You can't shake a feeling of embarrassment when you arrive at the restaurant wearing a girl's blouse. You know the wish you made is taking care of people's awareness of your transformation, but you still feel out of place. It doesn't help that, all through dinner, your mom keeps looking over at you, glancing at your hair, and making a discouraged face. You hope it will grow out to a more even length soon.
Your dad talks to you about activities. He says you should try out for volleyball or tennis. He brings up your brief stint in little league baseball, which you remember with disdain.
"Dad," you say when you notice he doesn't bring up one particular subject. "I'm actually more interested in basketball. Remember how I said we'd been playing it in gym and I really liked it?"
Your dad looks puzzled. "No, I don't remember that. Maybe you talked about it with your mother?" He looks over to her and she shakes her head, bewildered.
"Honey," your mom says, "Are you sure basketball is the best idea? It's not that you aren't athletic. You...well, you're just rather short for it. You may be at a disadvantage compared to the other boys."
You frown. This development was unexpected. You didn't think getting shorter would have a significant impact. You concede the matter to your parents for the moment, taking some time to think about the situation.
When desert arrives, you turn your spoon idly in the gourmet chocolate pudding you ordered. Your mom had said "other boys," which meant you were still being recognized as a male. Girls had a basketball team at school as well, though, so there is still a chance you can make that team. As long as your shrinking doesn't go too far. You're mad at yourself for not describing your girl form in better detail in your original wish.
Once you get home, you have to get straight to your homework. It's difficult, but not impossible. The biggest problem you encounter is trying not to be distracted by your need to check on the progress of your transformation. You keep glancing at yourself in the vanity mirror that has appeared in your room. Your room itself has changed slightly. In addition to a floor-length mirror in the corner, the walls have turned a lighter shade of blue and the carpeting has turned to white. Several stuffed animals are gathered on top of your dresser, animals you had put away in a box some time ago. You find yourself delighted to see them again.
Right before getting into bed, you check yourself out thoroughly in the mirror. Your hair is looking a little better. Your bangs have grown well beyond the point of being called as such, now reaching your chin. The rest of your hair is more balanced in length, with the longest hairs in the back reaching your shoulder blades. Your lips look a bit thinner, as do your eyelashes. Your body itself has thinned out quite noticeably, except around your hips.
You go to take a leak, and surprise yourself by automatically sitting down on the toilet. Your girl instincts seem to be manifesting themselves more strongly. After you're finished, you notice your penis is only half its normal size. You feel a bit regretful about its loss, but the excitement of what's to follow seems to outweigh it. You probe the area directly behind it and find a small opening, so thin you can't get anything but your pinky inside. It feels strange, but vaguely pleasant to touch. It doesn't go very deep, as you can't get your entire finger inside, but you know what it's going to grow into.
With excitement about what changes tomorrow will bring, you tuck yourself into bed and fall fast asleep.