"Bromance in Red Lingerie: When Your Girlfriend Gets Possessed by Your Best Friend"

Today started out normal. Too normal, if you ask me. I went to work, answered the same emails from the same annoying clients, and fought over the same leftover donuts in the break room. I came back home expecting the usual: my girlfriend, Jessica, lounging around in yoga pants with a glass of wine and a Netflix marathon. Instead, I found her in nothing but red lingerie, standing in front of the mirror, admiring her own ass.

She turned slightly in the mirror, giving her reflection a once-over. "Damn," she whistled, "she’s got one fine ass." I rubbed my eyes, convinced I was hallucinating. I mean, I'm the first to admit Jess has a great figure, but her turning into some self-admiring gym bro was new.

"Honey, you okay?" I asked tentatively.

She flexed her arm in the mirror and gave herself a nod of approval. "Yeah, man, never been better."

Let's just say that was not the answer I expected. I watched Jess throughout the evening, finding her checking herself out in every shiny surface: the microwave, the TV screen, even the toaster. Concerned, I approached cautiously.

"Uh, Jess? You seem different today," I ventured. "Is someone, I don't know, possessing you?"

She turned to face me, putting one hand on her hip while keeping that self-assured grin plastered on her face. "Took you long enough, bro. It's me, Dave."

"Dave?" I frowned. Dave was Jess’s coworker, a loud-mouthed sports fanatic who guzzled beer like it was water. What on Earth was he doing in her body? "Dave, I—this is insane! Get out of my girlfriend!"

Dave settled into the couch, crossing Jess’s legs nonchalantly. "Nah, man, Jess needed a break. So, I'm here. Hang tight. It’s gonna be fun."

At first, rage bubbled up inside me, but then I noticed how Jess—or Dave—kept posing in the mirror. Dave wasn’t wrong: Jess did have a killer ass and... well, other assets.

I sighed, then shrugged. "Fine, as long as you wear that lingerie, we might as well make the best of it."

A grin stretched across Jess's face. "That’s the spirit! Let's hit the bar tonight. I’ve got plans."

So, there I was, heading to the local bar with my best friend’s mind in my girlfriend’s body. We strutted in, drawing more than a few stares. Mind you, some were because of Jess’s stunning figure, but the rest? Probably because she was acting like a total dude.

Within minutes, some guy eyed Jess—or Dave—from across the bar. Her—or his—eyes sparkled with mischief. Jess sauntered over, a cocktail in hand, and leaned in. "Yo, bro, you checking me out?"

The guy stammered, "Uh, I, um—"

Dave couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Dude, relax! Just 'cause I got tits and a killer ass doesn’t mean I'm a chick. Be you, man. Get that rainbow flag out!"

The poor guy blushed so hard I thought he might pass out, but he quickly scurried away.

I shook my head, taking a swig of my beer. "You’re unbelievable, Dave."

He flipped Jess’s hair dramatically, then winked. "And you love it."

The night continued with Dave in Jess’s body cracking dirty jokes, talking sports, and yeah, occasionally reminding the bar patrons that being attracted to him was technically homoerotic. Laughter filled the air, and I began to relax. It was like having my girlfriend and best friend rolled into one—literally.

As we closed out our tab, I looked over at “Jess” and said, "Thanks, Dave. This was weird, but surprisingly fun."

He raised Jess’s glass in a mock-toast. "Here’s to the best damn bromance ever, in the curviest body ever."

And that, dear reader, is how a normal day spiraled into the most bizarre yet unexpectedly awesome night of my life. Who knew that your girlfriend being possessed by your best friend could actually be... kinda great?

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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