A tall and dominant orc

Tom's mind latched onto something quickly, but he shook his head, trying to banish the thought. It was hot, but...

"Hey!" Sarah called out, moving her finger up to tap on his chin. "You thought of something! Don't try to deny it, just tell me!" She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you. I want to hear what you thought of, even if I end up vetoing it."

Since there was no way to get out of it at that point, Tom told her. "Well...I kind of thought it would be interesting...if you were an orc?" Even saying it out loud felt weird. And perverted. And hot as fuck.

Eyes sparkling now, Sarah smiled up at him. "Oooh, now that would be interesting!" Reaching down, she ran a hand down her frame. "My body tends towards this, like when I was young, or how it originally got when I was older. I've never been strong, and...wait what if I'm taller than you?" She gasped at the idea, clearly enthralled with it.

"I was...definitely imagining that to be the case," Tom admitted.

"Okay, and? More details!"

Starting to get embarrassed, he did as she asked. "Well, yeah, taller...maybe six and a half feet? Muscular, like you said, but still with a health amount of fat? Not a bodybuilder, but an actually strong person." He didn't say it out loud, but he imagined she would have a bit of a pudgy belly as an orc. "Green skin obviously, and tusks protruding from your mouth, but not big ones. Maybe...a bit hairier?" The more he talked, the more Sarah motioned for him to continue.

Shivering at his words, she nodded her head. "That sounds great! So, orc for the weekend...oh! Make me act like an orc too, or maybe even think like one!"

Grabbing the coin, Tom held it, rubbed it, and spoke the wish aloud. "I wish that Sarah would transform into an orc version of herself, based on how we're both imagining her. She will also think and act more orcish, based on how Sarah thinks orcs would think and act." The coin heated up, and he watched as she changed.