Art by anonymous (By request of the artist)
Request by prettygirl128 (Commissioner of the art)
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Tylor peered around the corner at the gorgeous blonde woman sitting on the apartment
couch and sighed as she half heartedly shoved a spoonful of melting ice cream into
her mouth. Her shirt had already been stained past the point of wear ability, but no power
on heaven nor earth had seemed able to stir her from her funk long enough to get her to
clean up and change. “She’s still just moping, ya.”
“Still?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked incredulously. “It's been over a
month and she’s not even improved a little?”
“Well I mean she’s letting us call her ‘her’ now so I guess that’s something?” Tylor remarked,
glancing at a photo on the fridge of himself, Tom the owner of the voice on the other end of the
line and a third man who wore the same shirt as the golden haired goddess. “But she seemed
more resigned then accepting so… Who even knows.”
Tom was silent for a long minute before declaring, “I’m coming over.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Tylor asked, eyes widening slightly. “I mean after the wish
you made…”
“I know, but if she’s not going to get better on her own, then I have to do something.” Tom
stated before a beep signaled the calls abrupt termination.
Tylor hung up the phone as visions of the incident began to run through his mind.
It had all started innocently enough, with Steven telling them about the strange shop he
had found on his way back from work. He had been obviously delighted by the absurdity of
the old man running the place, a wizened old fellow who apparently had been pottering around
the place in a fancy bathrobe, making wild claims about the various items he had for sale.
Steven had apparently been humoring the elderly fellow when his eye had caught sight of a
shiny golden coin kept behind a pane of glass and marked with a price tag which would make
even the most miserly of shoppers stop and stare.
“Ah I see the wishing coin has sparked your interest?” The old man had said, his eyes
lighting up. “A fine prize, but beware, for it will only grant three wishes before its powers are
gone forever!”
Steven had tuned out that warning and it was only in retelling the tale after it was already too
late that he had recalled it. A shame, as had it registered more clearly, he might not have
bought the coin and rushed home with it without a second's hesitation. He also might have
been more careful about passing the thing about as he told his story. Still he had done so and
so when the coin passed into Tom’s hand the trouble had started.
“Lucky find.” Tom had joked. “I wish I had three wishes!” He laughed then, unwitting of what
he had done or was about to do. “Then I could wish to be rich and instead of hanging out with
you losers everyday I’d just be able to say I wish I had a beautiful wife to spend time with
instead!”
The third wish made the coin had suddenly glowed white and then vanished with a sound like
a chiming bell. Instantly Steven’s hair had paled in color, till it took on a golden hue and
cascaded down behind his back. Feeling this he gasped, but his voice was already by then
rising higher and becoming breatherer till his newly huge green eyes flew wide in shocked
surprise. “My voice!” He cried, feeling his lips as they softened and enlarged, becoming
pillowy and kissable. “What’s happening to me!?” An answer was shortcoming, though not in
a way Steven had wanted as within seconds of his face becoming more round and feminine
his chest had rapidly begun to expand till his shirt strained at the seams to hold in his now
bountiful bosom! Finally, any possible lingering doubts on what was happening were banished
as the newly minted woman squealed, Steven’s hands flying between his legs to feel his penis
slip inside of his body, opening up room for a pair of moist vaginal lips and more besides
inside of his abdomen.
All three friends gaped at the changes as the few last adjustments finished transforming
Steven into an unrecognizable flaxen haired bombshell. Steven had reached up and begun
to feel his new chest, but quickly stopped after letting out a low, sultry moan at the surge of
pleasure it had brought him before rounding on Tom with a furious blush on his face. “You!
You did this to me! Your stupid wish made me into your wife! That’s why this feels so good
and why I’m so hot whenever I look at…” Her blush deepened and she stood quickly. “GET
OUT OF OUR APARTMENT! YOUR RICH NOW, GO GET YOUR OWN PLACE! I DON’T
WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN YOU ASSHOLE!”
Tom, still speechless, had nevertheless done as he was told, hurrying from the apartment and
putting himself up for the night in a hotel to process the changes both to his friend and his
now overflowing bank account. From them on, he had stayed away from their old place,
establishing himself in a fancy new house near the edge of town, yet he had made a habit of
calling Tylor weekly to see how Steven was managing.
Steven, motivated by disgruntled indignation had been driven for the first few days by a
desire to find either the coin or strange shop, but when neither could be found, he had slowly
sunk into a lethargic funk, laying on the couch and refusing to do much of anything. Tom had
tried to cheer him up, first by insisting that he could still live out his old life mostly unchanged,
then when that had failed by trying to get her to adjust to her new life. This had worked only
marginally better, getting her to accept feminine pronouns and a new name, but Stepheny had
just continued to eat and lay about the apartment.
A knock on the door shook Tylor from his recollections and he hurried to let Tom in.
“The apartment looks nice.” Tom remarked, removing his white suit jacket and hanging it on
one of the new coat racks Tylor had installed. “You been using that money I sent to spruce the
place up?”
“Ya.” Tylor shrugged. “I tried to use some of it to get Steph out and about or at least to get her
into a new set of clothes, but…”
“I know.” Tom gave Tylor’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you for looking after her,
but like it or not, that wish linked us together and staying away is clearly not really going to
help anyone.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “But I think I know how to get her out of her
depression.”
“How’s that?” Tylor asked, frowning as Tom removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
“She hates your guts, I don’t think shirtless groveling is going to change that.”
“Don’t worry about it buddy.” Tom winked. “Just hang back in the kitchen for a bit and let me
handle things from here.”
Still confused Taylor retreated to the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee, trying his
best to ignore the sudden shouting from the living room.
“YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SHOWING UP HERE!”
Tylor cleared his throat and began to hum.
“OH MY GOD! You have GOT to be kidding me!? Like I would ever…”
Tylor paused as Stepheny’s voice grew quiet and he heard her say, “Well… Maybe just…
Just this once. But then I don’t ever want to see you again!”
Tylor did his level best to ignore the implications of that remark, but the sudden squeal of
feminine delight from the living room cut through his renewed humming with enough volume
to wake the whole block. Face turning bright red Tylor raised his own voice in response,
singing the first song to come to his head as from the living room loud thuds and Stepheny’s
squeals of pleasure drowned out everything else.
“YES! YES! YES!”
Tylor turned on the faucet and without a moment's hesitation shoved his head under the
spray of water. Yet even with that roar of liquid muffling out the world, he could still hear a
chorus of grunts and screams culminating in a shared exaltation of delight. Then the world
went blessedly quiet once more.
Tylor slowly pulled his head out of the water after letting the worst of the drippage subside,
grabbed a dish towel and began to clean himself. As he did so he noticed approaching
footsteps and was surprised to see Stepheny, totally naked and with a coy smile spread
across her plump lips. She wiggled her hips as she walked, letting her healthy breasts
swing till she stood just besides Tylor, leaning forward and pulling her arms back to
emphasize her feminine curves.
“So…” Stepheny’s smile grew. “Tom offered to let us move into his mansion!”
“And you accepted?” Tylor’s eyebrows raised.
“Of course I did silly!” Stepheny giggled. “He’s my husband after all!”
As Stepheny turned and pranced back towards the living room Tylor cupped his hands
around his mouth and shouted after her, “His place better have soundproof walls!”
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