Offhand, I couldn't remember a "Gay Away" spell from the Harry Potter books or movies, but there was a chance that my homophobic sister might do something stupid with the wand once she realized that her sister wasn't gossiping about boyfriends with her. I silently wished that the wand would only affect me, Haley, mom or dad if I (or Haley in the case of a spell affecting her) gave permission. That should do it.
Dad had made another superb dinner, and I temporarily forgot about my recent changes in relaxing into another day of family discussion. It was easier to keep focus and participate in the conversation as a girl. Ruthie was bubbling about her new magic wand, and my parents were interested in it and surprisingly accepting. My transformation was referred to a few times, but not treated as as big a deal as Ruthie's new wand. Surprisingly, no one connected the two events.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text from Haley, and Mom gave me a quick glare as I pulled it out. "After dinner, Josie" she said.
I thought about using the ring to make her give me permission to read Haley's text, but no, that way lay madness. I realized what an awesome responsibility the ring was, and how difficult it would be not to be corrupted by it. Haley was right--now that I had made my change, I would be better off with the thing out of my life. But that didn't seem to be an option.
Fortunately, nobody asked me if I was interested in guys now.