The stone disappears from your hand, and the room spins again. Suddenly, you're in a girl's bedroom in the apartment above the restaurant. It's not extremely pink or frilly, but it still has a nice feminine touch in the decor. On the wall across from you is a dresser with a large mirror on top. You can see that you're still female, wearing the dress the old woman made. You get a good look at yourself for the first time. You're a young girl, obviously of Chinese ancestry, but not apparently full Chinese. Your hair is in the "ox horns" style popular among Chinese girls of the early 20th century, and you recognize the dress you're wearing as a "qipao." As you look at yourself in the mirror, your mind floods with new memories, though they don't replace the old ones.
You remember that you're the old couple's granddaughter, the child of their daughter and her American husband. Your parents died when you were small, and ever since you've been living with your grandparents. You're fourteen years old, and working as a waitress in the family restaurant, as well as helping your grandmother with the cooking. You're homeschooled, so that you can fit in both work and school.
You realize suddenly that your last wish altered reality so that, although you can remember being a man, everyone else in the world remembers that you were always a Chinese-American girl. You hear your grandmother calling you, reminding you that you need to start work soon.