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A Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer

Ben is jealous of his best friend Allen’s success in life. Allen has an amazing, beautiful wife named Scarlet, a great job, and a perfect house, while Ben has none of these things. But when Ben makes a wish using a magical hand-me-down to have all that Allen has, things go much further than he intends. Soon all Ben, Allen, and Scarlet all find their roles rearranged . . . permanently.

Love Thy Neighbour

“Thanks for coming over Ben,” Allen said as his friend was readying to leave. “Scarlet and I are just so glad to have a friend like you, aren’t we Scarlet?”

“We sure are,” the gorgeous redhead said.

“Gee, thanks guys,” Ben said. “It was a lovely dinner. I really appreciate it.”

“Well, I know how hard things have been for you lately.”

Ben blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He disguised it by pretending to go for his hate. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop feeling jealous of Allen. He knew it was wrong of him. After all, they’d been best friends since high school, and now the two of them were in their late twenties and still catching up each week for dinner. Only now it felt less like hanging out with a friend, and more like receiving charity. The reasons were obvious. Whereas Allen had found great success in investing in the stock market, Ben was stuck in a dead end night guard job that only paid minimum wage. Whereas Allen had a perfect house with four bedrooms and a spacious living area and backyard, Ben was forced to reside in a ratty apartment that he could barely afford. And whereas Allen had found a gorgeous wife in the fiery Scarlet, a curvaceous redhead with an impressive Double-D cup bust and a perfect hourglass figure, Ben could barely manage to keep a girlfriend, often due to his money situation. It was humiliating, and every time he caught up with his friend, it only reminded him that Allen had everything he wanted.

He gave a sigh as he reached the doorstep.

“Look guys, I really appreciate the help. I do. Scarlet cooks such a great chicken.”

“You bet I do,” she said, grinning proudly. “Just wait till you taste my lamb.”

Ben tried not to look too obviously smitten with her. He’d been Allen’s best man, and he’d done his best to hide that Scarlet was literally the embodiment of his perfect woman. Hell, any man’s perfect woman! She could cook, clean, and fill out any dress in all the right places. Not to mention she had a quick wit. And to hear Allen say it, she had an incredible sex drive on top of it all.

“Well, about that,” Ben said. “I don’t want to have to keep leaning on you guys.”

Allen put up a hand. “I don’t want to hear another word, Ben. You’ve been my best friend all my life, you literally brought me to the party where I met Scarlet. We’ll help as long as you get back on your feet.”

Ben sighed, grateful, yet also a little irritated. “I just . . . I just wish I had the lives you guys have.”

Scarlet gave a sympathetic smile as she hung on her husband’s arm.

“There’s someone out there for you, tiger. You’ll catch her.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Things will improve,” Allen said. “I know it.”

Ben sighed again, nodded, and gave several more pitiful thanks.

“All the best you two,” he said, “not that you need it.”

And with that, he walked out the door.

***

Ben entered his ratty apartment, feeling utterly exhausted. He’d walked home rather than cost himself the cab. He didn’t want Allen or Scarlet to know he’d had to sell his cheap-ass vehicle just to get by. He swatted a spider and got rid of its nest, and then decided to unwind with a beer. After a couple of drinks, he visited the bathroom to take a piss, and he took a heavy breath at his reflection. He wasn’t ugly. In fact, he had an innate rugged handsomeness, with his dark hair and square jaw. But he looked beaten down by life, which he felt.

“I wish I had their life,” he said to himself. “I wish I had a hot lady like Scarlet on my arm. God, just to fuck someone like her would give me the energy I need. At least enough to make it through another day of being a fucking loser.”

As he said this, he stepped past a stack of hand-me-downs that had been given to him by his late great aunt, and nearly tripped over them. He just managed to catch his beer in time, but as he righted himself, he saw a strange little red rock fall from the pile, one that was glowing softly.

“Hello there,” he said. “I remember you.”

He picked up the warm little rock and examined it. It sparkled a little, almost unnaturally.

“You’re that wishing rock that Great Aunt Janice was always going on about. The one that could supposedly change my destiny.” He chuckled lightly. “She used to have several of them, the crazy rich old bat. How did she manage to live to one hundred and twelve anyway? Or get so rich? She claimed it was because when she was little, that she’d found the site of a fallen shooting star and collected dozens of its glowing rocks. Each of them, allegedly, contained the power to grant a single irreversible wish. One that would be permanent and could not be overridden. No one in the family believed her, but as a kid, Ben had loved her stories, and so once she passed she had imparted one of her treasures to him. He had packed it away as a nice memory and not thought about it.

Until now.

“Huh, the old wishing rock. Damn if I don’t want you to be real.”

It really did look supernatural, with its soft glow and strangely smooth surface.

“Ah, what the hell,” he said to himself. “Can’t get much lower than I am. How about this then? I wish I had everything that my friend Allen has. There!”

He scoffed at the ridiculousness of it all, and the fact that he’d been privately hoping.

And then the stone glowed ever brighter. It became hot in his hand, and he became startled as it glowed so bright it was almost impossible to see. He was about to yell for help when suddenly it exploded, dissipated in a puff of red mist.

And then it was gone.

“Holy crap,” he said. “That . . . does that mean it’s real?”

His mind reeled with possibilities. What if it was real? He’d just made the perfect wish!

At least, he thought so.

***

Ben’s hopes were dashed over the next few days. There seemed to be no change in his home situation. He had been invited to Allen’s again, and had reluctantly accepted, needing to cut down on grocery expenses. He forgot the stone, attributing his mad temporary belief in its power to him being a bit more tipsy than he realised that night.

But everything changed when he visited Allen’s for dinner.

He arrived at their doorstep as he usually did, having walked again. To his surprise, it was Scarlet that answered the door, looking a bit haggard instead of possessing her usual beauty. She looked worried.

“Oh, h-hello Ben,” she said awkwardly. She seemed distracted. “I’d forgotten you were coming.”

“Is it a bad time?”

“N-no. Please come in. Allen will be happy to see you. It will lift his spirits.”

He entered, and when he saw his friend in the living room he gasped: the man had red hair.

“Wow, bold choice Allen!” he joked.

But Allen didn’t laugh. “It’s not dye,” he said. “It just changed out of the blue! I’ve got no idea why!”

“What do you mean it just changed?”

“I mean today I woke up with red hair, and Scarlet woke with black! There’s no explanation! Not to mention the troubles at work . . .”

Ben inquired: apparently Allen’s finances had taken a significant dip in the stock market, and furthermore he had been demoted at his accounting firm.

“Dude, I’m so sorry! What the hell - have you been to the doctor?”

“I’m heading there in two days. For some reason I couldn’t make an earlier booking, and it doesn’t seem to be an emergency.”

“I guess there are worse fates than being ginger,” Scarlet said with a chuckle, indicating her own gorgeous, fiery hair.

“Yes, but I’d rather not sprout red hair all at once,” Allen said. “I’m sorry Ben, we’ve only got snacks tonight. But please stick around. I could use the comfort of my best friend. It’s weird, actually, I kind of feel like I need it, you know?”
Ben smiled. “What are friends for?”

***

To Ben’s surprise, he was given a great job offer the very next day, and at Allen’s accounting firm no less! He only had a rudimentary understanding of the work, and yet over the phone he was repeatedly assured this didn’t matter: he would be trained on the job. He hadn’t even made an application for the job, why would he? But for reasons they couldn’t explain, they wanted him, and at a high starting salary, no less. It was the break he’d been looking for, and he was keen to sign on immediately.

“Man, if this is the wish’s doing, I wished well!” he said to himself.

The deal was even sweeter on the day following that, when he was asked to come in to sign his contract. To his astonishment, he was starting in a management position somehow. He asked several times if there had been a mistake, and yet there wasn’t one: someone saw potential in him. It even came with a company car included, which solved his transportation issues!

He wondered if this was somehow Allen’s doing, maybe even the reason he had been demoted, for handing out a contract to his mate, but it turned out not to be the case at all. Not only did Allen categorically deny it, but he was actually working beneath Ben now, much to both their shock.

“I have no idea how you got this job,” Allen said, his voice a little scratchy and high. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad for you Ben. But it’s very weird! Almost as weird as this strange condition I’ve got.”

Ben looked at his friend. Scarlet was concerned for her husband, and for good reason: Allen’s features had softened, and now his eyes were turning green. Scarlet also had emerald green eyes, and the two were increasingly looking like twins, especially since Allen looked like he’d lost both weight and - impossibly - height as well.

“You’ve got to see a doctor, dude,” Ben said.

“That’s what I keep telling him!” Scarlet exclaimed. “This is all weird!”

She was wearing a tight blue dress that conformed to her perfect features, revealing her wide hips and impressive bust. Ben was struggling not to look at her.

Allen sighed, his voice sounding less masculine than it should have. “I know, I know. I don’t know why I missed that doctor’s appointment today. I promise I’ll make the next one.”

“Good,” they both said.

“It’s just . . . Ben, did you want to catch up for lunch tomorrow?”

Ben was confused, but nodded. “I’d love to. So long as you’re cool having lunch with your boss?”

Allen cringed a little, obviously trying to hide his frustration that his friend had somehow become his superior at work out of nowhere.

“Yeah, yeah. I just . . . I don’t know. I feel this strange need to just catch up with you that I can’t ignore. Maybe I just want to hang out outside of these dinners.”

“I’d love it,” said Ben. “I’m not free tomorrow, but the day after? Let’s do that. You two have a good night. Seeya Scarlet.”

“Seeya Ben,” she said.

It was funny, her sexy, sultry tone reminded him of Allen somehow.

***

“This has to be the wish,” Ben said to himself. Somehow, he’d won the lottery - a lottery he’d never entered. It was easily enough to buy an upscale house, the kind that Allen had, and there just happened to be one near the same neighbourhood, a lot closer than his crappy apartment.

“There’s no way this is all natural. The magic was real! I’m getting a life just like Allen’s!”

He was positively giddy, but that giddiness became a lot more muddled when he met up with Allen for lunch. His friend had changed even further, and was shaking with worry. Ben could see why: his formerly brown-haired, tall, and masculine friend looked positively androgynous, if not feminine. His hair was the same bright fiery red as Scarlet’s, and now it hung to his shoulders inexplicably. His face was soft, his jaw no longer wide, and his blemishes were all gone. His eyes were now fully emerald in colour, and his lips appeared fuller. But that wasn't all: his frame had shrunk, and his 6'1 height was a mere 5'8 now. He wore a casual shirt and pants, but his figure didn't look very manly anymore. In fact, his chest looked like it was developing two round bumps.

"I don't understand what's happening to me," he sobbed in a voice that sounded more female than male. To Ben's surprise, his friend hugged him, clutched him like he was the only piece of floating wood in a churning sea. His body was strangely soft. “Work is going downhill, it’s like everyone suddenly thinks I can’t do my job anymore. Our investments all crashed, and I’m going to have to sell the home. And Scarlet is treating me weird. She keeps acting like all these ch-changes to me aren’t all that bad. But look at me!”

"Dude, you need to get to a hospital! You seriously look like a chick!"

"I kn-know! But I c-can't. Every time I try to go I can't bring myself to do it. I just want to go to you instead. You're my best friend, Ben."

"But I'm no doctor! What's happening to you?"

Allen sobbed. "S-sorry, I feel so emotional lately. My body keeps changing. My dick is getting smaller. I think - Oh God - I think I'm turning into a woman. It doesn't make any sense, but I'm growing tits, and my voice . . ."

Ben did his best to comfort his friend as they ate, but his mind was racing, centering on the wish he'd made. He was having what he thought of as a ‘lightbulb moment.’ The changes to his own life - the new house, the new car, the new job, the new prospects - were all occurring in reverse for his friend. Allen’s wealth was dissipating, he was losing out on work, and apparently having to downsize. And Scarlet was growing distant, even as his body became more and more like hers.

The last point made his eyes go wide as he examined his friend’s changed form. How had he not noticed before? Allen really was looking more and more like his own wife, right down to her cute button nose and full, sensual lips. He was developing all the signs of an hourglass figure, and his height was nearly equal to hers.

The realisation rocked Ben to his core. Somehow, his wish had been granted . . . but at the expense of Allen’s own prosperity and situation. He’d wished for everything that his friend Allen had, and somehow it was warping reality so that . . . what? Allen was becoming a woman? So that Ben would get his wife?

It was still unclear to him, but it still shook him. As he made an excuse to leave Allen reached out a surprisingly soft, dainty hand and took his fingers, holding them gently yet firmly.

“Please don’t go,” he said, wiping another tear.

“I’m sorry, I have to Allen. I need to get back to work. We’ll catch up again soon, okay?”

Allen nodded. “I just feel . . . weird without you. I can’t explain it.”

Ben patted his friend’s hand, and left.

***

Ben’s prospects continued to skyrocket. Somehow, despite lacking qualifications, work was happy to train him extensively in his high-paying managerial role. His employees treated him as if he’d always been their boss, and even when he made mistakes they were easily corrected and dealt with, and he received none of the blowback. Impossibly, his new house had been confirmed, and he was already in the process of moving in, with the company car slotting neatly into the garage. He even felt healthier: he no longer looked haggard or tired, and he felt healthier than he had in years. When he looked in the mirror, he saw the best version of himself.

The same could not be said for Allen, who was increasingly womanly with each passing day. He now had full B-cups breasts with pink nipples - he’d almost too readily shown them to Ben. His figure was more and more feminine, with wide hips and thicker thighs, and his ass was undeniably a perfect peach shape. He had lowered to a mere 5’7, and his hair now hung past his shoulders, almost identical to Scarlet’s. The poor man was agitated, unable to seek proper help and unable to confide in his own wife, who treated his changing body as only a minor inconvenience.

“It’s like I haven’t changed at all to her! To anyone!” he whined, his voice now high and melodic. He was at Ben’s place, having to rely on visiting occasionally now due to issues with money that were getting worse. Ben was happy to have his friend over and feed him. Despite his guilt over the wish, he couldn’t stop being fascinated by his friend’s changes.

“You’re the only one that recognises who I used to be,” Allen said. “Just the other day Scarlet stopped calling me my own name. She started calling me Trish instead. Do I look like a Trish to you?”

Ben gave an awkward bite of his lip. “You sort of do, Allen. I mean, if I saw you on the street, I’d think you were a woman. In fact, I’d think you were Scarlet’s sister.”

“That’s what she called me yesterday! She said ‘sis, can you help me with this?’” Allen wiped several tears away. “God, I’m always crying now. I feel so emotional. So fucking girly! What the hell is happening to me?”

Ben sat down next to her and she pressed herself against him. He felt himself stiffen a little, his penis hardening in response to this increasingly gorgeous near-woman seeking comfort from him. He couldn’t believe it, but he was becoming very attracted to his friend. In that moment, he knew he had to come clean.

“Trish - I mean Ben, sorry. I have something to confess. I think - I think I might be responsible for your changes.”

Allen looked at him aghast. “I don’t understand,” he said, his face demure and innocent.

Ben explained the whole story. The wish-granting shooting star stone, the wish he’d made, the changes he’d noticed in his life, and then in Allen’s. As he told it, his friend’s jaw dropped, and his body began to shake with anger and fear.

“You did this to me!?” he shouted. “You - you’ve taken everything from me!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“But why am I becoming a woman? I don’t understand!”

Ben gave his friend a sympathetic look, gazing over his increasingly female form. “I think you really are becoming Scarlet’s twin. I wished to have everything you have, and somehow the wish has paired us. My gains are your losses.”

“But why don’t you just get her - I would never want you to, of course. She’s the love of my life! But why me!?”

“Like I said, I think it paired us, somehow. In order for me to gain, you need to lose. I had no idea it worked this way or I never would have done it. But it means you’re becoming Trish, and . . . and I think it means you’re going to become my wife, Allen.”

Allen was frozen in horror. He ran his fingers through his fiery red hair. “That’s why I feel these compulsions to be - to be near you. Why when I’m around you, I f-feel things. I need to go.”

Ben stood. “Listen, Trish.”

“My name’s not Trish! Leave me alone! Don’t come near me! I’ll sort this out myself.”

“But the wish is permanent! Irreversible. I’m sorry Allen, but it’s going to happen. I promise I’ll treat you well!”

But ‘Trish’ had already left.

***

Nearly a week passed without Ben seeing his friend again. He tried reaching out several times to Scarlet, even visiting her, but she had no idea where ‘Trish’ was, as she now called him/her.

“Oh, you know my twin sister, always gallivanting about. She’ll be back, Ben. She sometimes does this. You know she loves you.”

Ben could only look at this incredibly gorgeous, busty, beautiful woman and imagine how Allen was coping becoming the same.

“Thanks Scarlet. How is the rental search going, anyway?”

She sighed. “It’d be easier if I had a boyfriend or something to help me pay for it! Now that Trish is moving in with you soon, I won’t have anyone to help me. But don’t worry, I’ll land on my own two feet.”

Ben wished her the best, and went home.

“Shit, she thinks Allen and I are married. In this new universe, we probably are. I wonder where she’s gone.”

He realised that he was already thinking of his friend as a she.

“I didn’t mean to do this, mate,” he said to nobody in particular. “But I promise I’ll be a good husband to you, if you come back.”

***

It was raining when Allen/Trish turned up on Ben’s doorstep. He answered the door and was surprised to see Scarlet standing there, soaked and looking drop dead sexy in a tight, lowcut red dress that matched her hair.

“Scarlet! What’s happened? Is Trish okay?”

“It’s me, Ben,” she said, breathing rapidly. Her cleavage was sleek with fallen droplets, and rising and falling heavily. “It’s A-A-Trish. It’s Trish now.”

“Shit. Oh my God, Trish. Come in, come in!”

He let her in, and she stepped forward in high heels in a way that immediately made him aroused. He felt bad, but even wet she was a vision of sensual beauty, her hips sashaying from side to side as she walked.

“How are things? Where have you been?”

She glared. “How do you think things are? I’ve lost everything, even my identity! Scarlet thinks I’m her twin, and I look it, too! I have a pussy, Ben! A fucking pussy! I’ve got a big pair of tits that won’t stop bouncing, and I can’t help but put on makeup and wear dresses just like my sister does. I mean my wife! God, I can’t even automatically call her my wife anymore!”

Ben moved closer to hug her, but she pulled away, appearing agitated.

“DON’T! Don’t . . . don’t touch me. I . . . the compulsions are strong. I’ve tried to stop it, but I had to come back to you. I don’t have my old home anymore - this is my home, somehow. Your stupid wish has turned me into your freakin’ wife!”

“I know, I’m sorry. But . . . I’ll do my best, Trish. I’ll be a good husband.”

She moaned, almost a little sensually. “Oh G-God. The compulsions. It’s not fair! I don’t want this! I want my life back, Ben!”

But still, she stepped closer towards him, her breasts bobbing in her top, causing him to become further erect. She seemed to notice his arousal; her green eyes locked onto his throbbing cock which was outlined against his trousers, and she licked her lips.

“N-no. I want to f-fight this! I couldn’t fight the clothing, or the makeup, or even c-coming back here. But I don’t want to - oohhhhhh God. I’m doing this!”

She crossed the floor and wrapped her soft arms around him, kissing at his neck and forehead. Ben was momentarily startled, but quickly gave in to the passion of the moment. He kissed back, overwhelmed by her sheer sexiness.

“Trish, oh God. This is amazing.”

“This is t-terrible,” the grunted, even as she pushed him back to the bedroom and began sliding out of her dress, revealing her full breasts contained in her tight lingerie. “But I n-need it so bad. I need to be your wife. I need to please you. All because of your - Mmhhm - your wish!”

Soon he was taking off his clothes as well, and she was stroking his penis even harder with her dainty hand, moaning as she got him off. He in turn shoved his face into her tits, sucking at her nipples, delirious with pleasure at finally being able to feel another woman as ripe and busty and fertile as Scarlet.

“God, your tits are so amazing!”

“They f-feel amazing! Fuck! I don’t want this to f-feel so goooood!”

She removed her panties, and he removed his briefs, and soon the unexpected couple were on the bed together, she lying on her back, posing sexily as lined his fat cock up against her moist slit.

“D-don’t f-fuck me! Please!” she begged.

He halted, realising how far they were going.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this, Trish,” he said.

She looked at him, her eyes desperate and yet looking utterly desirous.

“F-fuck. I can’t fight it. I need you to cum inside me! I need your big cock, just like Scarlet always did! I’m her fucking twin, and I want it as bad as she always does!”

And with that, she grabbed his shaft, and guided him inside her. She groaned in pleasure as he entered her, and soon he was thrusting, taking advantage of his new wife, fucking his best friend into delirious oblivion, making the former-Allen a woman in full. She shrieked, her voice a sweet soprano, her breasts wobbling on her chest. He groped and licked her large nipples as he fucked her, and soon they were both right at the edge.

“I’m g-going to c-cum!” she cried. “Oh G-God! I’m going to c-cum!”

Ben realised he wasn’t wearing any protection, but he was too turned on to care. Allen had talked about planning to start a family with Scarlet until recently, and in that moment Ben realised that any family Allen would have from now on, she would be the one carrying and birthing, as his sexy pregnant wife.

It was a hot enough image that he came all the harder, ejaculating for what felt like minutes into her tunnel. She clutched him, crying out in unwanted ecstasy.

“It f-feels too good!” she cried, “I don’t want to want this, but I dooooo!”

She writhed in a series of orgasms, and finally they collapsed, their naked bodies intertwined.

“Oh God,” Trish said, pressing her chest against his side and holding him close. “I’ve become your wife. I’m stuck like this, aren’t I?”

They had officially consummated their new marriage, and would go on to consummate it several more times that night. After all, Trish was very, very needy, whether she wanted to be or not.

***

It was six months later, and Ben had accepted his new life and gotten over his guilt. He had an amazing house with a big backyard, a high-paying job with great benefits, and now a sexy, busty, and horny redhead to call his wife who he fucked every day. No matter how much Trish tried to fight it, tried to be Allen again, she always lost against her new compulsions to be Ben's sultry, submissive partner. She couldn't help but wear revealing dresses and tight outfits that showed off her perfect figure and double-D cup bust, or style her hair and makeup so that she was always desirable. She was miserable in her powerless wifely role, and was resigned to having Ben thrust his large cock inside her whenever her arousal peaked, which was often. She even gave frequent blowjobs, and was horrified to find that now only was she incredibly good at them, but Ben's semen was utterly addictive to her new taste buds.

She had become an exact copy of Scarlet, the wife she still loved but was now forever out of reach as her twin sister. Scarlet and the wider world had forgotten that Allen ever existed, and now the former man’s housing and finances were entirely dependent on her husband, just as her ‘job’ was now to be his sexy, showy housewife who pleased him every night.

The passion had led to consequences, ones that Ben knew his wife was still coming to terms with. After all, when she’d started throwing up her breakfast in the morning and complaining that her boobs were even bigger, it hadn’t taken long for a pregnancy test to confirm what he already suspected. Now, his former friend-turned-wife was entering the second trimester, and her belly was beginning to expand much more rapidly, just like her breasts. She was practically glowing, despite the fact that she had never imagined or wanted to be an expectant mother-to-be.

“I can’t believe you got me pregnant,” she grumbled, rubbing her slowly growing belly. “Me, your best friend. None of this is fair.”

“I’m sorry,” Ben said, “but it’s how things are now. We just have to move on, and accept it.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who got stuck as his best friend’s wife and knocked up.”

She was wearing a gorgeous blue maternity dress when they visited Scarlet across town. Despite occasionally fighting her new fate, she was compelled to hang onto Ben’s arm, something that made him feel quite comfortable. Ben had stuck by his word and tried to treat Trish like a perfect wife, but he had stopped trying to fight their new pairing a long time ago, and simply embraced the benefits the wish had given him. He rubbed his wife’s belly as they sat down on Scarlet’s couch, Trish’s new sister beaming at her twin’s ‘glowing’ state.

“I’m so jealous, sis! I always wanted to start a family.”

“I know,” she said a little morosely, clutching her belly. “It’s a lot to take in, realising I’m going to be a mother in six months.”

“We’re very happy though, aren’t we?” Ben said, taking her hand.

She gave a smile, but he knew she was just playing her role thanks to the compulsions. Maybe one day she’d learn to enjoy her new life.

“You two!” Scarlet said, sighing. “I just wish I was as lucky as my twin. I want what you guys have.”

Ben just smiled as he clutched Trish’s body against him, feeling her wonderful warmth and softness. He knew that Allen was trapped in there, forced to be his perfect sexy, libidinous wife, but the wish was permanent, and there was no undoing it. She’d simply have to accept her fate, as unintentional as it had been. Particularly since Ben now wanted several children to fill their expansive home.

“Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for,” Ben said, smiling. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

Trish just sighed. “Yes, darling. Or others will pay for it.”

The End