Good for One Wish

Simon picked up the coin off the street. He had done the math before as a brilliant mathematician. It was technically not worth one’s time to do so, yet he did so anyway. As it turned out the coin wasn’t any sort of currency. Instead it was some sort of cheap alloy that said on it, “Good for one wish.”

Realizing it was even more worthless than he though, he sought to simply toss the coin, but it would not leave his hands. This was a curious development. With a bit of his inner fantasy nerd coming through, he thought maybe a wish was in order -- regardless of how silly that seemed.

He thought of wishing for a million dollars...or a billion dollars! He opened his mouth.

“I wish,” He said with a pause, but the next words out of his mouth were somehow completely out of his control, “That I was a hot dumb bimbo of a woman, who wanted nothing more than in life but to find a husband to please.”

Then the coin fell from his hand. He tried chasing after it, but it rolled around on the street before falling into the sewer grate. Simon looked down there. A part of him still realized he probably used to be smart enough to figure out a way to get it, but he was now much too focused on how gross sewers were.

And the coin would continue on its way. It might be some time before someone found it. And the next holder of the coin would be transformed into the billion dollars Simon wanted to wish for, but as Simon was transformed into the woman the previous coin holder had wanted.