"I think I'll fix that" Tabitha said with an evil smile.
Tabitha cleared her throat loudly and paused a moment, intending to address the room of genderbent men together. It soon became clear that the moment Tabitha waited for was not nearly long enough to calm all the confusion, panic, girlish screaming and groping of various body parts taking place in front of her.
"Whatever," Tabitha turned to me and shrugged. "I'll just make the wish and let these boys find out for themselves, when they're not so... busy."
"What are you going to-" I began to ask, but got interrupted. Tabitha wasn't sparing me any moments either.
"I wish each and every ex-male in here who just changed would find they have new ID that matched their new body and that as far as the rest of the world outside knows, those identities are completely real and always have been," Tabitha watched a pornstar hugging a catgirl and (just be sure) added, "no matter how weird they may be."
"That doesn't exactly fix things," I said quietly. "Those poor girls still remember being men, even if the rest of the world doesn't."
"That's why it's called 'punishment', Jo," she replied, and at that moment I saw on Tabitha's face, the most dreadful smile I ever saw on another person. This wasn't just a lesson in gender she was handing out, she meant to enjoy it too.
"They still can't leave," I noted.
"Oh, well then...