Really Messed Up

As Jen's mom walked upstairs, she saw a bright light flash from underneath her daughter's bedroom door. She walked up to it and knocked. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" She opened the door to find Jen with her two "boys" standing next to her. "Oh, it's just you." "Aren't you wondering what we're doing here?" Jen asked. "No, not really. What you want to do with your fuckbuddies is your business. Not mine." "Mom, why do you keep calling them that?" "Because that's what they are." Then she left. Jen turned back to the guys, who were back to feeling her up. What was Jen going to do? There have been way too many wishes made, way too many layers of wishes to cut through if she were to ever *try* to get things back to normal. Her best friend and worst enemy changed into bimbos, then they changed into guys, then *she* changed from a guy into a girl, and her mom thought everything was okay. Oh yeah, and about twenty kids from school changed their sex. Things were *really* messed up.