"I wish that woman was now a man-hating lesbian, but would still keep her original homophobic mindset and memories," Tabitha said. "I want her to suffer with her new feelings."
I cringed a little, but figured that this was better than what I expected. For all I knew, Tabitha could have wished that woman was a monkey or a piece of rock. All things considered, this wish wasn't too bad. And it would put that woman in her place for being mean to us.
"But I'm not completely heartless. All lesbians should have a chance to be happy," Tabitha added, after a moment. "I wish that when that woman finally expresses her love for another woman, the other woman would instantly become a lesbian (if she wasn't one already) and gladly return her love. I wish that some short time after that, they would get married." She paused, then said "There, I think that should do it. Now, let's go find some men to change."
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Margaret still felt disgusted, seeing those two young women holding hands like that. She looked back at them, to sneer at them again, but this time something was different. They weren't disgusting to her anymore. In fact, she thought that they were a cute couple. She almost wished she had a woman she could love just as much.
She shook her head. What was she thinking? She wasn't a lesbian. And she knew homosexual behavior was a sin. But ... she couldn't deny her feelings. What was wrong with her? She tried thinking of Robert, the man she was spending time with at her church (she hoped that one day, they might actually go out on dates and maybe even get married), but the moment she thought of him, she immediately felt repulsed. Men were so ... hard and hairy ... so masculine. What she needed was someone soft and smooth ... and feminine? What in heaven's name was wrong with her? How could she think these things?
Margaret quickened her pace to get away from those two beautiful women. She needed to clear her head and think. Something had happened to her, but what?