Paul becomes Heather (20-something)

Richard still thought it was insane that a coin, no larger than maybe a half-dollar, could do what it had done not an hour earlier.

The coin had become unusually warm in his hand and a reddish glow shone through his clenched fist, startling him and almost causing him to drop it onto the ground. After a few seconds, the light and warmth faded but the laughter and surprised gasps from Paul and Jolene told him that the coin had, indeed, worked its magic. Where once lay his older friend/"grandparent" Paul, a young woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rack that you could bounce a basketball off of looked between Jolene and herself (couldn't call this goddess a "he"...)

"My god...it worked?" he croaked and the two laughed, hugged, and Jolene wiped a tear from her changed husband's eyes.

"Let's get going before things get awkward here...we have a lot to tell Richard..." she replied, exchanging a warm and playful smile at Paul, who was already getting up off the bed and reached for the bag containing a change of clothes. Realizing she was nude, Richard blushed and turned away, preferring to stare blankly at the coin in his hand.

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"...we suspect that the physical changes are the result of what you were thinking about at the time you made the wish."

Paul nodded, seemingly fine with the new body changes she had gone through as if it was common sense that she be like that. "My persona changed to match what my body's physical appearance became. Even now, outside the three of us, no one suspects anything else." She had pulled out a purse from the bag near her feet and fished out an ID. "Heather Mills, age 24..."

Richard looked at the coin in his hand and proffered it back to them. "You sure you won't take it back?"

Jolene shook her head and pushed his hand back. "It selected you when it granted your wish, dearie...For better or worse, you control its powers now."

He looked at his hand again and nodded slowly. "I can use this..to change and alter people..."

"Like your bitch of a mom, perhaps?" Heather mentioned and Jolene, for her part, hid her smile behind a hand. It was no secret that Jolene had not gotten along with his mom in particular, ever since he had disclosed that she made "bomb meatloaf".

He looked at Jolene for a moment. "What can I do for you, Jolene? I already repaid Paul, what about you?"