"I want to be rich," you say.

"Excellent," she says. "You shall be rich."

Suddenly, the room is spinning. Colors and lights flash and swirl around you, and then everything stops. You are standing in a richly furnished bedroom. You look in amazement at how spacious the room is, and there is a huge flatscreen television mounted on the wall. You must be inside a huge mansion, and you are excited.

"Come to bed, dear," a frail voice says. You turn and see an elderly man laying in the bed. He looks to be about ninety years old.

You just stand there staring at him.

Then a nurse walks in. "Okay, time for your pill," she says to the man in the bed. She then looks over at you and says, "Sorry to disturb you on your wedding night, Mrs. Spencer, but your husband forgot to take his pill."

Husband? Wedding night? You then notice you are dressed in a nightgown of some sort.

"Sorry, I get so forgetful these days," the man said. He swallows the pill with a glass of water.

"Don't wear him out too much," the nurse says as she leaves the room.

"Come to bed, Constance," the man says. "I want to be ready when the Viagra kicks in."

You catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror. You have long blonde hair, and a soft, beautiful face. You appear to be in your early twenties. Your nightgown is low cut, and you see that your breasts are very large. You look at the man in the bed and say, "Excuse me," and you run out of the room.

You find the nurse sitting in the living room reading a book. "Hey, Mrs. Spencer. Is everything okay?"

"No, everything is not okay," you say.

"What's the matter? Your wish isn't working out the way you expected?"

Your jaw drops. The nurse begins to resemble the woman who picked you up in the bar.

"But you are very rich," she says. "You are newly married to one of the richest men in the country. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No," you say.

"You asked to be rich, and I made you rich. You never said how you wanted to become rich. You left that part up to me, so I chose for you."

"This is a nightmare!" you say.

"It's not so bad," she says. "That old guy won't live but a few more years."

"A few years? What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"You had better get back in there and consumate the marriage, and be a devoted wife. Otherwise, the old guy's family will claim that you only married him for the money, and you won't get a cent."

"Oh, God..." you say.

"God won't help you," she says. "You're in league with me now."

"Well I can't stay like this!"

"I suppose you could buy another wish, but it will cost you."

"Cost me what?"

"A teeny tiny piece of your soul. That's all."

"No way," you say.

"Then I guess you'd better get back in there, as the old guy's Viagra is going to kick in any time now."

You think about it.

"C'mon, I need an answer," she says.