We follow Sarah to see how she's handling this

The morning thus far was absolutely wild, from Sarah's perspective. This time around, she knew that there was a wish affecting the way she thought, the way she felt. There were moments when she could actually feel it, could tell what reactions were utterly foreign to how she normally was.

No matter how uninterested in a morning romp she may have been on occasion, feeling Tom's cock brush against her had never made her as sharply annoyed as it had as she has been waking up. When she'd expressed that feeling out loud, it came with a small stab of shame, and she knew she should have felt worse than that.

But that was the point of this, wasn't it? Every time she talked down to Tom, she felt the comfort of doing what felt perfectly natural, and every time Sarah stopped to consider that maybe she was going too far, that maybe she should pull back a little, it felt increasingly wrong.

So, after leaving the bedroom, she went to work without a word to Tom. After all, he'd just cum, and she knew the little pervert would be out of it for a bit while he recovered.

Work occupied her thoughts after that. There was no pondering about just what they might get up to that night, as so often happened during the long hours at the office.

She did glance at a few coworkers, but decided quickly that wasn't the answer. After all, that might create actual lasting consequences that would be difficult to fix with the coin.

Fix with the coin... Sarah shook her head. What is there to fix? I don't even feel different. The longer she was like this, the more normal her new way of thinking became, and the more reinforced it was in her mind.

Still, the work day had to end eventually, which meant returning home. Knowing that Tom would have already gotten back himself, she felt like the evening would be something to bare with.

It did occur to her that perhaps she shouldn't go home, to Tom, but instead look into other options. Why not explore some options? That was the point of this silly wish, wasn't it?