Samus

"I wish my wife was Samus Aran" wished Tom holding the coin.

"Oooh..." said sarah as an odd feeling started to wash over her. Her whole body tingled and grew warm. A tightness centred on her chest as she felt her breasts start to push against the confines of her bra. The bra shifted along with them, as did all of her clothes, starting to grow tighter and take on a blue tinge. Her blonde hair became even lighter, starting to shine like she was in a shampoo commercial as it rearranged itself into a long ponytail.

She shot up in height as her legs became longer, and then even more as her high-tech high-heels popped into existence on her feet. Her clothes morphed and tightened into a skin tight blue catsuit, as her body gained athletic muscle while her breasts ballooned outwards and her hips flared out to emphasize her newly toned core.

There was a weird pinching sensation as her face rearranged itself, and suddenly she felt the weight of a gun on her hip.

"Hey 'Samus,' why don't we go check out that new body of yours?" asked Tom

Sarah looked a little disturbed at her transformation... but at the same time this turned her on, in a way.