Mark, a fiancé whose teenage fantasies catch up to him

Mark was a 30-year old software engineer who had it made. He had asked his work crush Rachel out five years ago, and the two hit it off spectacularly. Now, after half a decade of growing and nurturing their relationship and each other, Mark had proposed to Rachel two weeks ago in the park and she joyfully accepted as they spun around hugging each other.

The two lovebirds were in the living room watching The Notebook, with Rachel curled up on Mark's left side and wrapped under a blanket. Just as Rachel was getting a good glimpse at Ryan Gosling, a magical cloud of smoke poofed into existence as a fair-skinned lady in a blue ball gown appeared.

"Good evening, Mark!" Priscilla introduced herself, "I'm Priscilla Appleblossom, your fairy godmother. I just heard you were engaged. How exciting!

Anywho," she continued, "I was busy with things for a while, so I have a lot of your wishes to go through."

"I don't think I've ever made any wishes..." Mark protested before Priscilla cut him off.

"Not verbally, not out in the open," Priscilla continued, "but I see you used to have an account on this website ... C H Y O A... .com...?" as Mark's expression fell into one of horror.

"That was 10 years ago!" Mark protested, "my life's moved on from then. And besides, I've never said anything serious on there!"

"Well, it says here you had this story called 'E... N... F... Heroes'?" Priscilla once again expressed incredulity, "and you commented, 'ENF is so hot. I wish my girlfriend always went around naked!'"

"That was a joke! A horny dream!" Mark protested as Rachel glared at him, "Even back then, I didn't mean it for real life!"

"Well, your wish is my command!" as Priscilla waved her wand.

"Wait, no no no!" Mark pleaded as Rachel was enveloped in a cloud of smoke and emerged naked.

"Well, I must get going!" Priscilla poofed herself out of existence.

"Mark..." Rachel began, "does this mean what I think it means?"

Rachel got up, fished a change of her clothes out of her backpack, and slid the panties on, only to have them disappear in a puff of smoke.

"Well then," Rachel said in an annoyed huff, "I might as well get completely naked, then," she slid the ring off.

"I can't live like this – goodbye, Mark," Rachel said curtly instead of using a pet name as she put the rest of her clothes on without hassle and was soon out the door.

Mark sat back in incredulity, his eyes dry from the emotion, and after pinching himself he got his phone and texted her.

"Hey Rach, I know you had to do what you had to do, but I'll let you know when I get the curse lifted so we can get back together!" he sent with hope in his eyes.