Tom

"I made you a freak, like you like to call us. You have a girl's face and voice. I can do that to people, though I wish you couldn't ever figure out how I did it." "Damn you, you bitch" said Tom. "Careful," said Jon. "I could give you breasts or a vagina. I can make you completely wear girl's clothes. I could put you on the cheerleading team or give you a boyfriend." "If you do, I'll..." "You'll what? No, Tom. The only thing that's keeping me from doing those things is that I don't want to set myself up as a god, taking revenge for the slightest little thing." "Revenge for what? I didn't do nothing to you!" "Yes, you did! Only you did it when I was in a bad mood. Now please go away before I get in a bad mood again. And I don't want to hear that you beat up someone else after you went away, either." Fuming, Tom walked away. Jon sighed. "I shouldn't have done that, Karyn. I'm not even sure I can reverse it. Maybe if I wish that Tom had the face and voice of a very masculine girl, but that doesn't fix the makeup." "You need to stop making hasty wishes, Jon," said Karyn. "What do I do about my body?" "Let me see. I wish that for a week you won't mind it any more than I mind mine... Do you feel any better, Karyn?" "Yeah, Jon, I think I do. I wonder what my life is when I'm like this?"