“Hey, Jessica, I have to talk to you.” she said, her tone getting serious.
“About what?” I asked her.
“I just want to say, thanks.” She said, blushing slightly.
“For what?” I asked her.
She blushed even more. “For-“ she gestured down at her body with a wave of her hand. “Yeah the first few minutes were scary, and puberty was really tough, but hey, I love the power I have over men.”
Still uncertain, I pursued. “What do you mean?”
“You know. You turned me into a girl when I was eight.” She whispered. I laughed.
“I wasn’t sure you would even remember that.” I told her.
“How did you do it?” she asked.
“Remember my bought of heroics back then?” I asked her.
“What about them?”
“I saved an old lady from getting ran over by a car and she gave me a ring that could grant any number of wishes.” I answered her.
“Really?” my sister exclaimed.
“Yeah…” then I thought of something. “Do you remember me always being your sister?” I asked her.
“Well, yeah.” She answered. “Wait…” she cringed as it sunk in. “You mean you turned yourself into a girl?”
“Shh” I said.
“Right, but really! You did, didn’t you?” she asked.
I nodded, blushing as well. Then the door swung open and my husband walked in. “What are you two ladies so close to each other for? Whispering dirty secrets to each other?” he said. We turned back to look at each other and giggled. I stood up and walked over to Marc, hugging him. “Hey baby.” I said. It felt so natural, but still, so odd. He bent in and kissed me on the lips.
“Where are the kids?” he asked.
“Upstairs playing.” I answered.
He looked up, straining to hear any sound. “Really?” he said, looking back at me in doubt. He began walking upstairs. Joanna turned to me and began talking in a hushed whisper. “So, can I make a couple wishes?” she asked me.