"Curvy Complications: The Unexpected Side Effects of Wealth"

Mike sat back in his poolside lounge chair, sunglasses perched on his nose, watching his friend-turned-wife struggle with her new bikini top. The pool sparkled invitingly in the backyard of their sprawling mansion, a far cry from their previous existence in the dingy little house on Maple Street.

"I can't believe this happened to us," Mike mused aloud, taking another sip of his margarita.

"You're telling me," grumbled his best friend Todd, who was now the sexy, busty, curvy redheaded wife. Todd tugged at the bikini strap awkwardly, his new assets threatening to pop out at any moment. "This thing is like trying to strap down two water balloons. Why didn't you wish for something simpler, like a winning lottery ticket?"

Mike chuckled, "I didn’t exactly have the time to think through the logistics. I just found that weird coin and said, 'I wish we could be rich.' Next thing we wake up in the bodies of a wealthy couple! And come on, you have to admit this pool is awesome."

Todd adjusted the bikini once more and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, it's lovely until you realize I have to do everything in six-inch stilettos. Do you know how hard it is to play golf in heels?"

Mike smirked, “Nobody told you to be ambitious on the golf course. Just enjoy the fact that money isn’t our problem anymore!”

“At least someone’s enjoying it,” Todd muttered, eyeing his reflection in the water. “These boobs have a mind of their own. I almost knocked over a vase in the hallway just walking by. And don't even get me started on the wardrobe malfunction during brunch with the neighbors.”

Mike laughed out loud and shook his head. “I have to say, you make a damn good-looking woman, Todd. But hey, think of the bright side. We’ve got everything we could ever want. No more debt collectors, no more eviction notices. Just money, comfort, and… curvy complications.”

Todd sighed and plopped down into the lounge chair next to Mike. “You're right. It’s just going to take some getting used to,” he admitted, pouting a red-lipsticked pout. “Although I do kind of like everyone calling me ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ all the time. It has its perks.”

Mike raised his glass. “That’s the spirit! Here’s to our crazy, mixed-up new life.”

Todd clinked his glass against Mike’s and took a long sip. “To us. And to figuring out how to run in these ridiculous shoes without breaking an ankle.”

Just then, the butler approached with a tray of canapés. “Sir, Madame, your afternoon snacks.”

Todd reached for one of the tiny appetizers, flashing the butler a grateful smile. “You know, if this means getting canapés served to me, I might just get used to being a hot redhead.”

Mike nearly choked on his drink with laughter, “And that's the spirit! Resort to bribery by canapé if all else fails.”

The two friends laughed together, soaking in the luxury of their newfound life, curves and all. Sure, it was a bizarre and unexpected turn of events, but they figured they might as well enjoy the ride.

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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