**Bewitched Bride and Boogie: An Unexpected Wedding Mix-Up**

**I Do... What?**

"That's it?" I mumbled, staring at the ancient, dog-eared book in my hands. "Just some words and a picture of a goat doing the Macarena?"

I couldn't believe I was even entertaining this nonsense. But hey, when life gives you ancient spell books written in a language you barely understand, you obviously do the only sensible thing: recite the incantation out loud at 2 am in your underwear.

"Monus, Ponus, Biggus, Boobus, Transferrus," I chanted, trying not to snicker at how ridiculous I sounded.

And then... nothing. Just the same four walls of my apartment, the same flickering light bulb, and the same empty feeling of having lost signal on my Netflix binge. I went to bed, mildly disappointed but mostly relieved that I hadn’t summoned a demon or, worse, my ex.

Sometime later, I woke up feeling distinctly... different. My body felt like a bird in flight, light and giddy.

I blinked my eyes open and saw red—not just any red, but the kind of radiant, flame-kissed hair that made Ariel look like a washed-out ginger. "What the—"

"Do you, Jessica, take this man—"

Hold up. Jessica? That was my best friend Alan's bride-to-be. My eyes—well, not exactly *my* eyes, but rather Jessica's—widened. I was in her body, in her dress, and at her wedding.

"Jess? Are you okay?" Alan's voice quivered with concern.

I tried to clear my throat, remembering at the last second to raise my pitch. "Uh, yeah, totally. Let's get hitched!"

The ceremony went on, though I couldn't resist taking a quick peek down at what was, for now, my voluptuous chest. This was insane! I felt like an awkward teenager who had just discovered google image search for the first time.

"Are you checking out your own boobs?" Alan's expression was halfway between amusement and horror.

I shrugged. "Wouldn't you?"

People were "aw"ing in sentiment when suddenly the DJ started scratching an old-school hip-hop beat. Jessica's body, now driven by my enthusiasm, broke out into an impromptu rap.

"Gonna marry this guy, so fly, oh my,
Spittin' rhymes on the spot, won't be shy, no lie!"

The shocked faces of the attendees were priceless. Alan's dad actually dropped his monocle into his martini glass—a cliché moment if there ever was one.

At the reception, things got even wilder. People started mingling, and I discovered twerking. Well, Jessica's body did, but with my muscle memory, anyway. It was like every teenage slumber party and rap video compressed into one uninhibited, overly enthusiastic gyration. The guests seemed torn between recording it for posterity and running for moral cover.

Then the moment came for the slow dance. Alan took Jessica’s—my—hand, eyes locked on mine with a mix of confusion and adoration. "Jess, you're... this is amazing, but also... not you?"

I winked. "I'm just full of surprises today. Just like that time we dressed up as sumo wrestlers and applied for a job at that vegan juice bar."

Alan chuckled, holding me—I mean her—close as we swayed to the cheesy ballad. "You know, you've never been this free-spirited before. It's actually kind of fun."

As we danced, I couldn't resist teasing him. "Hand's on my butt, buddy. Talk about reliving high school dances, right?" Alan's face turned redder than a fire truck, and I laughed like a maniacal hyena.

At the end of the night, Alan pulled me aside. "So, um, I have to ask. Is Jessica... okay?"

I wished I could nod Jessica's head reassuringly but settled for an awkward smile. "Well, there's a tiny hiccup. I may have left the spell book at home.”

Alan groaned, rubbing his forehead. “So, what you’re saying is, you’re coming to Hawaii on my honeymoon?”

"Yup!" I chirped. “As your wife. It’s like a tropical freaky Friday!”

Alan sighed deeply, but a smile tugged at his lips. “This will be... interesting.”

“Hey, look on the bright side, bro! At least you know she’ll be safe with me around. And think of the stories we'll have to tell our grandki—um, okay, too soon.”

Alan laughed despite himself. “Can you at least try to hold off on any more rap battles until Jessica is back in her own body?”

I gave him fingers crossed behind my back. “You got it! Now, let’s go nail the limbo contest. Or should I say, *I* will... in this brand new dress!”

Thus, began the most tumultuous honeymoon anyone had ever experienced, with friendship, laughter, and the age-old quest of returning to one’s own body. As for the spell, well, that's a story for another wacky chapter.

This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

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