"Are you sure about this?" asked Sharon, the younger sister of Jason's late wife Anna. Every since Anna's death in a car crash leaving a three-month old child, Jason had been uncertain about what to do. Didn't young children need a mother? Doesn't a daughter in particular?
"I'm sure." he responded. He handed his daughter Diana, fortunately cooing rather than crying, over to Sharon and stepped out of the car. Jason strode into the Temple of Divine Womanhood.
Jason knew what he had to sacrifice, but the Temple gates weren't wide enough for a recent-model Ferrari. With some trepidation he laid the registration papers down on the altar before the goddess.
The registration must have been an acceptable sacrifice, because Jason was instantaneously transformed into a young mother. She bowed before the goddess, then left.
As she got in the car, Sharon handed her the baby, and Jason instinctively raised it to her breast. In a moment, Diana was sucking contentedly.
When Jason got back home, the Ferrari was gone. Minivans from now on, she thought.