"What was that loud noise?" he asked.
"Mom and Ruthie broke my lock and blew the door open with Ruthie's magic wand."
"Since when do you have a lock on your door?"
"Um...I installed it today", somewhat exaggerating the truth.
Dad then looked at Haley, who was busy putting her clothes back on, her face reddened a little in
embarrassment. He gave a friendly verbal greeting to her, and asked if she was Haley, my friend from school. I
had told Dad about Haley in the past, and described what she looked like.
"You could say that" said Haley.
Ruthie looked at Dad as if she were about to say something stupid, but my angry expression from a second ago
came back into her mind and shut her up.
Haley's mom was called, and thanks to my magic ring, she practically teleported there(in the space of a ten
minute drive, she got here in thirty seconds thanks to my ring. Nobody noticed the discrepancy since I wished
for that too). Haley waved goodbye to me, before pulling me into an embrace one more time before leaving. As
she entered the car in her pink pajama's, I got one last look at her curvy backside. I smiled salaciously.
***
Back inside, Ruthie was told to go to her and go to sleep pronto by Mom, and Dad didn't really push it when I
said I didn't want to talk about how Haley got into my room. Somehow though, I had the feeling that he already
knew. Mom followed me to my room, tucking me in like when I was a little kid, and we started to talk about
what just happened.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
*Sigh*
"No honey, just surprised. I probably shouldn't be. After all, you were into girls when you were a boy,
right?"
I shook my head in the affirmative.
"Are you mad at men?" she asked a moment later, turning my question around somewhat. There was a hint of a
smile on her lips.
"What?"
"Men. You changed into a girl today. Do you have something wrong with men, or boys?"
Thinking about it, I answered
"No. But now that you've mentioned it, I do think being a girl suits me better. I have greater variety of
choices as a girl. If I want to dress girly or as a tomboy, I won't be made fun of as much as I would as a
boy."
"Is that all?"
"No. I heard that sexual pleasure during intercourse is more intense as a girl. And we also have a higher
threshold of pain, so that's a plus. And we live longer than guys do on average."
"We're also physically weaker than men, discriminated in workplace, and in many parts of the world are still
second class citizens."
I didn't believe that I was going to be a second class citizen to ANYBODY with this ring on my finger, as I
could literally wish for everyone on the planet to bow down to my will now, but I didn't tell mom that. I
wouldn't ever do that, but the fact that I COULD made me feel that much more awesome and powerful.
"I think I can hang with the boys just fine, mom." I smiled at her cheekily.