After Ballet classes, you head home, glad about the wish and the way things have turned out. As you walk home, you tell yourself, "Things couldn't get any better than this."
Home, you let yourself in and call out, "Mom...I'm home," and then dropping you pack on the floor you head for the kitchen.
Inside, you grab a snack from the fridge as you sit down, your mom enters and greeting you, she sits down. Looking at you with a serious look, she asks you, "Honey...Are you happy?"
Slowly drinking a can of juice, you think it over and then nodding, you reply, "Yes ma'am."
Your mom nods and then placing a hand over yours, she takes a serious look and explains, "I know that you like going to the all girl's school you are attending. But, I want you to think on something. Something we started to talk about this morning."
Taking another sip, you ask, "What's that?"
Smiling, you mom replies, "Well, your twelfth birthday is coming up in a couple of months and as you know the school year will be ending shortly after. Next year, you'll be in the sixth grade. Well, honey, were I am going with all this it...well you have been dressing and acting like a girl since you were four years old...and your father and I both accepted this. But, well, what I trying to say is that you need to make a decision on whether you want to continue this lifestyle or not."
Another sip of your juice and you think this over, not having given this much thought over the passing day or when you made your wish. As you think, your mom continues.
"What I am trying to say is that you have been taking antiandrogens since you were about five. Now, what I want you to consider is if you what to take this to the next step and start taking the other two hormones Dr Gelvaris suggested. You don't have to give an answer right now, but I want you to think about it honey."
Nodding, you take another sip of your juice and after a bit, you tell your mom, "I'll think about it."
Gently squeezing your hand, she leans forward and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Standing, she tells you, "That's my girl. Now, go and change out of your school uniform and start whatever homework you have. Dinner will be ready at its usual time."
Nodding to this, you sit and finish your juice. As you do this, you listen to your mother tell herself, "Thank whomever that we found such an accepting school when you were only six," as she exits the room, leaving you to think over what she just said and the outcome of your wish.
After a bit, you finish your juice and tossing the can into the recycling bin, you head out of the kitchen and collecting you pack you head for your room.
Inside, you stop as you see that the room you barely remember from this morning is now that of young teenage girl's room…a girl heavily active in ballet and gymnastics. Sighing, telling yourself, “It cannot be helped,” you slowly shuck off your nylons and hanging them on a hanger in the closet, thinking as you do this, "I'll wash them later."
Next, you head for your dresser and withdraw a pair of bib-overalls and a girl's one-piece underwear. Shucking off your clothes, you look into the mirror that now sits in your room, memories telling you that your father bought it for you when you were about nine years old.
Reflected back is a very skinny and very feminine looking boy. Tucking your penis and testicles back, you look at yourself, turn sideways and then after a bit you take a panty-liner out of the second drawer of your vanity and placing it in the center of the onsie, you pull the underwear on.
As you pull it on, you make sure your penis and testicles remain tucked back, although you know it doesn't matter because of how small they are. As you pull on you bib-overalls, marveling at how they accent your young feminine body, it dawns on you about the skull-cap and wig that appeared shortly after your wish. Hesitant, you reach up and attempt remove the wig and skull cap, but are quickly discouraged when it becomes clear that this is now your own long hair and not some wig.
Puzzled, you run a hand through the long locks, wondering if maybe you should just rip up the note and hope for the best outcome. "Or," you think to yourself, "I could go along for the ride and see what happens."
Standing in front of your mirror, you puzzle over these options and many others. After a bit, you make your decision.