It’s only been a few hours since this happened to me. Since I brought home this strange rock dropped by a liquor loving loiterer, and thought to show it to my mom and kid sister. They were enamored by its strange glow and color, and when they touched it, poof. I went from male to female, 17 to 26, and looked like the older sister I never had. The gem was gone and now I’m almost starting to enjoy this. My fears, my worries, my lost life or lives, they’re afterthoughts in my mind, things that dour my expression as I walk through the mall, on the lookout for some trendy new outfits for a young woman such as I.