This choice: You wish to be young starting a family again. • Go Back...Chapter #5You wish to be young starting a family again. by: PonyGirl You see the young woman with the stroller. You realize that if you and your wife had had children, you might not be alone right now. Instead, you might be bouncing grandchildren on your knee. But your wife did not want to have children. It was the only thing you disagreed on, and was the source of the biggest arguments in your marriage. You couldn't understand why she made such a big deal of it. After all. Women were designed to have children. Right?
You look at the coin and sigh, "Three wishes hugh. I can think of the three I would want most right now if I could. I wish I could be young again. I wish I was married to someone who believes as deeply as I always have, and we both acknowledge that it is the wife's duty to have children. And I wish we couldn't help having a large family to make sure we are not alone in our old age."
Suddenly things seem to be spinning around you! You don't know what is going on, but you can't move. Soon you are so dizzy you can't feel your own body! Finally it begins to subside. When it does, as soon as you can see normally, you realize that something is not right. You are now sitting closer to the woman with the baby. Your entire perspective has shifted. You feel something brush your shoulders and go to brush it away, only you find out it is long, brown hair. You see your hand, it is soft, small and very feminine. Suddenly you are aware of other sensations. You look down at yourself, and you are wearing a dress! Not only that, but you have breasts! As you move you legs, you can feel the truth, you are female!
Something else catches your eye, your wedding ring has changed to two bands. A large diamond engagement ring, and a matching wedding band. You look around, but nobody seems to be acting strange, and you don't want to draw attention to yourself. You realize that the coin must have worked! Only, you didn't word you wish specifically. You wished to be married to someone, but you didn't say a wife! You were looking at the young woman with a baby at the time, so maybe it thought you meant you wanted to be a woman! A married woman! This was too wrong! You notice that you have no pockets in this dress, but you do have a purse. You rummage through the purse and thankfully find the coin! You hold it and say, "I with I was the husband instead of the wife!" You wait, and wait, and nothing happens! Then it occurs to you. The man said three wishes a month. You already made three wishes! You will have to live like this for at least a month!
You go back to you house, and you are thankful that your key works. But when you get inside, it is very different. The old furniture you kept because you wife picked it out is gone. There is new furniture now, and you really like it. Then you realize that of course you do. It is exactly what you would have picked out!
You look through the house. It is remodeled, painted, fresh, familiar yet different. It is a large home with five bedrooms. You gasp when you look at the smallest room. It is totally set up as a nursery!
You hear the door close downstairs and your heart begins to thump! A robber? How will you handle a robber in this little, frail body? A young man walks up the steps and smiles. "Emily? Is something wrong?" He comes up and hugs you. He looks at the nursery. "I know honey. Don't worry. I am glad we decided to spend the money we would have wasted on a honeymoon to buy this house instead. With luck, we will fill that nursery soon. Would you like to start trying now? This is our honeymoon after all."
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