another wish

A strange thought occurred to Tom. Was he more attracted to Sarah than Tina because she was older - or was it because Sarah was his mom? He let the idea twist around in his head as he continued to admire Tina's younger form. She was younger than his mom but still mature - 39 he realized from his 'new' memories, the same age Sarah was before the wishing started.

What if he could combine them somehow, getting the best of both? He let his fingers play around with the coin in his pocket. Before he could seriously consider what he was doing, he suddenly blurted out "I wish she was my mom." Realizing he said that aloud he immediately added "I mean that Sarah, my mom, had a body like Tina."

Tom's vision blurred and he almost fell. He managed to drop roughly onto his butt. He blinked several times to clear his eyes and looked around him. He reeled from the changes, confused as what happened.

Tom was in someone's bedroom. Judging by the posters on the wall and general mess on the floor, it was a teenage boy's room. He stood, grabbing his bed post to stay stable.

A ring on his hand caught his eye - a high school senior class ring. Worried now he rushed over to a wall mirror.

"What the hell?" he gasped as he looked at his reflection. "I'm eighteen again!"