Japanese

Tom had been thinking of one exact race the moment he suggested the wish: Japanese. He had an unhealthy obsession with Japanese adult videos and had an immense library of films on the computer. He even ran a porn blog. Sarah did not know because he was too embarrassed to admit his guilty pleasure.

"I wish Sarah was Japanese. No, not just Japanese, but a really beautiful and sexy Japanese with huge breasts, just like a JAV star!"

The coin heated up, confirming his wish had taken effect. Tom heard a loud gasp and opened his eyes. He was floored by the perfection of Sarah's new body. She was an amalgamation of all his favourite JAV stars's best traits- a gorgeous and youthful face that could turn his knees to jelly with just a smile, black silky hair that short and stylish, a slim and feminine body with ample curves. Lastly, his wish for a huge rack was definitely granted as her blouse ballooned out at the chest level and was double the width of her waist.

Tom checked herself out on front of a mirror and appeared to be pleased with the changes. "So this is the type of woman you like?"

"No! I loved your body too. I just wished for Japanese without thinking too hard about it."

"Don't lie. Do you really think I've never found out about your porn stash?"

Tom smiled sheepishly.

"Well, you've got your own pornstar wife now. What are you going to do about it?" Sarah asked with a sly grin.