The Body of Her Dreams

Tom was up early and made breakfast. Sarah came in, only wearing one of his T-Shirts.

"Good morning gorgeous." Tom said as he kissed his wife.

"Good morning. I've got a bit of a headache, but nothing that will keep me from work today."

"Have some breakfast." He said, sliding her a plate.

She sat down and started going over what she remembered from the last night.

"So I can let you out of a promise, and you can't make a promise to me that you can't keep. That gives me a couple ideas."

"Well, yes, but I wouldn't push that too far. I'm not going to make promises I don't want to keep."

"Speaking of promises you've made, I think you owe me a wish."

Tom pulled out the coin and felt that it was ready. "It is ready. I'm ready when you are."

"I trust you Tom, make it something I'd like."

Tom thought for a second, looking his wife over in the oversized t-shirt. "I wish that Sarah had the body of her dreams, with a wardrobe to match." He felt a wave of energy pass through him.

Sarah smiled as she stretched. Her bit of extra weight burned away, leaving toned muscles. Her legs got longer and her breasts got perkier. She started to darken, bot hair and skin, until she looked half asian, half hispanic. Her nose had slightly flattened as her eyes got slightly larger. Tom's shirt started to shrink and tighten around her. As it morphed it showed more of her body. It rode up over her now flat tummy, and Tom could see a hint of a six pack as Sarah squirmed from the changes. The shirt tightened into a crop top that showed just a hint of underboob.

Sarah's now green eyes looked up at Tom, "Wow, that felt great. I feel great!" She stood up, now six inches taller, most of it leg. She ran to the mirror and stared. "I look perfect."

Tom admired her. Her face was mature with light freckles, but not lined. Cute, beautiful, and sexy at the same time. Her slender figure offset by an ample butt and chest. Her lips were fuller than before. She appeared ageless, and it would be hard to say if she were 18 or 35.

She reached down and touched herself. Her head titled back and she closed her eyes. "Thank you. That was a wonderful wish. My sensitivity is through the roof now."

Tom felt out of place with his wife looking so good, so different. He was incredibly turned on by her, but more in the way he would be turned on by porn than by his love for the woman he'd known for the past decades.

Tom started taking small steps forward, not trusting that this goddess in front of him was his. Sarah's alarm went off, and she swore. She rushed to her wardrobe and put on a sexier version of what would be her standard work attire. She kissed Tom as she ran out the door. He stared after her and felt the coin. It wasn't that drained, so maybe he could do another wish in a few days.

He got ready for his work and walked into the home office to start.

Towards the end of the day he got a message from Sarah, "I got my boss to promise to promote me if I do well on a job for him."

"Congrats! You've been working towards that promotion for a long time now. He's been teasing you with it for almost two years. You deserve it!"

"Thanks! He was vague about what job I would need to do. I promised myself I'd give it my all, so I may be home a bit late depending on what the job is."

"I'm sure you'll knock it out of the park, especially since you can hold yourself to that promise. :)"

Tom worked up until dinner and hadn't heard back from Sarah.

She came home just as he was done cooking.

She walked in, clearly upset. "What's wrong, Sarah?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She said, grabbing a plate and sitting down to eat.

"If something is wrong you can always talk to me about it." He started giving her a back rub to lessen the tension in her shoulders. She flinched at first, but then started to relax.

"I know, Tom. I was just so ready to get the promotion and I thought I had it in the bag. He had me wait until everyone else left the office for the meeting to discuss the job I could do for him that would get me a promotion. He wanted a blow job."

Tom was furious. "What a dick! You should take it to HR and get him fired."

"HR is more likely to take his side since he was careful to make sure there wouldn't be evidence. They look out for the company, not for me. Promise me you won't do anything about it, please."

"I should go in and beat him senseless, but ok. I promise I won't do anything about your boss. I think you should try to transfer if possible, or find another job. I'm making enough for us to live on for a while."

"Thank you, but I'd like to get the promotion before transferring." Tom kept rubbing her shoulders and moved down towards her chest.

"Not tonight, Tom. I'm feeling a bit violated."

"I understand." He said, trying to hide his disappointment.

"Thank you."

She wasn't in the mood the following few days either. It came to Friday and Tom felt the coin after lunch. It felt ready again. He knew what he wanted to wish and quickly said, "I wish Sarah would get that promotion and love her new position."