Tapping your pencil silently on the paper, thinking over all the things you have ever wished or wanted to happen in your life, you find yourself drawing a blank as to what you would want changed. Looking back at the note, you stop tapping your pencil as your mind settles on one idea.
Glancing about the classroom, noting that the teacher was still droning on about something or other that you are sure is important for understanding mathematic formulas, but really don't care about, you turn your attention back to the note, realising that the idea you had settled on a couple seconds ago has begun to take on new and more details.
Sure that it is a good one, you think for a moment more and then slowly you write out;
'I wish that the school I am currently attending would be more interesting. That the classes would teach something relevant and useful. Admission would be more selective and dependent on certain factors. Punishment would not just be detention, but other forms of deterring people from doing certain acts of bad behaviour...and this would also feed into the course studies...but would not be any form of cruelty...though a slow transformation is the likely outcome as a way to teach something. When people attend, they have to wear school uniforms...Something simple, fashionable and giving an air of no nonsense. Dorms are used, but rooms are only for singles...no two people doubling up in the same room. People attending range from the age of ten to eighteen, when they graduate. I am currently ten at the moment and have just been sent here by my parents, having fulfilled the requirements. I am not happy about what is going on, but that is how life works.
'This is my wish. When I put down my pencil and close my eyes, I will count to ten. When I open my eyes, I will find myself in transport on the way to my new school.'
Tapping your pencil against the paper, not quite ready to put it down, you reread all that you have written, looking for any flaws or something that will lead your wish astray. Unable to find any, you think that the only way to really find any problems would likely be centred on you having a higher IQ and quite possibly being a lawyer.
Sighing, you glance around the classroom, hope that this all not some elaborate prank, set your pencil down, and folding the note up you place it into your pocket. Slowly closing your eyes, you begin to count to ten.
By the time you reach five, you are tempted to open your eyes as you feel yourself shift, but after a moment, you restrain yourself and continue counting.
Opening your eyes, you immediately gasp as you find yourself looking at a wire mesh and looking about, you realise that you are in the back of a van. As you take in your surroundings, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you have just aged back about four years, a female voice up front announces, "You are going to come to like Madam Yu's boarding school. I guarantee it. And it will cure all those horrible masculine traits you have begun to pick up. I guarantee that as well."
Startled, you lean forward, unsure what this woman is taking about and glancing at the road before you, noting for the first time that it is night, you look at the driver, the only other person in the van with you, and hesitantly ask, "What do you mean by curing masculine traits?"