Bunny Business

At the company’s annual Easter Bash — complete with cheap champagne and even cheaper bunny costumes — Marcelo, king of inappropriate jokes and unwanted flirting, was in rare form. When he spotted the new intern strutting around in her sparkly bunny outfit, handing out pastel-colored chocolate eggs, he whistled, winked, and made a comment so greasy it could’ve fried an egg.

And then, to top it off, he reached out and gave her a playful (but oh-so-unwelcome) pat on the rear.

Big mistake.

The intern turned to him slowly, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glow. She gave him a smile — sweet, eerie, ancient. Then she snapped her fingers.

In an instant, Marcelo’s world flipped upside down.

His body shrank and shifted, curves bursting out where they absolutely weren’t before. Long legs wrapped in fishnet stockings, a scandalously tight corset squeezing him in all directions, towering heels, and a pair of soft bunny ears flopping over his now perfectly styled hair. A fluffy tail bounced behind him, and in his hands: a little basket filled with glittery Easter eggs.

Gasps. Laughter. Applause.

The office thought it was a stunt. An over-the-top prank. No one suspected it was real magic.

Marcelo, now a very confused and very shapely bunny girl, stumbled backwards, nearly twisting an ankle, and let out a sharp, startled squeal.

His mind was racing, heart pounding, makeup flawless.

“Okay. Okay, breathe. You can fix this. Just... how do you explain to your wife that you got turned into a Easter bunny for an unfunny joke?”

And as he stood there, stunned, someone in the crowd called out with perfect comedic timing:

— “Looks like his Easter won’t have any eggs… literally.”