As I wandered through the town, the faint sound of music and laughter caught my attention. Curious, I followed the noise and soon found myself approaching a small park where a wedding was being held. The scene was picturesque: a white gazebo adorned with flowers, guests seated on wooden chairs, and a bride and groom standing at the center, exchanging vows. The atmosphere was joyful, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I stood at the edge of the gathering, observing the crowd. My eyes landed on two women sitting near the back, chatting animatedly. They were dressed elegantly, one in a lavender dress and the other in a soft peach ensemble. Beside them sat their teenage sons, both looking slightly bored as they fiddled with their phones. The boys, who appeared to be around 16 or 17, were dressed in suit, clearly not as interested in the wedding as their mothers were.
The woman in lavender, Linda, leaned over to her friend, Carol, and whispered, "Did you see the bride's dress? It's absolutely stunning. That lace detailing is to die for!"
Carol nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, I know! And the train! I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s so elegant."
I tilted my head, intrigued by their conversation. They seemed so enamored with the bride’s dress that I couldn’t help but smile mischievously. "Why should the bride have all the fun?" I thought. "Let’s see how they feel about wedding dresses on their sons."
With a subtle wave of my hand, I focused my power on the two teenage boys. In an instant, their suit were replaced with elaborate wedding dresses. Linda’s son, Ethan, now wore a sleek, modern gown with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt adorned with silver embroidery. Carol’s son, Jake, was dressed in a more traditional gown with intricate lace sleeves and a long, dramatic train. Both boys were also accessorized with veils, gloves, and even small bouquets of flowers.
The transformation was seamless, and no one batted an eye. The boys continued to sit there, completely unfazed by their new attire. Ethan glanced down at his dress, shrugged, and went back to scrolling through his phone. Jake adjusted his veil slightly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and then leaned back in his chair, looking just as bored as before.
Linda and Carol, still engrossed in their conversation, didn’t seem to notice the change at first. But then Linda casually glanced at Ethan and paused mid-sentence. "You know, Carol," she said, gesturing to her son, "Ethan’s dress has a similar silhouette to the bride’s. Don’t you think?"
Carol turned to look at Jake and nodded in agreement. "Oh, absolutely. And look at Jake’s lacework! It’s so detailed. I think it might even be better than the bride’s."
The boys, still oblivious, shifted slightly in their seats. Ethan crossed his legs, the skirt rustling softly, while Jake adjusted his train so it wouldn’t get caught under his chair. Around them, the wedding guests continued to mingle, completely unfazed by the sight of two teenage boys in wedding dresses.
Ethan and Jake exchanged a brief glance but didn’t say anything. To them, wearing wedding dresses felt as natural as wearing jeans and a T-shirt. The rest of the guests didn’t seem to find it odd either.
Meanwhile, Linda and Carol continued their conversation, now occasionally comparing the bride’s dress to their sons’ gowns.
"I think the bride’s dress is lovely," Linda said, "but Ethan’s has a more contemporary feel. It’s very chic."
"True," Carol replied, "but Jake’s lace is just exquisite. It’s so timeless."
I couldn’t help but giggle softly to myself. The scene was exactly as I had hoped—utterly bizarre yet completely normal to everyone involved. The idea of teenage boys wearing wedding dresses to formal events was now firmly ingrained in their reality, and no one questioned it.
As I stood there, watching the wedding continue, I wondered what other fun changes I could make to this little town. But for now, I decided to let the scene play out. After all, there was still cake to be served, and I was curious to see how Ethan and Jake would manage their trains while dancing.
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