A husband's love

Jon looked at the ap on his phone, not sure if this was worth something that he should try or if he should get himself checked for mental problems (probably, if he was being honest to himself, a little bit of both). What was the saying again? No good deed goes unpunished? No act of charity goes unresented?

His wife of 20 years, Sarah, walked in the door, her face betraying a look of pure disgust and the contempt of all of womankind, he already had taken the call earlier in the day, and he was watching her from the stove as she sighed and poured herself a glass of fireball and downed it. His wife could drink, that was not in doubt. Whether her liver would life along with her, though, that was another thing coming.

"You'll need this, Jon, this will unlock everything for you," the man had whispered, after Jon had helped him to the bench and made sure to stay with him until he managed to catch his breath. It hadn't bothered him until after they had split that the man knew his name and knew of his marital problems, stranger still he had not mentioned either to him at all. The man had simply handed him a coin, a rather old silver dollar coin, and pressed it into his palm. "When you want something to involve the women in your life, clutch this in your palm and make your wish. Doesn't have to be spoken aloud, you can even think it. If the wish is granted, the coin will become hot. Any woman, Jon...any woman."

He had turned to look back at the man like maybe he had hit his head but the moment his eyes fell on where he had sat the man, the emptiness next to him caused him to think maybe, perhaps, HE needed the medical check up. Had it not been for the coin in his hand, though, he might have dismissed it. While they sat down and Sarah continued to bitch about her day, the coin in Jon's hand began to warm and he suddenly found himself looking at Sarah and wondering how exactly to change her life:

He could make her young again, maybe turn her back to 18 years old, becoming another daughter in high school? She wouldn't have to worry about glass-ceilings and she could live a new life (Age Regression, Dad-Daughter, mind alteration)

He could make her younger, maybe out of college, working as an escort? She wouldn't have to worry about doing anything except keeping in shape and being more "expressive" (Age Regression, bimbo, corruption)

He could regress her life and mental intelligence enough to make her a stereotypical bimbo arm candy (Bimbo, Age Regression, mind alteration)