"The Unexpected Bride: A Wedding Day Spell"
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The moment Iād been dreaming of for months had finally arrived: my wedding day. Everything was perfectly planned down to the last detail, from the floral arrangements to the seating charts. The only hitch was that my best friend, Dave, wouldn't be able to make it. He'd moved to another continent for his job, and flights were expensive. But as I stood at the altar, lost in a haze of joy, there heāor rather, sheācame.
"Dave?" I whispered, squinting at what was ostensibly my bride walking down the aisle. Her red hair, usually so luscious and elegant, bounced with an awkward energy I knew all too well. The flashiest smile Iād ever seen stretched across herāno, his face, and that familiar smirk gave him away.
He looked down at my brideās ample bosom and laughed, giving me a wink that clearly said, "Surprise!"
"Are those real?" he said with a chuckle, as he joined me at the altar.
"Dave? What are you doing?" I hissed under my breath, trying to keep my voice low enough so the gathered guests wouldnāt hear.
"Dude, I gotta tell you, I didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered back. "I was fiddling with a spell book I got at a yard sale and, well, here I amāJenna on the outside, all Dave on the inside."
"WHAT?" I recoiled. He couldn't be serious. But he definitely was. As if to emphasize, āJennaā looked me in the eyes and started quoting action movies during her vows.
"I love you more than the victory in Gladiator," he announced in Jennaās voice, raising his eyebrows at me in a way that screamed, "Aren't I hilarious?" I just wanted the earth to swallow me up.
The entire ceremony blurred into a series of strange moments. Did my wife just rap the entirety of "Lose Yourself" instead of reciting her vows?
By the time the reception rolled around, Dave-Jenna's antics were the talk of the wedding. The highlight had to be the speech.
"I love you like Rocky loves running up stairs," Dave quoted, invoking quizzical looks from everyone. Grandma Tilly almost fainted when āJennaā started twerking in the middle of a once-poised ballroom filled with our families. He - she - whatever - moved flexibly in that body, and I'd never realized how mesmerizing that dress looked from behind until Dave was flipping their - Jenna's - derriere.
"So, has Jenna been practicing a lot of new hobbies?" our best man asked, trying to hide his confusion as he stopped by our table.
"Uh, something like that," I replied, forcing a smile. "Always full of surprises, right?"
During the inevitable slow dance, it became a comedy routine. Dave-Jenna kept pointing out how my hand felt resting on the curve of his - her - butt and alluded to embarrassing high school stories.
"Remember when you got stuck climbing the neighborās tree trying to 'rescue' their cat who didnāt need rescuing?" he snickered, his tone just like when we were sixteen.
"Laugh all you want," I whispered back, trying to keep my amusement private, "but can you blame me for the hand placement? This is your fault."
And so it went. We danced, laughed, and somehow made it through the rest of the evening without anyone fully questioning the odd version of Jenna that had appeared. The mess hit when it was time to finally wrap up and face our new married lifeāor rather, our honeymoon.
"Quick question," I asked as we packed our things for the flight. "How long is this supposed to last?ā
Dave scratches hisāJenna'sāhead comically. "Funny thing, I kinda left the book and spell instructions in my apartment. On the other side of the world. Sooo, looks like I'm heading to Hawaii as your wife.ā
I tried to click through my frustration and laughter. āGreat, just great. But you know what, buddy, you made this wedding unforgettable.ā
Dave, in all Jennaās radiance, grinned. āHey, thatās what best friends are for.ā
And so, the wildest journey of my life continued: not just newlyweds but with a whole lot of magic and an unpredictable, hilarious twist.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās 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 couldnāt make it to the wedding since he lives far away now. At least I thought he wouldnāt make it. Apparently, he read a possession spell and accidentally possessed my wife during the ceremony. He walked up to the aisle in her flashy and showy dress her red hair cascading down her back with a strange smirk in her face. He keeps looking down at his new big boobs which were a grade A rack no doubt about it. and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. He gave a speech at the reception that quoted action movies and sports movies much to the surprise to everyone. 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, but that's not going to happen turn out he left the book back at his house, so I guess he's going to Hawaii with me as my wife.
Response: The moment Iād been dreaming of for months had finally arrived: my wedding day. Everything was perfectly planned down to the last detail, from the floral arrangements to the seating charts. The only hitch was that my best friend, Dave, wouldn't be able to make it. He'd moved to another continent for his job, and flights were expensive. But as I stood at the altar, lost in a haze of joy, there heāor rather, sheācame. "Dave?" I whispered, squinting at what was ostensibly my bride walking down the aisle. Her red hair, usually so luscious and elegant, bounced with an awkward energy I knew all too well. The flashiest smile Iād ever seen stretched across herāno, his face, and that familiar smirk gave him away. He looked down at my brideās ample bosom and laughed, giving me a wink that clearly said, "Surprise!" "Are those real?" he said with a chuckle, as he joined me at the altar. "Dave? What are you doing?" I hissed under my breath, trying to keep my voice low enough so the gathered guests wouldnāt hear. "Dude, I gotta tell you, I didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered back. "I was fiddling with a spell book I got at a yard sale and, well, here I amāJenna on the outside, all Dave on the inside." "WHAT?" I recoiled. He couldn't be serious. But he definitely was. As if to emphasize, āJennaā looked me in the eyes and started quoting action movies during her vows. "I love you more than the victory in Gladiator," he announced in Jennaās voice, raising his eyebrows at me in a way that screamed, "Aren't I hilarious?" I just wanted the earth to swallow me up. The entire ceremony blurred into a series of strange moments. Did my wife just rap the entirety of "Lose Yourself" instead of reciting her vows? By the time the reception rolled around, Dave-Jenna's antics were the talk of the wedding. The highlight had to be the speech. "I love you like Rocky loves running up stairs," Dave quoted, invoking quizzical looks from everyone. Grandma Tilly almost fainted when āJennaā started twerking in the middle of a once-poised ballroom filled with our families. He - she - whatever - moved flexibly in that body, and I'd never realized how mesmerizing that dress looked from behind until Dave was flipping their - Jenna's - derriere. "So, has Jenna been practicing a lot of new hobbies?" our best man asked, trying to hide his confusion as he stopped by our table. "Uh, something like that," I replied, forcing a smile. "Always full of surprises, right?" During the inevitable slow dance, it became a comedy routine. Dave-Jenna kept pointing out how my hand felt resting on the curve of his - her - butt and alluded to embarrassing high school stories. "Remember when you got stuck climbing the neighborās tree trying to 'rescue' their cat who didnāt need rescuing?" he snickered, his tone just like when we were sixteen. "Laugh all you want," I whispered back, trying to keep my amusement private, "but can you blame me for the hand placement? This is your fault." And so it went. We danced, laughed, and somehow made it through the rest of the evening without anyone fully questioning the odd version of Jenna that had appeared. The mess hit when it was time to finally wrap up and face our new married lifeāor rather, our honeymoon. "Quick question," I asked as we packed our things for the flight. "How long is this supposed to last?ā Dave scratches hisāJenna'sāhead comically. "Funny thing, I kinda left the book and spell instructions in my apartment. On the other side of the world. Sooo, looks like I'm heading to Hawaii as your wife.ā I tried to click through my frustration and laughter. āGreat, just great. But you know what, buddy, you made this wedding unforgettable.ā Dave, in all Jennaās radiance, grinned. āHey, thatās what best friends are for.ā And so, the wildest journey of my life continued: not just newlyweds but with a whole lot of magic and an unpredictable, hilarious twist.
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