He turns her into a sex worker.

Deciding to go with his first thought, Tom decided to keep this wish a secret by making it in his head. ‘I wish that, until sunrise, Sarah will think of herself as a sex worker. She will take off her wedding ring and walk the streets all night in her most revealing clothes, trying to get work having sex with people. She will take a picture of each client and send it to me, as security.’ The coin heated up in his hand, and for a second Tom saw his wife’s eyes glaze over as it took effect.

“Well, I better head out,” she told him, leaning over to kiss Tom on the cheek while taking off her ring. Then, with a confident walk that showed off her wonderful butt, Sarah walked into the bedroom and shut the door. Deciding to savor the experience, Tom just waited for her to come out, and it was worth it. Strutting like she was a model on a runway, Sarah walked out of the room half an hour later looking like a different woman.

First off, she had way more make-up on that she usually did. Lots of lipstick, lots of blush, and lots of eyeliner. It definitely added to the ‘lady of the night’ thing she was absolutely aiming for now, since it was what she was. As for where she got the clothes she had on, Tom had no clue. Maybe the wish poofed them into existence in her wardrobe? Because otherwise, he had no idea where a pair of ripped leggings and a crop top that barely covered her boobs were all these years. He whistled at the sight of her. “You look like a whore.”

She smiled, but in a chiding tone replied, “Thanks, Tom, but I’ve told you a thousand times: we prefer to be called sex workers. Now, I’m out of here, see you in the morning, love you!” With that, Sarah left the house, and Tom got some coffee started. After all, he was going to stay up all night with her, wasn’t he?

The idea of her sending the pictures wasn’t really a security thing. Well, it kind of was, just in case something bad happened and she never showed up the next morning. But more than that, it was a way for him to know how the night was going, and just who she was fucking. After an hour and a half of nothing, Tom’s phone vibrated. It was a picture from his wife, all right, and it was of a man.

The man in question looked moderately well-off, arrogant, and young. The idea of him fucking Sarah got Tom hard. After him, it was an avalanche of pictures, at least one every half hour. Most of them were men, and they ranged from handsome playboys and jocks to several schlubby losers. But a few were women, and that both surprised Tom, and made what was happening even sexier.

Over the course of that night, Tom must have masturbated to imagining just what his wife was up to at least half a dozen times. But it still had to end. Soon, dawn came, and soon afterwards Sarah came through the front door. She looked a little embarrassed by what she was wearing. “Really, Tom? You made me a hooker?”

Her annoyed tone made him laugh. “What, you didn’t like it? Also, you were very insistent about being a ‘sex worker’.” That got a smile from her. “So, did the other wish work? How do you actually feel about your night?” After all, that had kind of been the point of this.

Tom watched as she shivered in question just thinking about it. “I...really can’t complain. It was a lot of fun, and I’m not bothered by what I did at all.” She went over a few details, about how this one guy’s dick was almost too big to take, or how sweet this one lesbian was, and it sounded like she was talking about her normal work. “So, yeah, it just felt like work. In my head, now, I know I’m not a sex worker anymore, and I don’t think I’d want to do it again, but for what it was? It was nice, and I don’t mind having done any of it.” Well, at the very least, they knew the previous wish had done as promised.