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- Wha-a-a-t.... what the... what the hell...

Stunned, uttering these words with his new high, unusual female soprano, Jason stood in shock trying to somehow understand the situation in which he suddenly found himself seeing how all these strangers who had gathered at the wedding celebration where he worked as a waiter were looking at him dumbfounded.

Everything happened so quickly and unexpectedly that in those few minutes after he somehow suddenly took the place of the bride at this celebration, he could only understand that somehow his body and clothes had changed radically, and now before him It came to him that it didn’t seem to him at all.

Everything was too realistic - it was real weight and new sensations from the heavy and soft naked female boobs hanging from his body, which he unconsciously studied his new body and now showed to all the guests at this wedding. He literally felt how, when removing the strap of this white bride's dress from his body, he accidentally touched the nipple of his chest and felt a strange sensation of arousal, not realizing how sensitive these new parts of the body were now. The soft fabric of the veil was neatly woven into his blond long hair and gently touched the skin of his back and shoulders, swaying a little from the light wind.

Despite everyone's attention, this moment did not last long. Someone tried to look away, not understanding what happened to the bride. Someone was staring at Jason, and it was impossible not to be embarrassed by all the different reactions to Jason.

Some girls rolled their eyes in displeasure, some looked with a smile and interest, but mostly it was a look of surprise and, to some extent, understanding that, apparently from stress, the main character of this celebration behaved somehow too crazy. The men, on the other hand, mostly stared at Jason and at his beautiful large breasts, which now appeared before their eyes, and Jason could easily read their glances and understand what all these men were thinking, who, although they made a surprised or even embarrassed look, did not care. for the most part, they were glad to see such a spectacle.

- Melissa, what the hell, cover up.

This male voice, which brought Jason out of a trance state, sounded so loud, sharp and unexpected that he even shuddered in fright, feeling how at the same time his chest swayed uncomfortably, pulling off the delicate soft white skin and turning his head to the left saw the groom in front of him without even noticing how he put the strap of a white dress back on Jason, trying to hide the dignity of his "bride" from all the guests

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"Great, another happy ending," Sophia muttered under her breath, a fairy flying away from the wedding celebration. The last scene, when the bridegroom straightened the strap of her dress for the bride, overshadowed everything that happened, she had already thought up and composed for herself the imagined future of a happy couple and was pleased with herself and her work.

Oh, Sofia, Sofia. You knew perfectly well that your magical brain gets drunk on human emotions like wine, and you still decided to attend this wedding. Of course, it is understandable that you were bored of living this endlessly long life hiding from people in the forests and sometimes you wanted to somehow distract yourself. But how is it?

How could you mix everything up like that and, drugged by human emotions, having read the thoughts of the bride, decide that her fear of the future is an unwillingness to marry? Why did you decide, after reading the thoughts of the black waiter Jason, that if he was angry with everyone here and especially with the bride, then this means that he wants to be in her place?

Of course, Sophia, you organized everything perfectly and made it so that Jason really took the place of Melissa, and she did an excellent job of changing reality, old photos, memories of all the people you know.

But still, Sophia, be careful next time when you start to notice that people's feelings intoxicate your mind. 

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