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This story is X-rated. The sequel to chapters 5+6, it starts in an alternate universe with a morality that in comparison to ours is... outlandish. It changes further. No gross things like torture or rape though. Again, I'd like to express my thanks to Catfish Hunter, who did a great job in hunting down my grammatical errors. ==== Chapter Seven: Theory ==== I was lying in a lukewarm gooey puddle, my legs outstretched. I enjoyed the calm moment. On my left side, there was my best friend Phally. On his left side again, there was his second best friend Stiff. Stiff and I didn't like each other... but that had just changed, I hoped. Because... We three guys had just had the most awesome sex orgy together. Okay, Phally had been the center of our combined attraction, but I could see that Stiff's firm beliefs about me had gotten a bit less firm. Of course, Stiff hardly said a word back then, during our strenuous exercise. He didn't even speak now. But from his look, I could see that he loved me. Not as much as Phally loved me. But I realized that I would do for Stiff nearly everything I could to make him happy. Phally read my mind and smiled at me. "Thanks, it's good to know." I glanced at his Jell-O-soaked, messed-up red hair and smiled at him. He was beautiful. Wonderful. As was having sex with him. If I could choose only one person to have sex with, I would choose Phally, over and over again. Had I known about this fact this morning, I would have stayed at home today. Let me rewind a bit. I was still unsure how it happened at all, but I got the ability to fulfill wishes. It messed up my life and made it the most wonderful horror dream that people could think of. Yesterday morning, I had been a normal, African-American high school student on the verge of being a dropout. Yesterday morning had also been my eighteenth birthday. I had no idea what happened yesterday evening - I suspected I had been drinking, or even taking other drugs. At least that was what I confessed to my mother this morning. But it was a likely story. I had my doubts. Something else must have happened. When I woke up today, in the morning, I had a hard-on. Not the usual kind, though - this one was permanent. I could cum as often as I wanted, but my flag would never even go to half-mast. Also, my complete wardrobe changed to underwear. I had nothing to wear but underwear. My mom as well, she was practically in the nude for what little she was wearing. She told me casually during breakfast that she made love with the mobility-impaired elder neighbor she used to care for as a community service. Then we had a falling out. She told me, in short, that I should stop denying girls their proper share of sex. For that reason, she threw me out of the house, I suspect. I don't know about most American families, but that breakfast was the weirdest thing of the day. Yes, even weirder than just now, having sex with a gorgeous male friend. It had been weird because my mother is deeply religious. We went to church every Sunday, and she always preached to me how hard it was to be a girl. This morning her whole attitude changed. She was still religious, but in a sexual way. I KNEW that something must have happened yesterday evening, during my birthday party. The rest of my school day - so far - is quickly told: All women in school dressed like sluts, all men dressed in underwear. The day started like the wet dream of most young men my age. It didn't stay that way, when I discovered I could fulfill the wishes of other people. But before discovering that, I discovered women. I had sex with my fat Math teacher, sex with my classmate Jen-Lo, sex with an exchange student from China who was probably a few years younger than me, then again with Jen-Lo who then declared herself to be my girlfriend. It was then when Jen-Lo changed all gender roles to the reverse. With a wish, of course, and I had to fulfill it. She changed herself into my high school's principal, made me her adoring love toy, and left me for a teachers' conference. During the lunch break, I met Phill, a new classmate who became my best friend ever and who could even read my thoughts. In the time since, we played interior designer and changed the men's bathroom into a glass-cased unisex spa and mall. Oh, and we had the aforementioned sex orgy in the brand new Jell-O wrestling arena. (In that same bathroom.) That sums it up, I think. I was pretty content with the mess I made of my life. Phally smiled at me. "You didn't sum up that..." I rolled my eyes. My telepathic best friend even overheard my internal monologues. Yeah, of course. I haven't mentioned that my body was radically changed. Before, I had been a unathletic, normal guy. Now, I was one of the two most beautiful studs in this school: Long, smooth legs... a piece of ass that most boys (and girls) would kill for... pretty C-cup sized testicles... a 26 centimeter long lovemaker... a waspish waist with a decent six-pack... an hourglass figure... a slightly buff chest and broad shoulders... muscular arms (not brawny, but probably as strong as my old arms had been)... curly black hair that reached down to my large but firm ass... and the face of a young god, complete with pouty cuntsucker lips, a big and masculine nose, painted puppy-dog eyes with long lashes... lots of pink piercings in the nose, the lips, the ears, the chest nipples, the testes nipples and my penis tip... Phally, my best friend forever, could be considered my twin except for the different colors. He was caucasian white and had freckles and red hair (now long and curly like mine). He was a few centimeters shorter than me, and he left his testes our original size, which was probably an E-cup. I had shrunk my testes because they troubled me when walking. On most other frames, they'd still look huge, but in the package with my globe-sized rear, they looked probably modest and cute. That description wasn't complete without our clothes, but on that part I currently couldn't tell much. With a sigh I got up and searched for my stuff inside the Jell-O pit. I found my left heel, my white bodice, the pink corset, and one of my white long-sleeved gloves. I found the pink fishnet hose, too, but it was torn. Then I found the other heel, too. I put on the heels and my corset, and finally felt dressed again. Without my corset and the minuscule waist I got from it, I felt fat and like a different person. I heard people hooting and whistling from the stairs of the pit while I paraded naked in the clear Jell-O. I didn't bother to turn around. I knew people were checking me out, but I was pretty spent. I guessed I would need some time until female stares at my testes would make me horny again. My penis was still erect, and with a thought I could even make it cum. Even now. But that was pointless. Sex was more than cumming in a tight hole. I experienced that firsthand. Sex meant cuddling and teasing and stroking each other, resulting in a whole-body feeling of pleasure. So, while my lovemaker was the most important tool for sex and never tired - the rest of my body was tired. Still, the audience made me self-conscious. I feared that my makeup was as disheveled as after my last sex session a few hours ago - with Jen-Lo. I gave Phally a hand and pulled him back to his feet. While we had physical contact, I thought about my correct make-up again. No doubt it got smeared during our orgy. A curt nod from Phally informed me that I had impeccable makeup once more: dark pink lipstick, an unobtrusive dark red powder and glitter on my cheeks, pink and black eyeliner brightening my eyes, and tiny droplets of some make-up fluid on my long eyelashes. Since I had no idea about masculine attire and makeup in the new reality, I didn't exactly care about the names of all those products and procedures. Phally spoke up: "Hmm, Yummy, I think this isn't makeup. Remember your piercings?" I nodded. When I had tried to remove all of them just by remodeling my body, I had failed. I could change every cell of my body when I touched Phally, but not things that were stuck in or on my body. The first thing I would remove was the barbell-like stud thought my penis tip. It made lovemaking unbelievably pleasurable, but it was already great without it. Sex in my new ultramale self was a 200% great experience. I had no idea why I needed another 100% pleasure on top of that. Phally cleared his throat. "Yummy," he volunteered, "your makeup was okay before you 'fixed' it just now. It hardly changed." I stared at him in disbelief. It was a permanent layer, right in my face? It was a biological part of my body or what? I simply thought those questions, but Phally nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Yummy." Then, my redhead friend dropped to his knees, his face only centimeters away from my member. The audience on the softened, rubberized fake-marble benches hooted again, cheering us on. The audience obviously found gay Jell-O orgies just as interesting as Jell-O wrestling. Not that I would grieve them for it. I guess we really looked hot. "Hold still." Phally told me and started to carefully pinch and manipulate my co... my lovemaker. Then it hurt a lot and I cried out loudly! I stumbled and fell back on to my well-cushioned behind. Phally reached towards me and showed me the piercing. Now that I held it in my hand, the torturous device seemed pretty tiny. When it was still stuck in my penis, it seemed to be as big as a real weightlifting barbell and weigh just as much. Still, my member hurt like hell now. Was I bleeding? I would probably bleed out and die, I thought. Right here in the Jell-O. It wasn't really a bad death, probably. But Phally just held my hand. "Melodramatic much? Come on. Just concentrate on changing your body." "What?" "Just imagine your penis is whole again." he hissed under his breath. I looked at him, stunned. "What?" "Do it. Imagine your old self." I imagined my old body. My testicles shrank and my member became flaccid. Then my waist expanded and my ass shrank. The hair, heavy with all the Jell-O inside, quickly pulled back into my head. Phally hissed: "No, not this one! Change back! Towards your beautiful self!" Shocked, I imagined just that. My body reverted to the new normality. I was shocked to see that my penis had no holes anymore. So, all I needed to do to get rid of my piercings was remove them, let Phally touch me and modify myself. Neat. The best thing was, this hadn't even really required any concentration. I just needed to picture myself in my mind, and I would become that picture. Phally's face was covered in beads of sweat. "Yummy," he said to me, "I know how weird men looked in your old reality before all those changes happened, but only because I read your mind." He pointed towards the three dozen girls (and a few boys) who sat on the arena stairs. "These people don't. If they were to see a normal man of your reality, they would think him a freak," he stated in a low voice, totally calm. "And all those changes blurring reality or not: Shapechangers are pretty freaky, too. I have no idea why nobody called us on it yet." I thought I knew. When reality shifted so that men became sexpots, it all just became normal. I probably only became a big-nadded guy because my girlfriend was also a hottie and our roles were reversed. That was where I got my... um... not-enhanced male body. It was hot, but I later modified myself even more, thanks to Phally's wish. In the bathroom, everybody had been busy with his own makeup. When I modified my face, nobody noticed. Later, in the Fetish Fashion shop, we had been pretty much unobserved, and that was where I had changed the rest of my body. I bit my full lips and nodded. Nobody in this world had probably ever seen a flaccid penis. For a moment I missed having a small soft member and small wrinkled sacks between my legs. As a man in the real world - yesterday - I would never have guessed that becoming limp again after an erection was something good. Phally nodded again as he read my thoughts. "Yummy, this is still the real world. Get used to it." I sighed. "Yeah, okay, Phally." "And can you stop calling me Phally? My name is..." I understood this request. Phally wasn't his true name. He was in fact Phillipp Wetgal, Phill for short. It was the same with my name, too. My real name was Jamey. Jamey Stan. My family name had been wished into oblivion only hours before. My father's name was 'Daniel Stan'. With the gender roles swapped, it was now in tradition that the mother's family name would stick. So I was now Yummy Ngiwim. The 'Yummy' and 'Phally' and 'Stiff' names were the result of a stupid wish from a girl, not even one hour ago, just before we three had our little romp. I didn't even know the name of that wisher. She had done worse things, anyway. I mean, if you call it a bad thing if you were changed from straight hetero into a raging bisexual. Our amorous Jell-O wrestling had been the logical result. "Sure thing..." I said to Phally's request, although I couldn't really say his old name. I tried again. "Okay... Ph... Phally." I apologized in my mind to Phally. I knew what his real name was, I just couldn't articulate it. Not even in my thoughts. I could remember it, of course. Phill. His name had once been Phill. But when I tried to... describe my best friend and newest lover, I failed to think of him as anyone else but Phally. I shrugged my shoulders. I wanted to say how sorry I was for him... but speaking aloud wasn't necessary. One of Phally's wishes had been to know what was going on in my mind. First, I had objected, but another wish from Jen-Lo had been that I was about to accept any wishes that people made around me. I didn't really mind anymore - being a bisexual lovedoll, or having huge testes, or a perma-erection, or people reading my mind. Those wishes had happened. In fact, I didn't even mind my new name. Didn't Yummy sound delicious, after all? "Okay, but I do mind being called Phally," Phally said, emphasizing the 'I'. Then he blushed. "Stop thinking about it!" Oh! I had thought of how great his hot rod down my butt felt. Naming him 'Phally' was actually pretty accurate. I apologized to him in my mind. The feeling had just been so overwhelming. He had been thrusting himself past my voluptuous ass cheeks and then... "I _wish_..." That was my cue, and I lifted my arm, fingers ready. With the sentence finished, I would snap my thumb against my middle finger and grant the wish in that very instant. That was the odd thing about my ability: I could grant wishes, but not wish myself. You could somehow call me the service provider, and whoever was calling the keyword in my vicinity was my customer. The keyword was 'wish', followed with the desired sentence. The bad thing: I had to grant every single wish, even if I didn't like it. In those cases, my conscious mind was catapulted out of my body and was forced to watch while my fingers moved like a robot. The good thing was: I knew (now, at least) that there was some wiggle room. If I could, in the fraction of a heartbeat, imagine a twist to that wish, I could change the outcome - as long as I didn't violate the letter of the wish. The twists I had done so far hadn't been big ones. I couldn't really think of twists so fast. This time though, there was neither much wiggle room, nor the need to twist things: "...that we have our old names back." Phally stated firmly. I welcomed the wish, and just snapped my fingers. Or, I tried to. Instead, I froze. Things around me became black. I floated in a black nirvana. Well, not my body. More my conscious self. It was a strange feeling. Like floating in space, but there wasn't a single star around me. Only pitch black darkness. There was nothing uncomfortable about the dark place. It wasn't dangerous, I could feel that. Before I could think things like "where am I?", I heard a voice like thunder. "Korwwal denied on account of Rule 4. Inform laweehum about it." The blackness faded away and I opened my eyes. I lowered my arm and looked around me. "How long have I been away?" "What's wrong?" Phally asked. Then he probed my mind and became pale. I clearly remembered that dark place. I had been there! I had no idea how long I had been there. It could have been an hour or only a second. I didn't remember hearing anything besides the incorporeal, thundering voice. It must only have been a fracture of a heartbeat, I realized. "You weren't gone at all. What is Rule 4?" Phally asked. I still tried to get that sound out of my ears. I hadn't heard this thunder through my ears, it had rather burnt into my brain. I shrugged. Stiff stood next to us. "What happened to that korwwal?" he asked me. I shrugged again. "Something about a Rule 4. The wish was... denied." "Shhh!" made Phally. "I'm not sure, if... Stiff, are you okay again? Do you remember anything?" Stiff shook his head. "Me, okay? Hah, I feel like I was chewed and spit out. I have a horrible headache. But I remember many things." He looked at me. "Like, someone just gave me a blowjob." My ears burned with proud and shame. I could only hope that my magical makeup could cover that, too. Stiff frowned at Phally. "And my girlfriend is now a man and took me from behind." Phally's jaw dropped again. "What?" "HEY!" a hoarse female voice called to us. "Get out of the pit!" We turned to the audience and saw four naked men standing there, in two groups. "Quit your palaver and move your pretty asses out of the pit!" The woman who shouted at us was handsome, and Phally recognized her as a teacher. "She organizes sporting events, I guess she's in command here." "You're the one who created this pit, right?" Stiff spat at him. Phally shrugged. "I wanted to make the bathroom more comfortable. Sue me." Stiff motioned at us to follow him. "Let's leave, I'll explain this in the showers." 'Since when is Stiff our leader?' I thought, but Phally put his finger to his mouth and went after Stiff who waded out of the Jell-O pool. I knew that Stiff liked to order people around. Going shopping had been his idea. After a fashion, it was he who forced me into a corset and adore that change. At least we were already in the bathroom, so it was only a very short walk to the shower cells. When we got there, two hunky ladies in their birthday suits were grinning at us from their respective showerheads. One immediately asked us out, while the other gave our bodies lusting glances. I felt things already tickling in my body, and a look at Phally showed me that he was eager to fuck again. But Stiff showed the ladies the door, in a pretty unfriendly tone. Both me and Phally sulked, but Stiff cursed at us. "Phally, you of all people should be able to withstand a girl's advances." he said while he activated the steam massagers in the shower. Now it was Phally's turn to say, "Huh?" I was so used already to Phally knowing every thought of mine that I had a hard time realizing he didn't have this advantage when talking to anyone else. I was the only person whose thoughts Phally could read. Again, I wondered why he wouldn't wish to read everyone's mind. Phally just shook his head. The shampooed soapy water slowly removed a ton of Jell-O out of his ass-long red hair, while he combed it. I followed the example, washing my equally long black hair for the first time. Oh god, I had half the arena stuck in my hair. "I won't wi... say that, Yummy. Okay, Stiff, what is this about?" Stiff cupped his testes. "I hate these. That's what this is about. I hate having balls that look like tits!" Stiff crossed his arms. His mine was one of frustration. "Also, just what I said earlier. Barbara Wetson - you were a girl." Phally blinked at that revelation. "What?" "You were a girl, until this morning. And you were my girlfriend." Phally looked at him, then at me, in disbelief. Stiff rolled his eyes. "I'm dumb, but you people, you are dense." With that, he sat on the tiled floor, and we two followed his example. I was surprised when my ass plodded onto a warm floor. They had a floor heating here. I only realized it now - it must be one of the changes Phil... Phally made when he wished that our bathroom was more luxurious. "You guys don't even realize you botched it, do you?" Stiff let his arms hang and sighed. He looked totally destroyed now, and we surrounded him, hugging him. It wasn't exactly like the sexual embrace we shared earlier, instead it was the brotherly hug again, consoling him. Now that we were all bi, this could become awkward, especially because we were close friends who liked each other, even before. But I could sense how bad Stiff felt, and Phally gave me a curt nod. He had sensed it too, obviously. "I can't even be angry at you, you know? You're victims. Everyone is a victim here. And the spiral went down and down, all the time!" Stiff softly sobbed. "I can't even control my feelings. I'm so angry! And so horny! And so ashamed!" I thought I could understand him. When I got up this morning I would have puked just imagining doing one of the many sexual things I did since. That, I knew for certain. I would have been... horrified? Outraged? Shocked? Scared witless? My life had become a fuckfest. Straight, gay, multiple... no problem with the new me. I somehow wondered why I had adapted so easily to all this. "Stiff!" Phally spouted. "Tell me what's wrong. Why did you say I'm... I'm a girl?" I giggled at that. Phally had been the one who first thought I had been a changed female, just because I wasn't familiar with my male body after Jen-Lo's gender switch wish. Now hearing that Phally was in fact a trans... well, not really, but a changed person... it was ironic. Phally shot me a murderous gaze, then giggled, too. Stiff squinted his eyes. "I know every korwwal that Yummy fulfilled, since Dajinni granted his korwwal yesterday." "Dajinni?" I asked. "Cornwall?" asked Phally. "But that's in England...?" Stiff shook his head. "Yummy, you don't even remember Dajinni? I can't believe it." "I thought you knew about everything I have done, didn't you just say that?" "No, I only know about the korwwal'l. I don't even know the laweehum'le, so it will be hard to retrace and..." "What is a cor-wall?" insisted Phally. Stiff sighed impatiently. "A korwwal is... wait, Yummy, it's better if you say it." I frowned at both. "What are you implying? You made your stupid wishes all day long!" "So, a corwal is a wi-hhhmpf?" Phally didn't finish his sentence because Stiff quickly covered his mouth with his big hand. Phally gently put the hand aside. "Okay, I got it. Now, again, why do you think I'm really a girl?" Stiff explained, frowning. "Yummy caused a riot in Mistress Wender's class today. I think that she made the korwwal that every one in class forgets about any korwwal'l they had. Apparently that also caused Yummy to forget about being a laweehee, and even forget about Dajinni." "Dajinni sounds like genie." Phally mused. "True. He was also the laweehee who made Yummy a laweehee himself." "And a laweehee grants wishes?" Phally was apparently becoming dense if he didn't get the easiest words, I thought. I snapped at him, exasperated. "Yes, of course! A wish-granter grants wishes. That's why he is called wish-granter!" "Be easy with Phally," chided Stiff. "He doesn't know Newer Deemat." Now it was my turn to look suspicious. "Newer Deemat?" "Phally swa laweehum q'wwalk mays laweehee ni'a." said Stiff. "Tika-mau?" "Yeah." I answered. Duh, of course! He was speaking clear enough. "Deema'trim keralti-mau hem?" "No. So, this New Deemat you speak of is a language?" I concluded. "Keralti-kene auwana chuhm minil ewe." "No! I never even heard a word in that Deemat shit!" I was a bit frustrated. "I wouldn't understand a language that I never heard, how do you suppose I could speak it?!" My two friends chuckled at that. Phally looked from Stiff to me and back. "Stiff, I can't read Yummy's thoughts when you talk to him in that language. I could not even read his answer before he spoke. It's like thinking in that language is shielding his mind or something!" Stiff nodded. "And his answers only come in English, at least for the moment." I felt like the punchline of a really elaborate joke. Phally read my mind, and hugged me. "There you are again." He smiled at me. It was a weird statement - I had never even left the shower cells. "Yummy, Stiff talked to you in a foreign language and you could understand it." Now that was a bummer. I stared at Phally and thought: 'Stiff didn't talk in English?' Phally nodded. So I could now understand a language I didn't even knew existed? Phally nodded again. And I could not even realize someone spoke in that language instead of English? Again, my red-haired friend nodded. "Does that I mean, I now speak magical Latin or something?" I asked aloud, so that Stiff could participate in the conversation. "No, Yummy. Newer Deemat. That language is... hmm, yeah, okay. Well, the Foamians used Newer Deemat in the later Empire period. Yeah, okay, I suppose it's like Latrin. But it's older, maybe by a thousand years, even. It's the oldest magical language that is still in use. I'm not sure if either of us really understands it, Yummy. But the Deemat'le had a good vocabulary on... matters of korwwal'l." Okay, I thought. I could fluently understand this Deemat, because of my ability. And Stiff knew about all the rules and all the wishes... oh. Phally groaned. "Do I need a dictionary* now to understand what's going on?" * :P [author's note: if you really need it, there's a dictionary at the end of the story. Just in case.] "More important question!" I interrupted Stiff before he could answer that. "I need to know all the rules! You said you know them?" Stiff blinked at me, his mouth wide open. He was cute when he did that, I realized. "You can't remember the rules? You should know them automatically. It comes with being a laweehee." I crossed the arms in front of my chest. "Indulge me. Suppose that a wish-granter doesn't know the rules." Phally prodded Stiff with an elbow. "I know that Yummy doesn't know them. So spill it." Both Phally and me looked at Stiff, waiting to be enlightened. He hesitated and shook his head, frowning grimly. I hated it that he scrunched his face so often. It made him even uglier. Then Stiff opened his eyes and nodded at us, gravely. "Yeah. I know only the revised rules in Newer Deemat, but those are the most complete set." "Yes, yes, yes." "On with it." The two of us pushed for answers. "First rule, the laweehee may not grant any korwwal that enables the laweehum to fulfill his own korwwal'l." I choked on that. "But I was the magical contractor who requested the wish from the magical bound entity that was..." Stiff nodded brusquely. "Yeah, you were the laweehum, and Dajinni was your laweehee. Your trick was that you just duplicated Dajinni's powers. You see, he is helpless himself. He cannot make korwwal'l of his own. That's rule number one. Call it a division of power. A person who has reality-bending powers may have no way of using them on his own." "So, if you wish to be able to fulfill wishes just like me, you couldn't wish yourself?" Stiff nodded. "That's just what I explained now." Phally chimed in: "But then, you could both fulfill each other's wi... stuff, right?" Stiff shook his head. "There are magical limits. A person cannot be a laweehum and a laweehee at the same time. So, no. There is another trick. Dajinni is the most powerful laweehee in the world, but there may only be one so powerful. So either, Dajinni shared his power fifty-fifty, or gave all the power to Yummy. I don't know how he fulfilled the wish. If all the reality magic is now with Yummy, it would mean that Dajinni is now a powerless ghost." I smiled at Stiff. "I'd swap places gladly. Do you want..." "No." he said. "It's against Rule Four. Okay, look, we will go over Rules 2 and 3 quickly: Two says that you may not interfere with death. It's a basic security measure. You can't make a korwwal to remove a person from existence or directly cause her death. And you cannot resurrect someone either." "Oh." "Rule Three is a bit more complicated, but it's a security measure again. It prevents the laweehee from becoming emotionally unstable or insane." "What?" I asked. "But I have feelings and emotions and all that. And... and I'm totally on the emotional roller coaster since I woke up today!" Stiff grimaced. "You THINK?" He calmed down and nodded. "Yeah, but it's part of the package. Do you remember your original reality?" I licked my lips. "Yeah. But I don't really miss it. And I forgot about those earlier wishes..." "You will remember even those, they are just suppressed now. Without Rule 3 you would be a whimpering bundle of nerves, I guess. The changes to reality were very drastic. That drives people mad. There is an immense strangeness of this universe in comparison to our own." Strangeness? And why would Stiff or anyone be mad? Besides, um... Okay, he looked pretty mad at the moment. Stiff shot Phally and me a nasty look. "When you wished me to know about all this, you nearly dropped me into the loony bin." Phally's jaw dropped, just like mine. "What?" we said. Stiff creased his brows. "I should be happy that I'm not as bright as you are, Phally. Simple people don't become mad as easily as bright ones, like you." He tapped his forehead. "There is all this knowledge inside, but I'm... well, since I'm dumb..." We stared at him, not sure what to say. "Oh, don't feel flattered, Yummy, I didn't mean you. Yeah, I know, it's hard to admit it. Before today, I used to be pretty cocky and all. Thought I was bright. But really, my intelligence is below average." Phally put an arm around Stiff in a consoling gesture. "You say that as if you're proud of a low IQ." Stiff sulked for a moment. "It's not the IQ. The IQ is... I can't say, that method is somehow inherently flawed. It's like measuring... okay, I can't describe what I know. Because of your knowledge wish, I know many things that I can't explain! Isn't that weird?" We nodded. "I'm not proud of being a slow thinker." said Stiff, now calmer because of our earlier embrace. "But it saved my life. I know everything about those korwwal things. And that's a lot. I could get a doctorate in quantum magic with that. I'm sure it occupies a huge part of my brain. Do you have any idea how magical knowledge can overload your brain? Only laweehee'le are protected by Rule 3. Laweehum'le like me - not at all." The water from the showerheads had stopped a long time ago. We were sitting clean and neat on the warm floor of the shower, and were already nearly dry. I looked into the mirrored surfaces of the shower cell. Oh man. Steve, in his old personality, had been a bully. Also, a goth. This new personality of Stiff was somehow sentimental. A bit brusque and mad sometimes, though. I liked him like that. Phally spoke out exactly what I was thinking: "Stiff, we like you like you are now. We promise not to change you." I nodded and also put my arm around Stiff. Through the glass walls, me must make a pretty strange picture, I realized: Three more or less gorgeous guys huddled in an otherwise empty shower cell. "Thanks, guys. That means a lot. Okay, I was about to tell you about Rule 4, wasn't I?" I shook my head. All those rules made me woozy. "Thanks, but do we need to know that?" He straightened. "Of course. There are hundreds of rules, and amendments, and precedences, and all that magilegal stuff. You don't need that, of course, but the seven basic rules are the most important." Seven. My head was already pretty full for the moment. We were already halfway through a chapter, filled only with dialogue, and had only covered three rules so far? "Can we make that short?" "Not really. The fourth rule is that the laweehee may not q'wwalk any korwwal that waives the korwwal of a former laweehum. The reason is that the laweehee has to respect the express will of every former laweehum." Stiff cited a passage in Newer Deemat to make sure I would get all the implications. And - I understood the consequences. "So, it's a security measure again?" I asked. "Yep. It's backed up by the seventeenth amendment of the Qudix Saaba, by the way." I had a hunch that I understood. "So, if I want to reverse-weehee'wwal, I have to meet every single laweehum and ask him if he can take back his korwwal?" "Guys?" Phally tugged at my arm. Stiff thought over that a moment. "Or you can ask someone else to lawee'wwal and make a djinn-korwwal that adds on the old one, and maybe even reverses an intended effect." "Huh." I managed. Man, this was really more complicated than I thought. Phally didn't. "Guys! Can you translate that crap?" I tried. "It means, that nobody can reverse a wish, but the person who made it in the first place." Then I added. "And I may not force them, they must reverse it voluntarily." Phally first gave me a curious glance, then it dawned on him as well. "Shit. We're stuck!" He began to cry. "Dressed in rags. As studdy little fucktoys. We're even bi. That's the end of the masculism movement." I shivered myself - if not for Rule 3 or Jen-Lo's acceptance wish, I would have abhorred our new existence just as much as Phally or Stiff did. I had thought that I was practically omnipotent, but in fact each wish tied me up and removed me further from home. That really could drive a person mad. Stiff buried his head in his hairy arms. While me and Phally looked like... fantasy creatures out of a playgirl magazine (I supposed there was such a magazine now!), Stiff was less styled up. He had a hirsute body, and his hair was only shoulder-length. He had shed his spiky accessories back in the Jell-O pit, and was now pretty much naked. I supposed I needed to go back to the pit and collect all the things we had lost there. Those clothes from the Fetish Fashion shop had been expensive. But then we could run into women. And that would have consequences. Phally had it right there. We were little more than eager, docile playthings for women. Was there a word for male nymphomania? Because that was pretty much what we were now. Men-nymphos. Phally read my thoughts. "I think that word has something to do with satyrs. Satyrmania probably." I made a face like having eaten shit. "Eww, aren't those goat-people? I hope I don't look like a satyr." Phally, having access to the pictures in my mind, shied back from me. "Disgusting! In your reality, satyrs look uglier than nymphs in mine!" Stiff raised a hand. "I don't care shit about mythology, so I don't know in which reality I belong." He made a snout, then patted my shoulder. "Probably to yours, because I remember men with flaccid penises and small testicles. But that shouldn't matter. Phally, you're totally right. We need to take precautions." "Pre... precautions?" I said. "Yep. We aren't sex-slaves at the moment." Stiff explained. "Not yet. So if we make a... korwwal against that, the next horny woman that sees Yummy's body cannot make a korwwal that enslaves us." His eyes narrowed. "We are lucky that no perv tried it yet. I'm sure it was very close." Phally had eyes like soup bowls. "Horrible. How can we prevent that?" Stiff began to outline his wish. "Yummy, I'd like to abidji'nna a korwwal that women have no control over men to force them into sex." I thought about it, picturing the outcome in my mind. "Do you want to wish it like that?" I asked both Stiff and Phally. Stiff scowled. "You want to trick me, right?" "Trick you?" "You're the one who always rides us deeper in. So if you want me to think it over, you... Hmmm... I stay with my _wish_ that women have no control over men." My hand went up at the keyword, but I ran against the black darkness again. "Korwwal denied on account of Rule 4. Inform laweehum about it." the dark voice thundered and burned into my aching brain. This time, I knew that the blackness lasted only for a moment. I was out of it nearly as soon as it surrounded me. "Ouch" I said when my consciousness left the dark place and I looked into the eyes of my friends again. "I think there was a matter with the 'no control' part. It doesn't match with... with our arousal when a potential partner looks at our testes." Stiff sighed. "Creamshit. So we have to allow women a bit more control over us, right?" I nodded. "Seems like." Phally burst out: "Who made those rules?! How can we possibly make any further wi... alterations to reality when Yummy always has to consider all the previous ones that are probably against our new _wishes_!" My arm poised itself for the wish. Stupid keyword. Stiff and Phally looked at me. I looked at me, too. I could see my body from outside again. Boy, was I pretty. If I hadn't it already, I would get a hard-on from looking at me. Being bi wasn't helping when watching myself in these out-of-body moments, was it? Phally looked at me hand with awe, afraid to say anything more. Stiff cleared his throat. "I _wish_ that my previous abidji'nna comes true in a way where men are required to get generally the same education level as women on average, and women are not allowed to force us into sex, and men have a greater willpower to resist females' seduction stares." he made that wish slowly, trying to cover every angle. My spirit or whatever you'd call it, was still out of my body, and I saw how I fulfilled the wish by snapping my fingers. Stiff spoke slowly and took his time formulating his wish, so I had time to think it through a bit. It made sense, and I just waved it through. When I was back in control over my body, I asked Phally: "Where was the difference between the failed wish and that new one?" "Just wording." Phally shrugged. Stiff said: "Yeah. And... there is a difference between 'have no control' and 'are not allowed to'. Right now, women are still in control. They are just not allowed to screw us silly." Towards Phally, Stiff added: "Speak after me: Korwwal." "Korwal?" "Korwwal." "Korwwal." They repeated the safe word for 'wish' a few times, and I also practiced the word. Though for me, it sounded like 'wish' all the time. I could understand Deemat fine, but I'd have a hard time speaking it. I just hoped that I wouldn't suddenly start only speaking that one. "Why can we say Korwwal, but not the w-word?..." "Stop complaining about the rules, Phally." Stiff piped in his deep, musical voice. "The Newer Deemat keyword was not w-i-s-h but two different words. Korwwal is the word used to describe it. It's just bad luck that in English, both words translate to the same word." We were all silent, until I giggled. "It's not funny." snorted Stiff. "Look, Phally, you should reverse a few korwwal'l of yours. Let's start with our necks." He turned his body away from us, only to face us with his head turned 180 degrees. "This. Is. Kinda freaky." Phally waved his hands as if doing a magical trick. "I _wish_ that our necks change back to how they were before." I snapped the fingers and observed all our heads as they were pulled a bit closer to the body again. We were back to normal. To prove it, we all tried to turn our heads to our back, and failed. "Well done. The bi thing next." Stiff demanded. "That wasn't me!" Phally shouted. I explained: "Yeah, that were some... girls." "Who?" demanded Stiff. In his eyes, I could see something flicker. He resented being bi, I knew it there and then. I just shrugged. "They were sitting in the arena. How should I know? 'Thank you for wishing with me, please gimme your name for my customer database?'" Stiff groaned. "Fabulous. Who was the asshole who enlarged our balls?" I told him how the Chinese girl had made my testes look like female breasts, and how Jen-Lo then made this look a general rule all for men. "And call them testes." corrected Phally. "I call my balls balls whenever I want to." snapped Stiff. "So we need to get Jen-Lo later. That bitch made herself principal... Doublefuck. She won't reverse it." "I _wish_ that Jen-Lo Keller can only reverse all her old _wishes_ before making new ones." said Phally. "See? It's easy to make precautions." Stiff looked impressed. "Yeah, that's clever. Good thinking, mate. Okay so far, but there is something else. Phally, you were the one allowing the women in the bathroom." Phally looked apologetic. "Yeah. I _wish_ that women aren't allowed in the bathroom anymore." Uh-oh. I was uneasy with this one, but snapped my fingers yet again. Through the walls of the shower cell, we could observe how all women disappeared from our restroom. "Good one." Stiff said. "I _wish_ that Yummy doesn't like fashion anymore." I frantically tried to fulfill the wish without granting it literally. But I wasn't fast enough to make a spin. My fingers snapped mercilessly. "Now WAIT a moment!" I protested. "Stiff, stop this madness at once!" "What?" Stiff asked me. "I'm just reversing a korwwal that I burdened you with, before I even knew what I was doing!" "But..." I looked at my corset. It was narrow as hell. Okay, it didn't itch and somehow covered a part of my body, but... I just couldn't imagine why I bought it. Or why I bought all the other things, back in the shop. The whole fashion crap didn't make sense anymore. I didn't know why I would ever bother with it. Oh damn. I knew I really had been into fashion before. Now I didn't even know how much I missed it. "Stiff." I said sharply. "You and Phally have a really big responsibility here." "To return things to normal." "No!" I said. "You can't just reverse all the wishes. Some of them are for the benefit of all the world. Look at our bathroom. This is a marvel. If you take it away, we will all be stuck with a cold 3/4 plumbing prison - again." Phally nodded. "He's right. Stiff, we can't treat Yummy like a machine who just takes our input and fulfills it. What he says makes sense, don't you think?" Stiff crossed his arms. "We have the responsibility to return our world back to normal." he repeated stubbornly. I shook my head. "I think there are good wishes and bad wishes. You should concentrate on fixing the bad ones." There was a moment of silence until Stiff suddenly said: "I _wish_ that men don't wear high heels anymore." My wish-granting mind leaped into action. Since the gender-role reversal wish from Jen-Lo, men were shorter than women. That meant, we needed our high heels if we wanted to reach women. Oh no! I really wanted to kiss Jen-Lo while standing! I didn't want to grant that wish! Too late. My mind was blown out of my body, and my body snapped the fingers automatically. Then, I found myself inside my body again. We were all still sitting next to each other on the floor. But my heels were gone. As were Phally's. I couldn't remember if Stiff had heels before, but now he hadn't. "Shit." I muttered. Then I wondered why I got no message about Rule 4. "Stiff, how did you sneak around Rule Four?" He smirked. "Easy. So far, there has never been a korwwal that required men - or women before the djinn-a-gender - to wear heels. It was just a side effect of a different wish, and I removed it." Phally seemed impressed. "That's clever." he admitted. "Can you do something about our clothes?" Oh great. Getting rid of our clothes. I longed for that. No matter that I bought them in that shopping frenzy not long ago - I no longer had the desire to wear them. I looked over at Phally... oh. He read my mind, and from his expression I knew he didn't like what he could read in my mind. Phally shook his head. "I don't read your mind, honey. How often do I need to tell you?" Oh, I was a honey now? Sure I was. I giggled softly in my baritone voice. How odd! "Instead, I always know what you are thinking, Yummy. It's more than mind-reading. It's like... your mind is a part of mine. It's really frightening me. I only put up with it because you... because you seem to enjoy it." he confessed. Did I enjoy it? It seemed so. It felt reassuring to have someone near to me who perfectly understood what was going on with me. I knew how odd it was. I knew that I had been angry at first when Phally wished it. Also, it sometimes disturbed me that Phally would answer my questions before I could formulate them properly. But that was also the charm of it. I could just think something, and Phally would do the next thing: answer my unspoken question, quickly act where I hesitated, prevent anything bad that might happen to me. Of course, Phally also knew my dirtiest secrets - memories I wasn't fond of, or fantasies I entertained before all this wish business started. Or even... after it started. I chanced a glance at his lovemaker. I had never before given him head. But when I saw Phally's wet phallus, I became fond of the thought. "Oh, Yummy..." Phally moaned, probably excited by my thoughts. "You're such a stud." I giggled, somewhat proud, and reached for his glistening member. Stiff slid between us. "Stop that!" he hissed. This killed the mood. I frowned at him, and saw Phally do the same. "You're so gay." Stiff said. "I beg you - cut it for a moment." He turned to me. "Yummy, Phally implied that you have no problems, with the high heels gone?" Hm? Oh yeah. Why would I need high heels? They ached on my feet. My masculine balance was really hard to maintain with them. Sure, they added elegance... but I was glad they were gone. "Yup." Phally replied in my stead. "He's really okay with that." Stiff raised his fist. "Strike!" he cheered. "That's great. I have gathered the facts, guys." Both me and Phally gave him a questioning look. "Clothes." Stiff said triumphantly. "Look, I know all the wishes. First, someone made a korwwal to be only in underwear. Then there was a korwwal that all the changes of yesterday evening would become normality. What's the result of that?" I couldn't even remember those wishes. He lost me there. Stiff said: "Of course: The new normality was that everyone only is in underwear. Get it?" I nodded. "Okay then. Now, things became tricky: Then, some woman made a korwwal that she could get away with less clothes." Stiff explained. "That would only make a difference to people who want to dress provocatively. But there was already an earlier korwwal, that women would like to show their breasts and are always horny. So that means..." Phally got the clue. "... that all women now wanted to dress provocatively and could get away with it." "Exactly." Stiff said. "They dressed like sluts from then on. And midday today, you got the korwwal that gender roles are reversed. And BAM." The brown-haired boy snapped his fingers. Which made me shudder - for one moment I thought he could grant wishes too. "All the men became cute little provocative studs - just like us now." Stiff finished. Nobody said a word. Stiff went on after a while. "But that doesn't explain why our outfits don't cover our testes, penis, and asses. Look, you're wearing a corset that goes down to your hips, and you wear fishnet stockings that stop right below your testes. But your whole crotch is bare! That's more than odd." "You think we should cover our testes?" I asked, horrified. Oh, yeah, I was truly horrified. Did Stiff suggest we should wear clothes in the genital area? Nobody would recognize our sex! That was even worse than veiling your face or wearing a headscarf to cover your hair! Stiff had a smug smile on his face when he said: "I _wish_ that it's forbidden to wear clothes that don't cover all genitals." Oh shit! Stiff did it! But it felt so good to have my testes checked out by the girls! I could never stand it to have the old nads always wrapped in some uncomfortable way! Also, I wouldn't be able to wiggle my ass, or... sway my lovestick alluringly at the girls. No! I'd rather go naked, but Stiff left no other choice in that wish! I snapped my fingers and felt the mist in my eyes rising. Soon I would even enjoy it, practically wearing a burkha. The first tear welled from my eyes when Stiff cursed in Spanish. "Hijo de puto! Yummy! What's this?!" I opened my eyes. My bare waist was not restricted anymore... Yeah! My corset was gone. At least my precious parts were still bare, I realized. That was good. I quickly got up and ran to the full-length mirror on the shower room door. I felt around my waist. Not only my corset was gone, but all my other clothes as well! I stood there, not a thread on my body, and my waist wasn't narrowed down as much as I had just gotten used to! There was not a single thread on my body anymore, sexy or otherwise. Okay, it wasn't too bad, being naked. I didn't like fashion a single bit, thanks to Stiff's wish before. It wasn't really bad at all. I still had the piercings and my styled-up face. My body was still as alluring and curvaceous as before, giving me the sweet look of a freshly unwrapped chocolate treat. As I already mentioned: when I and Phally did our shapechanging earlier, I deliberately shrank my testicles a lot, so that they looked cute and perky in comparison with my bombshell ass. I realized that while I didn't care the slightest bit about fashion, I did care a lot about my appearance. In the end, I wasn't totally happy with this latest change in reality. My hourglass figure was gone. Yes, of course, I could shape my body however I wanted... but without a corset to hold it, my body wouldn't look like a natural beauty anymore. I would either look like a freak or be fat! I scuttled back into the shower cell with a sour face. "Stiff?!" I asked. Oh god, did I always sound this petulant when I was angry? "What have you done?" I nearly collided with him as he strode out of the shower cell. We stood face to face, wide-legged and perched on our toes. "Yummy!" he snorted, completely mad. "What have you DONE!?" Sure, I was bi, but not every man would meet my taste, I thought. Phally who was nearly as much a beauty as me, and who was my best friend on top of it, certainly had 'it'. But Stiff, quite the opposite type, made me blush in this critical moment. He was manly, but in the sense of the old reality. The new reality made him probably womanly with his squared chin and determined body language. Self-conscious under Stiff's stare, I pulled my legs together. My arms, akimbo, were quickly clutched behind my back, and I lowered my head. Those reactions came to me nearly instantly, and totally on instinct. It didn't occur to me that I switched from an aggressive stance to completely demure. Not before Phally told me, much later. Stiff, on the other hand, held his stance. His head was flushed. Since he hadn't reapplied his pale makeup yet, I could see how he looked naturally. He didn't look half as good as me. With unshaven, hirsute legs and arms, his squarish face, and untanned skin, he could best be described as homely. Sure, there were nice attributes on him, and women might hit on him. If he went through a little makeover, even without a shapechanging ability like me, he would make quite the stirring fellow. He had a decent rack, his testes were almost as big as mine, and his member was just the sweet red poker that the girls would go for. With this good build in front, it was a shame his flat rear lacked the definition I had given my own ass. His waist was almost as burly as that of a normal guy in the old reality. On the plus side, he had a muscular, strong upper body. Not many men had that anymore. Me, for example, I had given myself hints of a six-pack and a muscular chest. But Stiff had the brawn of a bodybuilder. In a tomgirlish way, Stiff could be called attractive. I had noticed this earlier in the Jell-O wrestling arena, but as he stood there defiantly, I felt my pulse beat faster. "Yummy," he hissed. "Why did you do this?" My cheeks burned even more. I put my hands behind my back again, the spitting image of the demure boiden. I knew that things didn't go as they were supposed to, but it was hardly my fault! Stiff was the one who pushed me here, handling me as he would a handle a child prodigy chess master who didn't know how to dress himself. He was angry too, and that completely took the wind out of my sails. Then it dawned on me - I really didn't know to dress myself. Standing here naked, and all. With that thought, I got a giggling fit. I was not yet ready to cry. Phally even joined me in giggling. I enjoyed the furious look on Stiff who just glared at the two of us. "It was a stupid wish, Stiff!" I finally spouted. "Look - no clothes are left!" "Oh, Yummy." He sagged a little and sighed. "You're a handful, aren't you? I made the korwwal that it's forbidden to wear clothes that aren't covering the genitals. And for whatever reason, you granted a conk'isaini." "You used that term before, Bull. What does it mean?" piped up Phally from behind him. Stiff ran his big hand through his hair, removing it from his eyes. "That means... Instead of just granting the wi... the korwwal, the laweehee can interpret the words of the korwwal in a way that the laweehum didn't mean, but also didn't exclude. The result can be even the opposite of what the laweehum wanted." "Translation: it's a twist. You wanted no indecent clothes, and got no clothes at all." Phally pointed out. "Yeah." Stiff said. I scratched my forehead and said quietly: "But it was unreasonable to wish for that, anyway." Stiff put his face in his palms. He looked as if he was to break into tears again, but didn't dare. Again, he was acting unreasonable. Men shouldn't run around suppressing their emotions. (Where had that thought come from?) Stiff pointed at the ground, then. "And this, was it also unreasonable to have flat shoes again?" I didn't see anything out of order. Except, that Stiff was standing with his legs splayed, and only on his toes. Then I realized that I was also still standing on my toes. And Phally was, too. Phally lowered his left heel to the floor. He barely touched it, before moving it back into the air. He tried again. It obviously took some concentration to keep his foot flat on the ground. I tried it, too. In the end, I always ended up in the more comfortable position: Only my toes were on the floor, while the rest of the foot was lifted up, as if resting on invisible high heels. I smiled. That looked as if we were having longer legs. A sudden thought crossed my mind - at least we could still be eye to eye with the girls. Phally choked immediately. "Yummy, that's not funny... Wait, is this the reason you twisted the korwwal?" he broke into laughter. Not a pleasant laughter, more a desperate one. "You're a minx, Yummy. Why do you grant our wi... whatever, grant them according to your own selfish preferences? We're your friends, you don't need to twist them." Stiff shook his head. "Minx? Phally, these weren't little didoes. Look, this... this is an enormous mess. I really want to stop this. But you guys are toying with me! Right? You gave me knowledge about all those rules, but I have no idea if anything of that is real. Did you just make up things on the spot?" I shook my head. "I didn't even know those rules." Stiff opened and clutched his fists in quick succession. "I don't... I can't... okay, sure. Let's assume you have no clue what's going on, Yummy. But you remember how things were in the old reality?" "Yeah." "Do you want your old reality back?" I guessed so. "Yeah." Stiff opened and closed his mouth. "Then WHY..." he yelled and threw up his hands in exasperation. "Okay, have it your way. I want to fix things now, make them normal again. Work with me, okay?" "But I don't want things reversed." I muttered. Yeah, that was contrary to what I said before. I somehow liked my new body. It was limber, energetic and sexy. Why couldn't I keep it? And the last few dozen changes hadn't been too horrible, I guessed. The big bad one had been the gender role reversal wish. Since then, things were looking brighter and brighter: I got new friends with new abilities, and even a fulfilled sex life. "Well - I could think of one reversal. Please make the clothes appear again. I liked fashion," Phally said. Stiff gave him a suspicious glance, then nodded. "Yeah, gladly. I just need to patch that loophole that you were abusing in my previous korwwal. I _wish_ that it's illegal to be naked in public. You see, this makes..." Again, I saw myself surrounded by darkness. "Korwwal denied," the deep voice that had also denied the other wishes before simply said. When I explained this to Stiff, he creased his forehead and grabbed my shoulder. "Why's your void against it?" I had no idea. "My void?" "Yeah, your void. What reason does it give for refusal?" "There was no reason given. You know that black place? That void? Why didn't you tell me? What am I supposed to do there?" Stiff gave me a nasty look. "Stop pretending." Seeing my innocent face, he started shaking me. "After so many reality changes, you are a master laweehee. And what you did to our feet and our clothes... that just proves it. You're the most powerful being in the world!" He pinned me against the wall. My hands flailed helplessly at a shower head, which started to spray us full with bubbly foam. I wanted to scream for help, panicked by Stiff's aggressive demeanor. "This is all your fault!" yelled Stiff. "You created this chaos! You tricked us, all along!" "You're scaring him!" Phally screamed in the background. Oh, brave Phally. He was my best friend, really. He screamed more things. "Stop scaring us! Put him down! He doesn't know about all the things you say he knows about!" "NO!" Stiff was stubborn. Holding me against the wall, he clutched my throat. "He's pretending!" "No! I... I _wish_ Stiff would go home now!" Phally shouted and my hand shot upwards like an unstoppable force. It probably even was an unstoppable force. I hit Stiff's nose - just what the bastard deserved. I wanted him to go home instantly, and I didn't want him to come back for a while. I could see myself from afar, as I snapped my fingers. A breeze hit me when Stiff disappeared from the room, and air rushed in the spot that he had occupied until then. I plopped to the ground and managed to properly breathe again. Stiff hadn't strangled my windpipe too much, but I'd had problems breathing. It had made me mad. "Where is he?" "At home." I winced as I checked my neck. Stiff had nearly strangled me there! Then I looked at Phally's worried face and chuckled. "He didn't really hurt me. I'm fine." "And him?" My face was expressionless. For all I cared, he could... "Hey! He's a good friend!" I thought of how I granted Phally's wish. Okay... I had just teleported Stiff into his locked-up room. The window was barred too, so Stiff wasn't free to get out of there anytime soon. He was grounded. "You may need to wish it when you want him free again." I supposed. Phally crossed his arms. "Was it true what he said?" "True?" I didn't get it. Stiff had suddenly attacked me for nothing! I didn't even know what his accusations were! That I twisted his wishes about the clothes? Come on - he wanted to hide our most precious bits under layers and layers of cotton or silk or spandex or whatever! "So you didn't hide anything in your mind from me?" Phally seemed suspicious, too. That surprised me. Hey, there was one person who always knew every thought in my head, and he asked if I was hiding something. "Sure, but you can just think in that Deemat language, or just stop thinking about what you want to hide. There must be something that made Stiff so unreasonable!" Phally looked down on me. I looked up at his wonderful figure. I could see the worry in his eyes. I desperately tried to convince him that I had no idea about what Stiff said. He talked about the 'void' - that was the comfortable black place where the wishes were denied. He talked about wish-twisting and wish- reversing, and wish-modifying, and loopholes. When I tried to make sense of all the wishes and how they worked together, I just couldn't. Why did some wishes work this way, and others that way? And yet, Stiff knew all the rules, and all the wishes, even those fancy Deemat words. If he also couldn't make sense of them, I understood why he was worried. He said he was dumber than the average. I knew that I was pretty dim, too. At least that was what my grades told me. It was probably because we were stuck, I thought. That even scared me a bit, and I was under the spell of Jen-Lo's 'get-used-to-all-the-changes' wish. I shrugged. Stiff wanted to reverse everything, and was scared, too. But that wasn't a reason to attack me like that. Phally knelt in front of me. He first brought his knees down to the ground, but couldn't look into my eyes yet. So he bent his legs outward until his crotch sat on the ground. He sat in the split, his feet meeting each other in his back. His nads were spilled on the warm floor, his lovetoy was resting on these precious orbs. That acrobatic feat astounded me. "What? This is just a split sit." "But how do you do that?" I blurbed. I pulled my feet to the body and sat cross-legged. Or, say, tried to sit cross-legged. It wasn't good, I had to fear to get a contusion in my testes. So I started to imitate his position... and did it. Cool. I sat in the splits, with my toes touching my ass. I felt like a rubber boy. "Come on." said Phally. "You're just trying to avoid my question." We looked each other in the face. Not for the first time I lost myself in his beautiful eyes and the harmonious features of his freckled face. His nose was extremely cute. "Yeah thanks, but that's not the topic." he wrinkled said nose. "I mean, the changes aren't bad. He could easily change himself into a dark-haired copy of me, if he just wanted to." That was the problem, I guessed. Stiff was afraid of being emasculated. Phally giggled. "Hardly. Look at my manhood and tell me that Stiff thinks emasculation involves getting a cudgel one and a half size bigger than his current penis." Ah, of course. Stiff had the same memories of the old reality as me. Phally was different; he was used to being the 'weaker' sex. How could I get Phally to understand that being manly involved more than a big stick and balls? Men were always in competition. Being the strongest, fastest, manliest, best one. There was a certain pride involved in being a man. You needed to be in control of yourself. Real men also controlled things around them. Men were always trying to control. There were probably other things as well. I tried to think of something that would convince Phally how shocking it was for Stiff to find himself girlified. Girlified as in "becoming like women in our old reality", of course. Phally nodded. "I think I understand." I doubted it, but Phally interrupted my thoughts before I could speak my objection. "Really, I think I understand. You were like the younger girls who run around and compare their entrance areas and vaginal depths to find out who could house the biggest one." He caught my thoughts. "And I also get why you are not as desperate as Stiff to change back. From the looks of it, you never have been much of a man yourself. Am I right?" That comment was nasty. I got lightheaded and clenched my teeth. I wasn't a jock back then, but certainly no sissy either. Phally laughed. "Take it easy. You're in the new reality. You're the best-looking boy in school besides me, and would easily win most contests in that area. And your character seems to be naturally umm... submissive. Also, sympathetic. Stiff was always more of a tomgirl, more aggressive and less masculine than... I mean... more masculine in your way, and..." He stopped when I thought, asking him to stop. Phally was probably right. When Stiff found out what he had lost from the old reality, he must have been furious. He had