"The Possessed Bride: A Wedding Day to Remember"
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"Today is my wedding day. The day when everything should be perfect, enchanting, and happily ever after-ish, right?" I thought to myself as I adjusted my bow tie nervously in front of the mirror. My best friend, Jake, who now lived halfway around the globe, couldn’t come. Or at least, that's what I was told.
"Relax," my best man, Phil, slapped my back with too much enthusiasm, "It's all going to be fine. What's the worst that can happen?"
I should have known that Phil's words would precipitate something bizarre.
The ceremony was splendid—the flowers exceptional, the music angelic. And then came the vows. My future wife, Sarah, stood there, radiant in her wedding dress. But just as the reverend started to ask me if I'd take this woman as my lawfully wedded wife, Sarah’s eyes flickered, and something changed.
"Sup, bro!" Sarah's voice, but not her usual ladylike tone, greeted me. It was deeper, more familiar.
"Huh?" My brow furrowed as I noticed Sarah... no, Jake, my best friend—who had somehow, impossibly, possessed Sarah—looking absolutely fascinated with, well, my wife's anatomy.
"Holy cannoli, man! These boobs are wild!" Jake/Sarah continued, eyes wide, then burst out laughing. I stood there in shock while the guests exchanged bewildered glances.
"What the..." I leaned in, whispering urgently, "Jake, is that you?"
"Yeah, dude," Sarah/Jake grinned, "I read this possession spell last night for fun, and whoops! Here I am! Guess I couldn’t miss your wedding after all." He flicked Sarah's hair and winked.
"Guys!" whispered Phil, clutching his stomach to stifle his laughter, "You're causing a scene!"
"Oh, this is far from over," I muttered as I apologized to the reverend and the guests with a sheepish grin.
During the reception, it became obvious to everyone. Sarah/Jake was rapping—yes, rapping—lyrics from old Snoop Dogg songs she couldn’t possibly know as she casually twerked in her bridal gown. Aunt Margie dropped her glass of wine; Uncle Bob nearly had a heart attack.
"Since when did Sarah become so... animated?" my Mom asked, clearly bewildered.
"You've been holding out on us, son," my Dad chuckled, clearly getting a kick out of the whole spectacle.
The slow dance was another level of awkwardness and hilarity. I asked Sarah's/Jake's hand for the dance, and she grasped mine with a mischievous grin. We swayed gently, but the conversation was far from romantic.
"Remember the time we got detention for setting off fireworks in the bathroom?“ Jake/Sarah giggled.
"Oh man, yeah," I chuckled. "It was so worth it! But, uh, hey, watch the hands, Jake. This is still my wife."
"Oops, sorry." He burst into cartoons of laughter, feeling Sarah's curves as we danced, "Dude, having your hand on my butt is hilarious! Seriously, when this is over, the stories I'm going to have…"
To give Jake/Sarah credit, my friend's antics did bring an unexpected layer of fun to the event. It was surreal, seeing 'Sarah' being so... uninhibited. Usually reserved and composed, she was now the life of the party, thanks to Jake.
By the end of the night, my affection for Sarah had only deepened, seeing a different, albeit magically induced, side of her. But the honeymoon? I dreaded the disaster it could be if Jake couldn't reverse the spell.
"Alright," I called out after the last dance, "we need to figure out the reverse spell. The honeymoon awaits."
"But think of the fun we could have!" Jake grinned with Sarah's lips.
"And the quick end to my marriage," I countered, smirking.
Jake sighed dramatically, "Fine, fine. Let's fix our little magical mishap."
With Phil's help, and under the bemused eyes of our guests, we managed to reverse the spell right before the night ended. Sarah blinked, looking dazed.
"What happened?" she asked softly, looking at me with genuine confusion.
"Darling," I smiled, kissing her forehead, "I'll tell you all about it on our honeymoon. Just know, Jake made it to our wedding after all."
Her confusion turned into a smile. "Oh, I bet that was eventful."
"You have no idea," I laughed.
And boy, did we laugh about it for years to come. Jake promised to never dabble in spells again, but he definitely became the stuff of legends at every family gathering. Can’t say my wedding day wasn’t memorable!
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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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where Today was my wedding day. It was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. My best friend couldn’t make it to the wedding since he lives far away now. At least I thought he wouldn’t make it. Apparently, he read a possession spell and accidentally possessed my wife during the ceremony. He keeps looking down at his new big boobs and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. He even started twerking his big curvy ass at the reception. We had to slow dance and he kept making me laugh talking about old stories from high school and he kept teasing me for having my hand on his butt as we danced. This has been wild for me, but it has kind of been fun seeing my wife acting so free during the wedding and reception. My buddy has certainly made this wedding far more comical by possessing her body. I just hope we can figure out the reverse spell before the honeymoon.
Response: "Today is my wedding day. The day when everything should be perfect, enchanting, and happily ever after-ish, right?" I thought to myself as I adjusted my bow tie nervously in front of the mirror. My best friend, Jake, who now lived halfway around the globe, couldn’t come. Or at least, that's what I was told. "Relax," my best man, Phil, slapped my back with too much enthusiasm, "It's all going to be fine. What's the worst that can happen?" I should have known that Phil's words would precipitate something bizarre. The ceremony was splendid—the flowers exceptional, the music angelic. And then came the vows. My future wife, Sarah, stood there, radiant in her wedding dress. But just as the reverend started to ask me if I'd take this woman as my lawfully wedded wife, Sarah’s eyes flickered, and something changed. "Sup, bro!" Sarah's voice, but not her usual ladylike tone, greeted me. It was deeper, more familiar. "Huh?" My brow furrowed as I noticed Sarah... no, Jake, my best friend—who had somehow, impossibly, possessed Sarah—looking absolutely fascinated with, well, my wife's anatomy. "Holy cannoli, man! These boobs are wild!" Jake/Sarah continued, eyes wide, then burst out laughing. I stood there in shock while the guests exchanged bewildered glances. "What the..." I leaned in, whispering urgently, "Jake, is that you?" "Yeah, dude," Sarah/Jake grinned, "I read this possession spell last night for fun, and whoops! Here I am! Guess I couldn’t miss your wedding after all." He flicked Sarah's hair and winked. "Guys!" whispered Phil, clutching his stomach to stifle his laughter, "You're causing a scene!" "Oh, this is far from over," I muttered as I apologized to the reverend and the guests with a sheepish grin. During the reception, it became obvious to everyone. Sarah/Jake was rapping—yes, rapping—lyrics from old Snoop Dogg songs she couldn’t possibly know as she casually twerked in her bridal gown. Aunt Margie dropped her glass of wine; Uncle Bob nearly had a heart attack. "Since when did Sarah become so... animated?" my Mom asked, clearly bewildered. "You've been holding out on us, son," my Dad chuckled, clearly getting a kick out of the whole spectacle. The slow dance was another level of awkwardness and hilarity. I asked Sarah's/Jake's hand for the dance, and she grasped mine with a mischievous grin. We swayed gently, but the conversation was far from romantic. "Remember the time we got detention for setting off fireworks in the bathroom?“ Jake/Sarah giggled. "Oh man, yeah," I chuckled. "It was so worth it! But, uh, hey, watch the hands, Jake. This is still my wife." "Oops, sorry." He burst into cartoons of laughter, feeling Sarah's curves as we danced, "Dude, having your hand on my butt is hilarious! Seriously, when this is over, the stories I'm going to have…" To give Jake/Sarah credit, my friend's antics did bring an unexpected layer of fun to the event. It was surreal, seeing 'Sarah' being so... uninhibited. Usually reserved and composed, she was now the life of the party, thanks to Jake. By the end of the night, my affection for Sarah had only deepened, seeing a different, albeit magically induced, side of her. But the honeymoon? I dreaded the disaster it could be if Jake couldn't reverse the spell. "Alright," I called out after the last dance, "we need to figure out the reverse spell. The honeymoon awaits." "But think of the fun we could have!" Jake grinned with Sarah's lips. "And the quick end to my marriage," I countered, smirking. Jake sighed dramatically, "Fine, fine. Let's fix our little magical mishap." With Phil's help, and under the bemused eyes of our guests, we managed to reverse the spell right before the night ended. Sarah blinked, looking dazed. "What happened?" she asked softly, looking at me with genuine confusion. "Darling," I smiled, kissing her forehead, "I'll tell you all about it on our honeymoon. Just know, Jake made it to our wedding after all." Her confusion turned into a smile. "Oh, I bet that was eventful." "You have no idea," I laughed. And boy, did we laugh about it for years to come. Jake promised to never dabble in spells again, but he definitely became the stuff of legends at every family gathering. Can’t say my wedding day wasn’t memorable!
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