lifted his head realizing for the first time that something had been seriously wrong for a long time. "Do you want to talk about your dad?" Bill asked in earnest thinking he finally found a way to reach Rob.
Rob's face contorted and for a long second Bill couldn't tell which emotion was going to win, there were so many panic, desperation, hurt, rage, loneliness but eventually Rob's go to comfort emotion won, Anger of course. After a few seconds it was masked by a robotic lack of emotion.
"Rob, are you okay?" Bill asked growing concerned. The silence grew deafening as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Rob?" Bill squeaked in Vicky's body.
"You really wanna be a guy again. Fine. I wish Bill had his old body back."
"Thank yo..."
"I don't wanna punch my sister." Rob threw a surprise jab hitting Bill square in the face knocking him down and making him start to cry as he rubbed his jaw.
"My dad lives in a trailer, can barely hold down a part time job and spends every dime he gets on booze, cigarettes or weed." Rob said coolly. "Since you care so much, and want to work though 'issues' so bad I'm gonna give you the chance...I wish you now thought of my dad's trailer sofa as your home. I wish that you knew the area surrounding your home as well as you knew this area and vice versa. I wish that you couldn't remember anything about your family, nor they you."
"Rob what are you doing?" Ben asked still reeling from the sucker punch.
Rob ignored him and continued making wishes, " I wish that during your stay, you will absorb all my Dad's addictions and bad habits, as well as 2/3rds of your starting age difference, his mental hang ups. I'm sure you can work those out Mr. psyco.. psycololo.. smarty pants Dr guy. I wish you both would think of the relationship something reasonable and temporary until Bill is old enough to drink, then you will consider each other friends and try to make it easier for each other. I wish all documentation, clothing, food, and knowledge, would sort itself out as the two of you change. Finally, I wish that when my dad regresses to 21 he will leave and the trailer will become yours, he will think of himself as my older brother and take me away, while you will think of my mom as your ex."
Bill looked up, "What did you say? I heard you were talking but didn't catch anything, I'm sorry. What about your dad? If this is about me staying with him, it's only temporary."
Rob smiled, "I said, I wish you had the week off of school and I wish you were in your home."