Deciding that this was not what you wished, you make the decision to find the note. Grabbing your pack, you first begin to search it and then your school books and notebooks. After an hour of searching futilely, you finally sit down at your vanity, trying to remember what you did with the note after you made your life-altering wish.
When no answer presents itself, you stand and begin to pace. After a bit, you find yourself moving, naturally, first through different gymnastic routines and then shortly after that through various Ballet forms.
Mentally forcing yourself to stop, you decide that you want to go over to a friend’s house instead, telling yourself, "Might as well get some help on my homework," as you collected your pack.
Exiting your room, you make your way through the house, pausing as you pass your mother to tell her that you are going over to Cynthia's place to do your homework. Your mother nods and tells you be home in about two hours for dinner and agreeing, you give her a quick kiss and rush to the front door.
Grabbing your coat and shoes, you ponder over whom this Cynthia is, to which you immediately get the answer that she is just like you: transsexual and into the same interests and hobbies.
Asking yourself, "How can this get any weirder," you slip on your shoes and then your coat and exit the house, passing your father on the way out, who greets you with the same question he asks you everyday..."Have a good day at school?"
Nodding, you explain you are on your way to Cynthia's to which he simply tells you to be back in time for dinner and not to keep your mom waiting.
Agreeing once again, the question of how parents could stand to nag so much crossed your mind, but you push it off as you chose to think on other matters. Walking toward your friend’s house, you mentally begin to sort things out.
Top of your thoughts is that you are a boy in an all girls' school. But it so happens that you are a transsexual boy. And the school you have been attending since the age of six is like an advanced prep school for gifted youngsters. "Yeah! I'm gifted," you silently tell yourself as you remember how you had to start kindergarten at the age of six.
"Well," you think. "It can't be all bad." as you remember that the school work your are doing may be aimed at the classmates of the fifth grade of the school, but any other schooling system would dream of presenting the materials you are learning until high school.
Sighing, you look up as you realise that you've reached your destination. Walking up the walk, you knock and are immediately greeted by Cynthia, who pulls you in, telling you as she does, "I just found the weirdest thing I have ever seen. It's this piece of paper that supposedly grants whatever wish you want. I mean, it has to be a joke, right?"
Unsure, you shrug and then ask to see the piece of paper she's talking about. Taking you by your hand, Cynthia leads you back to her room and after closing the door, she rushes across the room and pulls a piece of paper out from between her notebooks. Handing it to you, she gushes out, "What do you think?"
Reading the text, and thinking that it sounds a little different, you hand it back to her and shrugging, you tell her, "It could be someone's idea of a practical joke. And possibly a real cruel one at that," it what you hope is a level and even tone."
Taking the note back, Cynthia looks at it and then asks, "Well, what if it is true and this can grant one wish. Wouldn't it be cool if we could finally get what we always wanted and be real girls?"
Horrified, but trying not show it, you tell her in an indifferent tone, "Yeah? And what happens if someone finds what you have written and decides to use it against you? Or maybe even me? I don't think I'd like to be put on the spot like that...and I don't think you would either."
Grinning, Cynthia sits down and taking a pencil out of her backpack, she tells you, "Well then I'll write in pencil so I can easily erase it if it doesn't work. Okay?"
Unsure, thinking fast, trying to come up with some counterpoint, you draw a blank. As you stand and think, Cynthia thinks your silence is a form of agreement and after a bit, she tells you, "I'm going to write my wish on here. And I am going to write it so that both you and I are real girls. Now, you can either stand there or you can come sit next to me and help me make this as detailed as possible."
Still unsure, wanting more than anything to take the note away and rip it up, and hope that it undoes your wish, you finally sit down next to your friend. As you do so, she shifts so that she is laying on her stomach wish her feet up in the air, kicking gently back and forth. As you adjust to match her, she asks you, "So, any suggestions on how to make this so detailed that there is no hope that we might miss something and mess this up?"