Tom was still scared and confused, about how he and his possessions had suddenly been feminized, when he heard someone clear their throat. He clutched at his pillow a bit tighter when he caught sight of the creature that he found to be in his room.

    "Greetings, Earthling!" Said the creature enthusiastically. "I am the typo ferry!"

    "The type-O... Fairy?" Tom asked tentatively, not knowing what else to do.

    "That's right!" Answered the typo ferry. "I deliver typoes!"

    "Huh...?" Was Tom's response, as he was completely baffled by the situation.

    The typo ferry sighed and said, "Look, kiddo, you notice something wrong, don't you?"

    Tom gave a nod while keeping his eyes on the so-called typo-O fairy.

    "Well, it's like this: there was a mistake made on your form when it was renewed." The typo ferry explained.

    Tom gave a look that indicated his complete lack of understanding.

    "You don't know anything, do you?" The typo ferry complained.

    "I'm only fourteen..." Tom replied, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.

    "Ah... Don't cry..." The typo ferry delivered awkwardly. "I'll explain, okay?"

    Tom wiped at his eyes and said, "Please. I don't know what to do..."

    "Well, for one, you'll have to wait another seven years before anything can be done." The typo ferry informed him.

    "What?" Tom said with a raised voice, as he got upset. "Why!?"

    "Because the big guy's too busy and brushes everything aside in accordance with the timing of the seven-year cell renewal that takes place in your body." She explained, swinging a hair brush when "brushes" had been mentioned. "The big office in the sky used to be polytheistic, you see, but the god of jealousy wanted everything and treated the others badly on his way to the top. After that the others quit and left him with all of the work."

    Tom pretended as best as he could to understand what the little critter was talking about. He was more concerned about how he had been changed and how he could get changed back.

    "So... How exactly did this happen?" He asked.

    "Well, I think he got too tired and wrote your name and sex too close together on the form." The typo ferry said.

    "Tommale...?" Said Tom, confused.

    "No, no, no..." The typo ferry responded with a bit of exasperation. "The big guy has his particular way of writing things. If a male's young they'll be listed as a boy, if they're mature they'll be listed as a man, and if he doesn't like them he lists them as cigarettes."

    "He's strange." Tom found himself saying. "So I guess that means that it came out as... Tomboy?"

    "You got it!" Said the typo ferry cheerfully.

    "And I won't be able to return to normal for another seven years?" He asked.

    "Well, possibly..." Said the typo ferry with uncertainty.

    If Tom hadn't liked the idea of waiting seven years, indefinitely sounded much worse!

    "Possibly!?" He cried.

    "Um... yeah." Said the typo ferry cautiously. "The big guy might just decide to mark you down as 'female', because he can be spiteful like that. And if that happens, well... He doesn't like females because all of the goddesses had spurned him. That's why he's single, you see. Even the cigarette gods don't want anything to do with him."

    Tom seemed to lose his spirit and collapse into himself.

    "Um... Uh..." The typo ferry voiced, feeling awkward. How could she leave the poor Earthling in such a state? But what could she do?

    And then it came to her!

    "Hey! Chin up! I'm going to help you!" She declared, raising the hair brush into the air.

    Tom sat up slowly, somewhat lifelessly, and looked up at her.

    "Here, take this!" The typo ferry said, shoving the hair brush into Tom's hands. "Raise it over your head, say, 'I won't be brushed aside so easily,' and you'll become a magical girl!"

    Tom promptly fell off of his bed.