Joy doesn't believe me

After I had corrected my name. Joy looked at me with her mouth agape for a few moments before grinning.

"No."

That wasn't the response I had hoped, "No? No what?"

"No," she spoke louder as to make a point.

I finally push the issue further, "What do you mean 'No'?"

"You name is Kenny. I know that for certain. I always make sure who I am tormenting. You name is K E N N Y!" she concluded.

"And I am saying that's wrong. I know my own name," I explain.

"Liar! I really can't wait until you fail and I grow bigger. I have met men before, but they never denied what they did. Some even defended their actions!" she continued her rant, "You! You deny such actions and try to falsely accuse my summoner for targeting the wrong person!"

I had enough of this. I quickly shot up from my bed and looked for my shorts I wore yesterday. Joy, not prepared for my sudden movements, sways left to right and tries to stabilize herself. I found my target and pull my wallet from my back pocket. Inside, I remove my license and help it in front of Joy.

"Read this and tell me the name on this card," I demand.

Joy reaches out with her tiny arms and grabbed the piece of plastic scanning back and forth. Through your common senses, you could feel a small hint of fatigue eventually rested the edge on her pelvis.

"Well?" you push the question again.

Joy still startled, spoke, "Kennedy..."

"And who is that a picture of?"

She spoke once more, "You..."

"And that's a drivers license. Official government ID. Why would I have a false name on it?"

"To buy ****," she bluntly responds.

"Ok. That's a good point but my ID says I am 20. It's no good for that," you explain.

Joy shakes her head in frustration, "Alright, I'll concede that. But that doesn't mean you didn't use a nickname to pick up girls to protect your reputation. Not that it matters anyways, all you men are the same and even if you weren't the my summoners target, I will make you suffer."

"How can you paint all men like that. I am not like that. My friends aren't like that."

"Ha! Please, every man a met has been exactly like that," she states.

"And have you met a man who you weren't meant to torment?" you ask.

Joy mouth opened but pauses lacking the words to answer, "Well no," she mumbled showing the first signs of doubt and that I might be right.

"Exactly! You have nothing but bad examples. How can you judge an entire gender based off so few people?!" I argue. I hope convincing her would end this curse and restore my penis.

"Just where you are going with this Kenny?" she demands.

"That I am right and I am not this Kenny. If you are choosing to stay with me, then you will see this entire situation is a horrible mistake," I respond.

"Ha!" she cackles, "I am going to love this! Let's see how long you deny your deserved punishment. There is so much enjoyment in ultimately accepting your fate. I have witnessed it dozens of times and it has been so long since I experienced it!"