Spice it up a little bit

As Sarah disappears back into the fitting room with another outfit, you slip the coin out of your pocket. The profile of her face—her nineteen-year-old face now—seems to shimmer under the boutique's spotlights. You rub your thumb across it, feeling that now-familiar warmth spreading through your palm.

"I wish Sarah was more into revealing outfits," you whisper, cupping the coin close to your mouth to prevent anyone from overhearing.

The coin pulses with heat, though less intensely than when you changed her age. A subtle ripple of energy passes through the boutique, disturbing nothing physical but altering something intangible in the air.

"Michael?" Sarah calls from behind the fitting room curtain. "I'm not sure about this one anymore."

You pocket the coin quickly. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's just... too conservative," she replies, her voice carrying a note of dissatisfaction that wasn't there before. "Actually, wait—let me try something else."

You hear hangers sliding across the metal rod inside the fitting room. After a few minutes, the curtain parts and Sarah steps out in a dramatically different outfit than anything she's tried on so far—a cropped top that reveals her midriff paired with a mini-skirt that showcases her legs.

"What do you think?" she asks, turning to examine herself in the mirror. "Too much?"

The question seems perfunctory; her expression tells you she already loves it. The outfit is certainly revealing, but she wears it with a confidence that makes it seem tasteful rather than inappropriate.

"It looks amazing on you," you say truthfully, though you're trying to reconcile this choice with the Sarah who, just an hour ago, was selecting conservative wrap dresses.

Maya, the sales associate, returns with more items. If she's surprised by Sarah's dramatic shift in style preferences, she hides it well. "I found some pieces you might like," she says, hanging several items on the rack outside the fitting room. You notice they're all considerably more revealing than Sarah's earlier selections.

"Perfect!" Sarah exclaims, eyes lighting up as she examines a backless dress with a plunging neckline. "This is exactly what I was looking for."

She disappears again into the fitting room, emerging moments later in the backless dress. The transformation in her shopping preferences is striking. Where before she was selecting clothes that balanced youth with sophistication, now she's gravitating toward pieces that celebrate and showcase her youthful body.

"I don't know why I was being so uptight before," she says, adjusting the dress's neckline to show even more décolletage. "If I've got it, why not flaunt it, right?"

You nod, watching as she twirls before the mirror. There's something unsettling about witnessing this change in real-time—the shift in her preferences happening so abruptly, so completely, all because of your whispered wish.

"Let's get this one," she decides, "and the crop top set. Oh, and that bodycon dress too." She glances at you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I'm going to need new underwear as well. Something that works with these necklines."

As Maya rings up Sarah's selections—a collection now substantially more revealing than her initial choices—you catch Sarah eyeing a lingerie boutique across the mall corridor.

"We should head there next," she says, nodding toward the store's window display featuring mannequins in lace and satin. "I'm thinking something red. What do you think?"

The question hangs in the air between you, laden with implications that weren't present in your marriage hours ago. You've changed not just how she looks, but how she sees herself, how she chooses to present herself to the world. The power of the coin weighs heavy in your pocket as Sarah waits for your response, her newly youthful face animated with an enthusiasm for revealing clothing that you've manufactured.