You chew on your pen, thinking about what to wish for. You ponder an idea you've had for a long time: a desire to experience life as a girl. It could be a lot of fun. Plus, if the note was right, everyone would accept you as having always been a girl, so you wouldn't be in any trouble.
You think about the best way to make this wish work. You're in the middle of class, and you don't want to draw attention to yourself. Maybe the class wouldn't notice, but you don't know the exact way in which you'd change. Maybe there'd be a bright light, or loud noises or something.
Besides, you'd like to savor the transition from male to female. That way you could take your time to get used to the changes. A drawn-out transformation would definitely work best.
Writing as carefully as you can to avoid spelling mistakes or using the wrong words, you create your wish.
I wish I would become a girl. The change should happen gradually over a period of time, between 1 and 5 days.
You pause. What kind of girl would you be? You wonder about the different girls in your school. You'd like to be something definably female. If you were turned into a tomboy, it would half defeat the purpose of the wish.
The kind of girl I'd become would be somewhat stereotypical, and unmistakably female. At a glance, there should be little to no evidence that I was once a boy.
My mind would be mostly the same, except for a few changes that would make me think and act more like a girl.
You try to come up with something more to include. Reviewing what you've written, you decide it's best to throw in a way for you to tell that your transformation has finally ended.
The very last thing to change should be the complete disappearance of my penis.
You feel a bit silly mentioning your crotch, but the idea of using it as a benchmark makes sense. You won't have it after it's all over, so you should enjoy it for as long as you can.
You think you should write a proper ending to your wish, in the off chance the note won't do anything until it knows you're finished.
This is my wish. Please make it come true.
You jot the final period and then sit back in your chair. You're not sure what should happen next. You stare intently at the paper, wondering if it will glow or sparkle. Nothing happens. You wait. Still nothing.
The electronic tone that announces the end of class squeals in your ears, startling you. As the students stuff their backpacks and leave their desks, you slowly organize your things, feeling foolish. You wonder if the note was just a prank after all. You fold it up and put it back into your math book. As you walk to your next class, you find yourself again wishing for something to liven up your day. At least, if nothing else, the note was an engaging distraction for a little while.