It was a lovely Saturday morning, and Ben was enjoying every second of it.
Today he was out with his girlfriend Monica. She had been dying to enjoy being outside as the weather had been getting warmer. Ben too felt the rush of spring fever so he quickly had agreed. The two were strolling along a stone path, with several passerby's made their way past them.
Ben was 20 years old. He had a scraggily beard which never grew in quite right, and a head of scruffy brown hair. Thanks to his Irish and German ancestry, he was a rather generic looking dude with pale skin and brown eyes. Secretly he was stronger than he looked as he worked out frequently, which definitely helped him land such a gorgeous girlfriend... that and his dick size which, in his own words, wasn't too bad.
Monica was a caramel skinned beauty, a year older than Ben. Although chubbier than Ben, she had beautiful long hair, an amazing but, and fairly nice breasts. She also was always dressed for success. Even today, while they were just out for a walk, she was wearing a cute black skirt and white blouse, while Ben just wore tan shorts and a blue t-shirt. Not only did she dress better, but she was more cultured as well, coming from a mix of Italian and Ecuadorian parents.
Ben was lost in thought, just taking in the nice weather when he suddenly was forced to stop short. Monica's manicured hands had gripped tightly to Ben's arm as she stopped in place.
"OH MY GOD!" She squealed. "Look at that Ben!"
Ben looked over to see a stone brick, circular wall with a wooden roof on top and a sign adjacent.
"What about it? It's just a bunch of rocks and wood."
"Ugh, Benjamin you have NO imagination." She half laugh half jeered. Monica swung her hair to the side and side-eyed her boyfriend. "It's clearly a wishing well. Like, it's gotta be it looks like the most fairytale well ever!"
The two walked over, and both read the simple sign which confirmed Monica's theory, much to her glee. In an instant she spun around, then grabbed Ben's arms.
"Babe, babe! Gimmie a coin let's make a wish!"
"Don't you have any?" Ben chuckled.
"No! I don't have my purse... and does it look like this skirt has pockets?!" Monica sighed. She loved Ben, but sometimes he could be such a doofus.
Ben chuckled, reaching into his pockets for some spare change. He loved Monica, but sometimes wished they got each other better. He pulled out ________ and handed them to Monica who pushed back.
"No, how about you make the first wish." She giggled, unaware that reality was likely about to change around her, with her boyfriend the only one the wiser.
"Alright alright." He chuckled. Ben held is hand over the well, then released his grip, thinking of his wish. He heard a plop as the water rippled, then felt... something odd. Like a wave of heart washed over him... as reality itself changed....
The questions are, how much did Ben give to the well, and what wish is either about to be perfectly granted or utterly warped?!