My fair daughter (-Harem)

John felt the coin growing warmer and warmer in his hand as he glanced at Sarah for a moment and then nodded. "Listen, honey, if you could get a break from that shithole of an office, where would you like to end up?"

His wife laughed a little at the ridiculous question that he asked but she loved him for it, always just randomly interjecting nonsense to lighten the mood. "Easy, I'd go back to school, maybe like high school, before I had to deal with all this bullshit." As she listed things off that she wanted to accomplish this time around, and he indulged her while listening to her desires and changes from her first time through it (i.e. being a cheerleader instead of a wallflower, more outgoing, more popular, curvy and shapely, social butterfly), John began to form a picture in his head.

"Where'd that question come from, anyway?" she asked after a few moments, looking at him with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

He pointed at the stack of books she had checked out of the library on the counter, stacked haphazardly next to the phone and the window. Sarah was a voracious reader and if there was something she loved more than bitching about people from work like some sort of bad Dynasty Soap opera, it was indulging in Stephen King and Don Brown. "Figured you'd like to think of other things than Tiffany and Helen for a change."

"Fuck yeah," she replied and turned her attention back to the phone that was buzzing on the side next to her arm, distracting her from the way he looked at her again, staring almost, with a smile appearing on his face.

While Sarah was busy talking/yelling into her phone, John closed his fingers around the coin and smiled. Slowly he cobbled together her list of things that she wanted to change about her life if she could redo high school and then thought about how he wanted to play things: Did he want to be married or be a single dad? Did he want to change her drastically or have her revert back to how she looked in her past life? Did the coin have any limits to what he could ask for? Go big or go home, right? A small voice popped into his head almost immediately. The more changes you make, the stronger the wish, the more drained you will become. Be careful, all changes made to the person will be reflected in reality.

Why the hell not?

He looked again at Sarah, still on the phone with her work place, after hours...

I wish for Sarah to become my 18 year-old daughter, blonde and curvy as she described. She will be a cheerleader, captain of the varsity squad, very popular and social, academically gifted and very sociable. She will remember her current life and will wholeheartedly believe everything I say. He paused for a moment. Her young personality will be Melissa, I will wake her up by saying 'good night, Sarah' and revert her to Sarah by saying 'good morning, Sarah'. She will remember nothing about being Sarah when she is Melissa. She will find herself attracted to me as a man and a lover while as Melissa but she will be submissive and a cuckqueen. Before John found himself being able to wish anything else, his vision began to blur and he stopped himself, figuring that it had been a rather exhaustive list.

Deciding to test it, he leaned forward. "Good night, Sarah."

He watched as a slight shimmer covered his wife's body and a moment later a young girl, maybe no older than 18, appeared in front of him. The image that built in his mind as he listened to Sarah rambling about her ideal physical appearance as a high schooler now appeared in front of him.

She looked at him with a bright smile. "Hey Dad, it's nice to spend some time with you. Can't remember when the last time we ate dinner together was."

He smiled and placed a hand on hers, immediately causing her face to blush at his intimate contact but she dare not move her hand away. To her, it was normal to have physical touch with her dad.

"Me too, dear."