Slowly the weeks passed and you spent the summer attempting to locate the note, wanting nothing more to tear it up and bring Cynthia's mom back, not caring for a moment that it might make your friend just as miserable as she currently was.
But, slowly as the weeks went by and you spent more and more time as a girl...engaging in activities and social norms aimed at a young girl of five years of age...the note gradually began to fade from your mind. And when school started in the fall and you began to attend a school for gifted a bright youths with Cynthia, you had forgotten the note completely.
Now, a full month after the new school year had started, another person finds the note and contemplated whether it was a huge joke or if the piece of paper could actually do what it said it could.
Looking up from his notes, Tyler looked briefly across the study hall, watching several girls talk amongst themselves. After a bit, he thought, "How lucky for them," and returned to the notes he was editing from his last class.
At the age of eighteen, and in his senior year of high school, Tyler had a secret he not only told nobody about, but also refused to do anything about, feeling that the societal norms that had been hammered into his head were right and what he was feeling was just wrong and made him abnormal...a feeling that had been with him, and in some times caused him to be really unhappy, since he'd been about five...a feeling that everything in life said was unnatural...a feeling of wanting nothing more than to be the opposite sex and gender.
Erasing something in his notebook, he looked up briefly as a couple of cheerleaders entered, thought, "I wonder how fun it is to be a cheerleader," and then mentally chastised himself by thinking, "No! Those thoughts are wrong!"
Looking back down at his notebook, Tyler was surprised to see that someone had dropped a folded piece of paper onto his work. Glancing about, see nobody near, he reached down and unfolding the note, he began to read what was written there...something he was sure could be nothing more than a joke.
Unhappy with your life...or even how society or some outside force governs on how you should live it? Imagine, if you will, that you could make a wish and change whatever you are unhappy with. A small wish or a large wish, it can be done. Change something with your body. Your mind. The world around you. And the great thing is that you, and only you, will be aware of the transformation. The world around you will still continue, completely oblivious of what it happening to you.
Interested? Well then, just write whatever you wish just below. What specifics? Unsure about what the outcome? Just make your wish as detailed as possible, sit back and enjoy what is happening.
Unsatisfied with your wish? The answer is simple: Just rip up this piece of paper and your life will return to the exact point in time that you made your wish. So, if you want to wish for something, now is the time. You have one wish...choose carefully and happy wishing.
Sitting back, staring at the note, rereading it, Tyler looked about the study hall, his eyes stopping every once and awhile on the young females sharing the class with him. After a moment of thinking, he finally reached forward and picking up his pencil, he asked himself, "How does one wish to become female? And is this note for real or is someone pulling my leg?"
Tapping the pencil's eraser on the note, Tyler thought about what he had before him. After a bit, the bell rang and he realised that what he really needed was to get to his next class. Hastily gathering his books and cramming them into his backpack, he took another look at the note, folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket.
Four hours later, school let out for the day and Tyler took the bus home. There, he trudged up to his room and closing the door, he laid down on his bed...only to realise that something in his pocket was digging into his hip.
Digging the item out, he unfolded the piece of paper and reading it, he suddenly remembered the note he had found...or had been given...during study hall. Standing, he walked toward his desk and laying the note flat, he reread it yet again. As he reread the piece of paper, his thoughts drifted and he thought about borrowing his sister’s clothes again…”Just to see how I really should look,” Tyler thought to himself and then promptly attempted to bury these feelings.
After a bit…lost in various thoughts about make-up, clothes, doing his hair and what boy at school was really cute…he finally reached for a pencil from the cup on his desk and telling himself, "Well...what's the worst that could happen," he began to think of a proper wish that would make him happy.