Beware the story is unfinished in parts!

My 18th birthday started off great... and then I got hit by a truck

Like I said it started off great and my dying thought was "Man, I wish I could have had sex". That was kinda a mistake.

The sound of the horn blaring was still ringing in my ears as I looked around and saw I was in a dim office piled with paper and a bored looking man was looking at a computer screen in front of me. "Alright it looks like we can fit you in, we have a position open for a sexual object of desire." He tapped a few keys "The first contract is for three wishes, that sound good to you?"

"What does that even mean," I ask looking around still in a daze. The man... thing just looked at me for a moment strangely before tapping on his keyboard for a moment. "Ah, I see the issue this is your first post-death posting my mistake. There are a lot more dead than freshly dead and it looks like you skipped orientation coming here. Let me give you the quick rundown, you are dead, there is no coming back, and there are jobs in the afterlife. You applied to be an object of sexual desire, so whenever someone gets a wish and they use it for well, an object of sexual desire you pop out. In the correct package and sizing of course and with the skills you need. Now it will still be you just... with a bit extra."

"For how long?" I ask thinking it over feeling a thrill at the thought.

"Uh... depends on the contract but normally until they die or you are dismissed," He says back

"Well alright then" I say

With that I am gone into nothingness