“Oh no! That’s not what I want!”

“I don’t want to have sex as a woman.”

“Very well, I will allow you to amen your second wish...” the turtle says.

You again feel that strange pressure and the room starts to expand. “What the!?” You gasp as your fingers pull inwards into your swelling hands, skin becoming rough scaly flesh. You drop to your knees as your limbs swell, contort and shift, hair vanishing, neck lengthening, back bulging with a hard shell. “I’m a turtle?!” You walk about and examine your tiny alien form. “Oh crap!”

The magical turtle moves slowly forward.

“Wait, no!” He nudges you with his shell then rises up, legs atop you, stubby front claws gripping the edge of your shell about your neck and scratching the soft scaled flesh beneath. Then you feel something pushing up behind you. “Oh...” You gasp as animal instinct takes over.

Time stretches and you vaguely recall a documentary about turtles and how they copulated for 24 hours. The male penis is half the length of its shell and you feel it impaling you deeply. Your Glouca... weird. However long this is taking you can’t do much more than let nature run its course. It’s an imperative. It feels great.

Finally he climbs off and slips out of you. “Thanks for that... it was a pleasure granting that wish. I should warn you though... you can only undo one wish...” he says.

“What?! Only one! So either I remain a male turtle or a female human...!?” You gasp.

“Yeah...” he laughs.

It’s not much of a choice. You have no desire to be a woman but being a turtle would be even worse. You look at your small reptilian form aghast.