Parks sat in last period class impatiently tapping his feet, waiting for it to be over. He had football practice after class and as a the star QB he couldn't wait to get out on the field and practice. Their team was doing amazing this season and the newspapers were agog with chatter that their team might be able to go all the way this year and win the national championships. A whole bunch of big ten colleges were fighting over Parks Monroe.
Parks pushed his shaggy dark hair out of his face and pursed his lips in distaste--god, math class was boring. He absentmindedly felt his considerable biceps and thought about how he couldn't wait to get to the gym; not that he needed it. Every girl in school drooled over his hot jock body, rippling with muscles and ripped to shreds, and his piercing green eyes and chiseled face didn't hurt either. He'd done a bit of local print work and had thought long and hard about taking his 6'3" frame to NY where he could surely have a career as a highly successful model, but football paid better.
Life was pretty good for Parks. He had the body, the popularity, and the skills; there was only one problem, a very big problem which occupied him mightily as he stared at his fellow team member, Jason Wang (a tall, hot, thickly muscled Asian boy)'s back rippling in a tight v-neck shirt. He thought he would give almost anything just to be able to hold Jason close, feel Jason's lips on his own... but he knew that everything would be over for him if he ever came out, so he had to hide his true nature by dating the hot cheerleaders he had no taste for. His skills in the sack were the stuff of legend but it was just another job to him, like school, and every day was filled with self hatred and longing for not being able to be his true self, which he hid behind the very successful veneer of football.
He felt a piece of paper crumpling under his foot... he hadn't dropped anything, had he? He leaned over in his seat and picked it up.
It was fairly crumpled. He 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 to see if someone was playing a joke on him, Parks scanned
the room and then looked back down at the note. Carefully he 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.
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.
Parks was confused. This had to be a joke. Maybe one of his team members had given it to him. Laughing to himself, he wrote...