This choice: ...I knew all the girls' names, to more easily start conversations." • Go Back...Chapter #4Names Have Power by: Unknown “I wish I knew all the girls’ names, to more easily start conversations,” you whisper.
As usual, the rock glows brightly for a second and then goes dark. Nothing seems to change; at least there doesn’t seem to be a sudden flood of knowledge entering your brain. You try to think of a specific girl -- the one Jason was talking to, the first one you changed -- but her name’s just not coming to you.
You’re confused. Did the rock stop working? Could it not actually grant that particular wish? You look at it in your hand and it’s still dark, which really doesn’t tell you much.
Someone knocks on the bathroom door again.
You sigh, open the door, and exit. An obviously desperate guy runs in and slams the door behind you.
There’s a blonde with a serious hourglass figure walking down the hall toward you. She’s wearing a necklace with large gold letters dangling down into her cleavage spelling out A-I-M-E-E. It reminds you of a similar necklace you’ve seen Christina Aguilera wearing in some photos, which spells out X-T-I-N-A.
You brush past the blonde and go into the living room. A busty Asian in a schoolgirl-esque outfit has a choker with large silver letters on it spelling out L-U-C-Y. Next to her is the redhead you saw before, who’s now wearing almost the same choker, only hers says JULIA. You quickly realize that all the girls are wearing either a necklace or a choker to indicate their names -- your wish did come true.
You also realize that you’re still holding the issue of Newsweek that you picked up in the bathroom. You throw it onto a nearby end table.
Then you notice that, on the cover, Hillary Clinton is wearing a HILLARY choker.
Stunned, you pick it back up and scan through the pages. Every female pictured is wearing her name in easy-to-read letters at her neck. There’s a public service ad for Girl Scouts with MEGAN and KYLIE. Middle Eastern women have their names outside their burqas (in English letters, no less). Even, in an editorial cartoon, the Statue of Liberty is drawn with the letters LIBERTY on her neck.
“Catching up on the news?” asks a female voice.
You look up. It’s the redhead. “Uh, ha ha, yeah,” you say. “Julia.” You shut the magazine and throw it back onto the table, where it knocks over a red plastic cup that’s fortunately empty.
“Nice to know someone’s still reading magazines,” she says. “I’m a journalism major.”
You can’t believe it, but your wish seems to have affected the entire world -- you wished to know “all the girls’ names,” and the rock’s magic came up with a way to change reality to make that happen.
“I asked what your major was,” she says.
“Oh, sorry,” you say. “It’s complicated.” Super complicated, given that you couldn’t afford school. Of course, that could easily change with the rock...
“Ah, undecided,” she says with a nod.
Given the gorgeous woman you’re looking at right now, college isn’t exactly the first thing on your mind. You’re a boob man, and based on the hint of cleavage you can see, she might have a nice pair -- maybe not as big as some of the other girls at the party, but certainly well shaped -- and you find yourself wondering what would happen if you wished that women’s clothes didn’t cover their breasts.
But then you wonder instead, what if you just wished for a world with a lot more casual sex, so that you could just suggest the idea to Julia right now, and she’d be all right with it.
You quickly glance down at the rock in your pocket and see that it’s back to glowing; you stick your hand in and whisper, “I wish... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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