Jake had finally figured out what he wanted to do with the stone. For weeks he had been going back and forth with ideas, but one thought kept coming back to him—Juliet.

Juliet was in his class, and Jake had nursed a quiet crush on her for as long as he could remember. She was kind, funny, and had a way of making the whole room light up when she laughed. The problem was, Jake completely froze up around her. Every time he tried to say more than a few words, his nerves got the better of him.

He wanted to really know her. To talk, to laugh, to just… be close. And so, holding the Wishing Stone tight, Jake whispered his boldest wish yet:

“I wish I could spend a whole week as a girl… and that I’d be best friends with Juliet.”

With a sudden flash of light, Jake felt his entire body shift. His clothes morphed, his voice softened, his frame reshaped. When the glow faded, Jake was gone. Standing in his place was Jacklin.

Her reflection in the nearby mirror almost made her gasp—longer hair, softer features, a girl’s figure staring back at her. But the strangest part wasn’t the body—it was how everyone else now remembered her. To them, she had always been Jacklin.

At first, Jacklin felt completely weird in her new form. Walking, talking, even hearing her own voice threw her off. But there was an upside—she could talk to Juliet without falling apart.

And she did.

Over the course of the week, Jacklin got closer to Juliet than she had ever dreamed. They went out after school, laughed until their sides hurt, and shared little secrets. Jacklin learned Juliet’s likes and dislikes, the places she loved to go, her favorite snacks and foods. They were inseparable—true best friends.

But as the final night approached, Jacklin knew the wish would end. She whispered a heartfelt goodbye to herself in the mirror, snapped one last selfie, and went to bed. Tomorrow morning, she would wake up as Jake again.

And she did.

The next morning, Jake stretched and smiled, relieved and happy to be himself once more. But he carried a warmth in his chest—he had truly gotten to know Juliet. Picking up the stone, he decided to start his day off with some luck.

“I wish today would be the best day ever,” he said.

As Jake got ready for school, another thought struck him. What about the pictures? He grabbed his phone, heart pounding as he scrolled through his gallery. To his surprise, four pictures remained.

Two of them were selfies with Juliet, laughing side by side. One was of him—well, Jacklin—hugging his little sister. And the last was the solo selfie Jacklin had taken before bed.

The photos hadn’t vanished. They were proof. Proof that the week had really happened. Jake smiled softly, then quickly locked the images away in a private folder. Nobody could ever know.

That night, Jake lay in bed thinking about the day. It had been amazing—Juliet had talked to him more than usual, and for once he didn’t freeze. Maybe, just maybe, things were changing.

Yawning, he reached for the Wishing Stone to plan his next wish. But when his hand brushed across his nightstand… it wasn’t there.

Panic fluttered in his chest. He tore through his room, checking under his bed, in his backpack, even his pockets. Nothing.

Finally, he sighed and slumped back onto his mattress. “It’s fine,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll find it tomorrow. No big deal.”

But Jake had no idea that someone else had already picked it up.

Earlier that day, in the school hallway, a girl had spotted the strange glowing stone on the floor. She had slipped it into her pocket, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. By the time Jake drifted into sleep, she was already making her very first wish.

End of Part 3.