"The Aunt-erative Option: A Magical Mix-Up"

"Ugh, I can't believe we couldn't get an extra ticket for Jake," I complained, slumping into the couch. "He's practically family!"

Mom gave me a knowing smile. "I think I have a solution."

"You already tried buying another ticket, Mom, remember?"

"No, no," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she waved a worn-out book with cryptic symbols on it. "How about a magic spell?"

I blinked, not entirely sure whether she was serious or had just binge-watched too many supernatural dramas. "A... magic spell?"

"Yep!" Mom nodded enthusiastically. "Since your Aunt Marlene and I haven't gotten along in, well, forever, I've decided to put this spell to good use. Jake can join us on the trip—sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Body swap!"

I nearly choked on my soda. "Wait, what?"

“Trust me,” she said, as if that settled everything.

Two magical incantations later—while Aunt Marlene was conveniently taking a three-day meditation retreat at a mountain cabin, a place so remote that bears draft their wills before hiking up—my best friend Jake stood in front of me in all Aunt Marlene’s busty and curvy glory. He was wearing a low-cut green top, designer sunglasses, and sported a sassy red mane of hair that made him look like a Vegas showgirl who owned a thriving chain of yoga studios.

Wheeling a pink suitcase adorned with stickers that read, “LIVIN’ LA VIDA LOCA,” Aunt Jake wobbled over. “Mate,” he said in his own voice, still slightly adjusting to his new vocal cords, “I think gravity’s playing a mean joke on me.”

I was too stunned and amused to respond as Aunt Jake flipped his hair dramatically. "Okay, okay, stop ogling. We’ve got a flight to catch!"

At the airport, Aunt Jake attracted a surprising amount of attention. Every third guy—and some girls—kept glancing over. I had to admit, Jake adapted to Aunt Marlene’s body like a catfish in a gourmet carp pond. “I never realized how easy it is to get free drinks,” Aunt Jake said, batting his long, mascara-enhanced eyelashes at a bewildered bartender.

“Yeah, you’re definitely taking Aunt Marlene’s ‘thirst trap’ game to the next level,” I snickered.

“Oh, hush,” Aunt Jake retorted, though his broad smirk suggested he was enjoying it more than he let on. “I’m heading to the boardwalk! You’re coming, right?”

A few hours later, we were queuing for the roller coaster. Aunt Jake was handling the top-heavy challenge with mixed results. The initial brisk walking showed some clumsiness, but he seemed to get the hang of it quickly, like a baby giraffe learning to sashay.

“This is nuts!” Jake exclaimed, securing himself in the roller coaster seat.

“Nuts is one way to put it,” I said, eyeing the ample cleavage threatening to break free as the safety bar clicked into place. “Make sure the girls stay in the ride.”

He blew me an exaggerated kiss. “Don’t worry about the twins. Now, raise your hands and scream like Aunt Marlene just found out tonight’s tofu casserole night!”

The ride was insane, and so was our laughter, echoing over the entire boardwalk.

Back at the hotel, we lounged by the pool. Aunt Jake had slipped into one of Aunt Marlene's bikinis, lying on the lounger while practically drowning in his endless supply of complimentary Mai Tais. He had a dainty sun hat perched on his head and a floral scarf flowing dramatically.

“I think I could get used to this,” he mused, twirling a cocktail umbrella between his fingers.

“Just be careful about getting too ‘used to it.’ Aunt Marlene might come back with a vengeance. Or worse, open a TikTok account.”

Aunt Jake gave a mock shudder. “Point taken. But for now, let’s make the most of it. Who knew having boobs and a high-pitched laugh came with so many perks?”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our hilariously unconventional vacation, I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the trip I’d planned, but in some weird, wonderful way, it was the trip we needed. What could possibly go wrong?

“Oh dear,” Aunt Jake muttered, checking his phone. “Aunt Marlene’s retreat ended early and—”

Cue the ominous soundtrack.

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