Quick Fix It

'I can fix this!' I thought to myself, and helded the rock tightly, close to my chest. "I wish..." thinking for a few moments, searching for the words, "I wish I had my di..." I paused for a second and re-phrased it, "I wish I had my penis again." Nothing. "I wish I had a penis." I tried stating more plainly, but still no sensation like before. I glanced down at the spot again, a lonely pair of testicles squashed between my thighs, "I wish my genitalia was complete." And there it was. 'Finally,' I thought to myself as that familiar feeling of warmth and change ran through my groin, and my gaze turned to the ceiling for the brief duration. I had fixed myself. Breathing a sigh of relief I looked down to my lap and felt terribly afraid. My balls were gone. "This doesn't make sense..." I stammered, "What happened?" Without balls or a cock, why had my genitals not have returned? Then I knew, as I'm sure you know now, a set of normal genitals had resolved themselves within my crotch. I slipped my free hand down into the folliage of bushy hair, and found the folds of skin, that confirmed my fears. A vagina. I had a vagina. I withdrew my hand out of there as quick as could be. No way. This was wrong. This was sooo wrong. I couldn't be like this, I didn't know how to be like this. I had to do something, had to think of a way out. But I daren't try wishing things better, not after my last effort had caused... had caused - this. Or perhaps, perhaps I could.