*Two Wives and a Wishing Coin*

*Be Careful What You Wish For*

My friend Max looked up from his pint and leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued by my ominous tone.

"So, what happened with the wishing coin, Leo?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with interest under the dim light of the pub.

I took a deep breath and rubbed the brass coin in my pocket, a habit I had developed since the day everything changed. "Alright, but remember, this is a cautionary tale," I began. "My wife, Sarah, and I had a great relationship overall. But she was always so busy with work and home, and sometimes I felt neglected."

Max nodded sympathetically. "Understandable. But two wives? Really?"

I chuckled, half in amusement, half in regret. "Yeah, I know. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud. But one evening, feeling frustrated and selfish, I held this coin and wished I could have two wives. The coin heated up like it was alive and then... nothing. Or so I thought."

"And it worked?" Max asked incredulously.

"Oh, it worked, alright," I replied, a mix of laughter and trepidation in my voice. "The next morning, my best friend, Dave, showed up on my doorstep. Only, he wasn't Dave anymore. He looked exactly like Sarah—same curvaceous and busty redheaded body and all that. But mentally, he was still very much Dave."

Max nearly choked on his drink. "You're kidding!"

"I wish," I said mournfully. "So now I have two wives. Sarah, my real wife, and Dave... or Dana, as we now call him. Her. Whatever."

Max shook his head in disbelief. "So, how does this work? I mean, does Dana act like Sarah?"

I sighed, thinking of the odd but hilarious dynamics at my home now. "It's a mixed bag. Dana complains about how heavy Sarah's breasts are while doing chores around the house, and surprisingly, loves wearing low-cut tops to ‘show off his girls,’ as he puts it. Sometimes, I catch him checking himself out in the mirror with this ridiculous pride."

Max couldn’t stop laughing. "That's insane, man. Does Sarah know what happened?"

"Sorta. I told her, but she thinks it’s some sort of cosmic joke. It’s weird, though. They gossip together like lifelong girlfriends, talk about recipes, and even plan little weekend getaways," I explained.

Max raised an eyebrow, curious. "Sounds like a blessing and a curse."

"Exactly. At least he’s not a bad wife. He’s learned to cook Sarah's favorite dishes and even picked up knitting. But his personality hasn’t changed much—he's still got that rough, masculine edge. Half the time we’re arguing about sports, especially when he comes out wearing these skimpy green low-cut tops," I said, unable to keep a grin off my face.

Max’s eyes widened in bewilderment. "What's the weirdest part?"

I refilled our glasses and shook my head in amusement. "It’s the fact that Dana genuinely seems to enjoy this bizarre new existence. Like the last time I asked for a couple of beers during a game, out she came, boobs bouncing in that low-cut top, and then she started yelling at the TV about our team being down by ten points."

Max stared at me, mouth agape. "Man, that's crazy!"

"Tell me about it. So, be careful what you wish for, alright? Especially if you've got one of these coins,” I said, sliding the brass coin across the table to him.

Max picked it up, inspecting it closely. "I don't think I'll be making any wishes anytime soon, Leo."

I nodded, satisfied. "Good. You don’t want to know what kind of cosmic joke the universe might play on you next."

And with that, we clinked our glasses together, sharing a laugh and an unspoken agreement to leave well enough alone.

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