While her husband showered, Jane was hurriedly enacting a magic ritual she’d discovered. The spark had gone out of their marriage long ago, she believed, but the fondness she still felt for the man compelled her to try and make it work. Divorce was the last resort in her mind, infidelity not even an option. So instead she’d found magic that would reshape him, give him a body that ignited that fire in her once more. She knew it was selfish, but she hoped that he’d appreciate a younger, fitter form. When she peeked in later, she was just as surprised as the shocked woman in the shower stall.
