You try to fight it!

Emphasis on “try”.

It’s hell. You are locked in the backseat of a clown car and a nymphomaniac crazy is behind the wheel! There is a tiny part of you that is starting to voice a few remarks. Namely, that is might not have been very wise to dabble in magic you didn’t understand, and that it was very unwise to not discuss with your wife the potentially life-altering changes you single-handedly bestowed on her. You forced the situation on her, and it might well be that magic is punishing you for it. Or the coin is torturing you. Or you just foolishly worded your wish.

The point is, you messed up.

And soon, you’re going to be a messy cum-filled white cunt.