A Change of Plans

You wake up the next morning with your alarm having gone off at the last possible minute you could get away with setting it for without being late for work. Susannah is more of an early riser than you are and has already left the flat so she can stop off for a session at the gym on the way to her own job. You don't care how good the security system on your Bugatti is, you aren't risking leaving it parked in the run down area around your office for eight hours straight. You'll take the train like usual.

You feel a lot better this morning than you did when you made this exact same commute twenty four hours earlier. That will probably be because last night was the first time you had sex in months, and the first time you had good sex in years. It could also be related to your improved finances, your new top of the range sports car and the ring on your finger that still has over nine hundred and ninety wishes left on it.

There is an announcement that your train is delayed yet again, which you'll no doubt get shit for when you in turn are delayed getting into work. You should have got an earlier one to be safe, they'll say. Fuck that. You wish the trains would just run on time like they are supposed to. But your ring does nothing. Wish not granted. Making the trains run to their scheduled destinations at the advertised times would literally be considered warping reality in this country. You wish you at least didn't have to pay for this shit show of a service. This time your ring does react. You reach into the pocket of your trousers, which feel a little heavier than before. Inside them is a small plastic wallet containing a golden card. It is claiming to be a life time rail pass that is good on any service in the UK. That will be pretty fucking useful if it works.

Eventually the train pulls up. You flash your lifetime pass at the conductor as you step onto it. He nods like he's seen them a thousand times before and you walk unchallenged to your seat. No more rail fares for you, it seems. That makes for a pretty great start to the day. You just wish you didn't have to work.

Your ring makes a bleeping noise.

Shit. That was an idle daydream, not a fucking wish. Now it's your phone that is trying to get your attention. You pull it from your pocket to see that you have an email alert. It's from the HR department at your company and marked as urgent. They are sorry to inform you that a restructuring of the company has resulted in them downsizing by one. You no longer have a position there. For fuck's sake! You obviously never wished to be fired!

What are you going to tell Susannah? You've lost your job a day after driving home in a mega expensive sports car. Actually, you can just tell her anything. She'll believe it and it will be fine. From a financial perspective, it should also be extremely easy to mitigate your job loss. You wish for five million pounds. No, wait! You wish for ten million pounds. Fuck it, why stop there? You wish for a hundred million pounds.

Your ring bleeps multiple times and the count of your remaining wishes reduces by three. You check your account on your banking app. This feels like winning the lottery, if it was a quadruple rollover week. There is more than a hundred and fifteen million quid in there. This time yesterday you were well into your overdraft, now you have more money than you know how to spend. The craziest thing is your overriding feeling is one of slight annoyance at making yourself rich beyond your wildest dreams in three wishes rather than one. That wasn't very efficient. A thousand wishes sounds like a lot, but you are going to burn through them all pretty quickly if you keep being this reckless.

What's frustrating is you are now stuck on the train when don't even need to travel, since you don't have a fucking job to go to any longer. Maybe you should just make a day of it? You can probably have a lot of fun in the city with a hundred and fifteen million pounds burning a hole in your back pocket. You settle into your seat and put your headphones on, hoping you are able to get through the rest of your journey without accidentally wishing for anything.

About five minutes later you look up and can't help but notice that there are two attractive young women sitting a few rows down from you, gossiping and giggling with each other as they obliviously enjoy their morning commute.

You have always had a bit of an issue with not being able to ignore sexy women if they are in close proximity. When you're accompanied by Susannah you can't get away with more than a quick glance before you find yourself receiving an angry slap on the shoulder. However, when you are alone, like you are now, you often find yourself staring shamelessly and fantasising about all the things you would like to do to them in a society where the rules didn't apply to you and you could act with reckless abandon without any consequences.

Susannah thinks you have an abnormally high libido. You suspect the reality is that hers is abnormally low (though you would never dare suggest that to her) and yours is pretty normal for a guy of your age. It just seems unfair that there are so many beautiful women in this world and you are only ever allowed to fuck one of them, and one who doesn't even like fucking much at that. Take these two hotties you are gawping at now, for example. The chances are you will never see either of them again in your life once your train reaches its stop. What a waste! You wish they were both naked and horny for you, and each other, right now. You could have so much fun with that! It's not like it would even be disloyal to Susannah because there would be no emotional connection or...

Oh fuck.

Your ring just went off. No, that wasn't a wish, it was just a horny fantasy! You may be a bit of a pervert but you aren't a total creep who would strip two innocent young women naked in public!

Except you totally have.

There are shocked gasps from around the carriage you are sitting in, which is fairly crowded during rush hour. The two young women look down at their own naked bodies and then across at each others.

They giggle, before shuffling up closer together. They make out a little before the blonde leans back and the brunette starts playing with her tits. It's like they are long time friends but this is the first occasion it has occurred to them to get naked, down and dirty with each other.

It's incredibly hot to watch. Plenty of other guys seem to think so too, as just about every male you can see is staring excitedly at them. One or two are getting slapped by their partners and ordered to avert their eyes. One dude is openly and unapologetically stroking a visible hard on through the denim of his jeans. Some old woman is making loud, pointed remarks about the young people of today having no sense of shame or decorum. The two women are ignoring it all, focused only on each other.

After guiltily enjoying the sordid spectacle you accidentally caused for a minute or two, you decide the only decent thing to do here is reverse your wish. You have no idea what kind of impact this could have on the lives and reputations of what looked like two perfectly respectable young ladies, after all.

You make the reverse wish silently.

Nothing happens.

Shit. You now vaguely remember something from the discarded rule sheet about not being able to reverse wishes for at least twenty four hours. It looks like these two are going to be carrying on like this until tomorrow morning. You will have to create a reminder to yourself to put this right then, or the pair will be stuck as a horny nudist couple for life. There was also a further element to your wish which is about to come into play.

The two naked hotties seem to notice your presence in unison, each locking eyes with you and refusing to avert their gaze. One strokes her hair and the other licks her lips as they both saunter sexily in your direction.