Carole sat in history class, torn between finding the subject interesting and at the same time really dull. Looking up from her notes, she saw that several of the students were either sleeping or doing something other then paying attention. Only a hand full, herself included, were paying attention as Mr. Payola lectured up at the front of the class.
Looking down at her notes, she was suddenly hit by a ball of paper. Looking at it as it bounced on her desk and then came to a stop, she peered up and looked around.
The only person she could see that could have possibly thrown it was Jared. Casting dirty looks at him, she slowly opened the note, amazed that even though it had been crumpled up, it showed no signs and remained flat and without creases. Suddenly words began to form on the paper. Looking up, casting more dirty looks at Jared, she scanned the room and then looked back down at the note. Carefully she read.
Imagine that you can change something about your life. Anything, no matter how large or small, can be changed. It can have something to do with your body, or people you know, or the world around you. What's more, you will be the only one who is not oblivious to the change. The world and everyone in it will exist as if what's been changed has always been that way.
Imagine that you can change something about your life. Anything, no matter how large or small, can be changed. It can have something to do with your body, or people you know, or the world around you. What's more, you will be the only one who is not oblivious to the change. The world and everyone in it will exist as if what's been changed has always been that way.
Write your wish below, sit back and enjoy. Feel free to make as detailed a wish as you want. If you aren't satisfied with your wish, you may rip up this paper to undo the change and return your life to the way it was before. You are granted only this one wish, so wish carefully.
Looking back up, Carole asked herself, "Is this some sort of hoax or does this note actually do like it says?"
Curious, she tapped her pencil on the thought, thought of tossing back to Jackie, who had thrown it at her in the first place, decided that she didn't wanting a geek like that getting something like this, and the began to think of a wish.
The one thing she always disliked in life was being a girl. She had gone through a tomboy faze, but beyond that never really considered herself transsexual or transgender in any way. She just didn't like being a girl.
She was upset the way boys only focused on her butt, crotch or breasts. The way boys seemed to get everything handed to them, complained about life not being fair, while she as a girl had to work for what she wanted. She was upset about having to wear bras and having a period. And the fact that about once a month she had to stick a tampon into her vagina or wear something that felt like a diaper.
A wish in mind, Carole began to write.
'I wish,' she wrote 'That I could be a boy. And not just any boy, a human male, perfectly happy and suckling at my mothers breast right now. I would grow male, be happy and lead a long, healthy life. No one would remember me as Carole, just as Charles. The transformation should be instantatious and occur right as soon as the bell rings at the end of class.'
Setting down her pencil, Carole looked up at the clock and silently began to count down to the end of class. The moment the bell rang, things shifted violently for Carole.
Instantly the world faded and melted like a painting someone had thrown turpentine at. Suddenly she felt her clothes disappear and something soft like a cloth diaper covered her privates, which had started to push out into a penis and testicles. As her chest flattened, her hair receded, she regressed back to infancy and much of her baby fat returned, Carole slipped away, unaware that she was now a he.
Something pressed to his lips and Charles realised that he was hungry and began to suckle at the nipple before him. A cool breaze against his skin made him shiver and a woman's voice cooed, "Is my little Charles cold? We'll get you into something comfortable in a bit."
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In the classroom, no one noticed as one of their own had suddenly disappeared. As Jared, now Jackie, slipped out of class, the note forgotten, the piece of paper slid off Carole's desk and floated to the floor. As it drifted down, the words written on it vanished.
Lying on the floor, the note would remain there until the class was used next; some time after lunch period. And then it would be picked up by a student who needed a piece of paper.