Glen sat down on the park bench enjoying the feeling of the sun. It was a nice, Spring afternoon, and the weather was perfect. He'd been cooped up all day in his tiny apartment, gaming, whilst his girlfriend Jen was at work. He decided to head to the park, in a tank top and shorts to enjoy the fresh air.

Not too far in the distance, there was a small wedding happening. He admired the setting, thinking that it would be nice to have a small wedding like this for when he and Jen were ready to get married. He also admired the blonde bombshell bride, dressed in a pure white, spaghetti strap, wedding dress, showing a lot of cleavage. 

He rested his elbows onto the bench, leaned back a little, looked up at the sky and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his neck and the nice chill breeze that was sweeping through. "15 more minutes then I'll go back inside" he thought.

Suddenly there was a flash of red light, strong enough to seep through his eyelids. He kept his eyes closed for the moment, until he heard screams coming from all over the park. This Jolted Glen back to reality as he opened his eyes and turned his head to the direction of the screams. He was shocked to see that chaos had descended onto the small wedding, as he saw some guest running away, some yelling hysterically and some grasping their body parts as if they've never seen them before.

"What the fuck is going on there?" he thought as he continued the survey the chaos. He was confused as to what was happening and continued to scan through the crowd looking for the bride. His eyes went wide as he saw her. She was still stunning, still complete with makeup and perfectly styled blonde hair, with a veil attached at the back, however, under her neck was what looked like a man's body. She was now wearing a white tank top and black shorts, her perfect breasts nowhere to be seen. He watched as she shoved her manly hands into her shorts, scream and pass out.

One of the bridesmaids, slightly chubby and very busty, ran as fast as her high heeled feet could take her to check on the passed out bride. When the bridesmaid started looking around screaming for help, Glen noticed that above her neck was a well groomed man's head.

"What the Fuck is happening?" Glen said, still not able to process what was happening. "Fuck this shit, I'm going home!" he said. He got up quickly from the bench and immediately tripped over. His body didn't feel right, like his center of gravity was off. He jiggled in places, he's never jiggled before. His fall was cushioned by what he thought were two cushions in front of him. Slowly he pushed himself up, and felt something on his chest weighing him down. He looked down to check and screamed, and like the bride, passed out from shock.