Changes for the better?

"Martha! Lazy bitch! Where is my beer!?" Henry Baxter, sitting in the twilight before the TV set, shouted loudly feeling a slight drunkenness. But there was no one home except him and the silence was broken only by the voices on the TV screen, which portrayed a commercial showing shots of beautiful women from expensive glossy magazines.

He forgetting that his wife is no longer lives with him since a month after he had cheated on her. Everything around looks like a dump: dirty dishes, scattered clothes and garbage can under overflow that stink. On the TV screen, images flickered of a happy family: they swam in a blue ocean, walked on sandy beaches and did a bunch of other things with which he is now unable to do. Baxter looks terrible. With red puffy face and oily unshaven cheeks he resembles a typical alcoholic or drug addict.

"Fuck ... shit!" Baxter shouted and kicked the empty bottle of beer at the wall. She flies away from near invisible fairy which needed to close the plan for the wishes, overdue for half a century. "There should be me! In the fucking beach in Hawaii in the comp ... Burp!... any of a leggy bimbo blonde! Not here!" He paused "The alcohol is running out again..."

Fairy sighed and shook its tiny head, but then waved her magic wand over it and pointed at the ugly fat man on the TV set. Baxter did not even notice this, he just closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, he immediately closed them again because of the sudden blinding bright sunlight.

'What the hell?' Baxter thought, blinking away the bright spots from his vision. He felt the hot air hit his face, how something lays on his right and stroking it. He heard someone's male voice nearby saying something about the price and condition and when his eyes finally started focusing, he looked down at his legs and saw with shock a very long bare slender leg that ended with an elegant expensive looking high heel shoe. Big tattooed male hand lay on it and when he looked at his left palm he saw long polished red nail covered female's delicate palm and wrist.

"Huuuhhh?!" Henry exclaimed loudly with surprise, hearing his suddenly very high and squeaky woman's voice and turned his head sharply to the right to see who touched his leg, feeling touches of long wavy blond hair fall onto his shoulder. "Like, who are you and, like, where am I?" he demanded, his voice high-pitched with anger that somehow sounded almost cute. "I mean, like, total seriously, what is going on?" he glared at the guy next to his, crossing her arms. "And why am I, like, talking like this? It's, like, totally weird!"

The guy blinked slowly, confused. "I'm ... your husband, Etta, what's wrong?" He took a bottle of beer he had been sipping and finished it off in a single go, shaking his head a little, "Seriously, babe, the fact that you are the blonde does not mean that you must be an idiot ..."

"Like, there's no way I'm your wife! I mean, total seriously, who are you? My name isn't "Etta", its "Henrietta"... no, wait, it's totally like not! Totally weird, but it's, like, I mean..." Henry blinked in confusion, trying to sort out his thoughts, but it seemed they just flew in all directions. "Ugh, this is, like, so annoying! My head is all, like, messed up. Gimme a beer, you, like, husband person, maybe it will totally, like, help me with all this weird things" he waved his long painted nails like some airy chick.

"Pff... sorry babe, I think you've had enough!" Guy laughed and looked at the watch. Henry knew exactly what he was saying and probably looked like a dumb blonde now, but he couldn't help it. He even made the last hand gesture unconsciously and only then realized how it looked, which only made him angrier. And now this guy didn't want to give him beer!

"Uhh, like, seriously? So, you'll, like, leave your chick, like, totes alone, with no beer?" He complained angrily, despite the fact that this is not what he wanted to say, but when he opened his mouth it sounded something totally different "Like, I said beer. B-E-E-R! Geez, and you, like, call yourself a husband!" He jumped up from his chair and slammed his heels.

Henry suddenly found himself 6 inches shorter than his husband as the guy slowly stood up and felt a strange sense of helplessness, seeing such an unpleasant look from his face. He never felt weak or scared, especially with a man, but now he just wanted to sink somewhere from the embarrassment and shame as if the time itself had been stretched. It was unbearable. And, not wanting to escalate the situation further, he without thinking as if automatically put his small hands on husband's chest and smiled, making a cute pout.

"Oh, please honey! This is a prohibited technique. With that look no one can resist." Guy snorted and patted the smaller woman's cheeks "Okay, I got it!" he waved his hand towards one of the workers, "Would you get beer for my wife?" while Henry inside I was in shock and boiled with rage when he realized what he was doing right now, and crossed his arms.

Fairy flying nearby giggled silently and applauded approvingly, thinking to herself that she fulfilled a great wish and can return to her dimension with a clear conscience, and perhaps even hope for a medal for such a difficult case. So, after a few minutes, she sighed with satisfaction and disappeared with a silent pop.