The Forgotten Amulet

We stood facing each other in Tom's basement bedroom. Tom held the amulet between us.

"The legend behind Incan charms like these were they granted wishes to the pure of heart. Of course, many have been made of varying craftsmanship for centuries. But this one is definitely an original. Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is. Where'd you get it?"

He looked both ways. "Honestly? Don't tell anyone, but I stole it from the inventory of the museum I've been volunteering at this semester."

"What?!"

He hit me on the side of my arm. "Shhh! My stepmom is taking a bath upstairs!"

I quickly returned to a whisper. "I'm sorry, but won't this put your entire degree at risk if they find out you took it?"

"No one is going to miss this. It was buried deep in the archives. The last date in the check-out log was 1978, and that's the date it was submitted to inventory!"

I sighed and nodded, looking down at the amulet. It was silver, nearly tarnished black, ornately decorated with two intertwined eagle claws locked in an embrace. It was a little grotesque, to be honest, but for some reason I found it hard to stop looking at it.

Tom rotated the amulet with his fingers. "Look at the writing on the sides. I think this language predates the known tongues by centuries. Someone definitely overlooked this. I could write my ticket to any Ph.D. program with this discovery."

"Wow. . . Can you read it? Do you know what it says?"

As best as I can read it, I think it says "Qhari kachun. Warmi kachun."

We stood quietly for a moment, looking at the charm, pondering the ancient words. Finally, growing uncomfortable with the silence, I spoke.

"It's funny people believe in granting wishes. You'd think it'd be obvious that wishing on an object doesn't actually do anything."

"Well, what if it did? What would you wish for?"

Tom was my best friend, we were always honest with each other. I wasn't afraid to say what my wish would be since I knew it was nothing new to him. "I'd wish to be a beautiful woman."

He nodded. "I thought you'd say that."

I shrugged. "Well. What about you?"

He turned away. "It's silly. I don't even want to say it."

"Just tell me, if my answer isn't silly, no answer is. Wishes are just wishes."

"Okay." He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of his mom splashing in the bath. "I'd wish to have sex with my stepmom."

Immediately, everything shifted. I felt submerged, wet, and naked. My head was arched back and my eyes were closed and I could feel my wet hair tickling my neck and shoulders. There was something between my thighs - something moving inside of me. I opened my eyes and looked down over my body, past two round, supple breasts to find a hand between my spread thighs, pleasuring a pussy. My pussy. I froze in shock, feeling the tension of gradually building pleasure coursing through the new body I inhabited, soaking in the bubble bath.

That's when I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

They grew closer and closer until they stopped outside the bathroom door. The handle turned and the door creaked open slowly. It was Tom. He stood for a moment gazing into my eyes. He unzipped his jeans. He was wearing the amulet around his neck.