Linda arrived home to see Peter standing there with Daisy, who still looked like a man in drag with breasts. And for all she knew, the breasts could even be fake--she certainly hadn't tried to remove them to fin d out.
"Peter!" she yelled.
"Uh, er..." said Peter.
"You're with that slut Daisy! Even though she looks like that, you and she still...."
"Yeah, me and her still. Do you really think you can stop us from getting married by insulting her?"
"I'm not insulting her, any fool can see...." And then Linda realized. "Get married? You're already married! You're my husband!"
"Linda," said Peter, "what have you been smoking? Maybe you wish we were married, but when we broke off the engagement years ago, that was the end of that."
"Broke off the engagement? We never..." But did they? Could it have something to do with the wish? Wait a minute, her other wish was... Yeah, that was it.
She had wished that her husband Peter wouldn't have a dick.
If she wished genitals for Peter again, how could that wish come true without contradicting the first one? Easy. It could happen if Peter wasn't her husband. Then the wish that her husband Peter doesn't have a dick wouldn't do anything, so the second wish could work.
Now how could she get out of this mess. Or did she want to?
