I Survived an Industrial Accident and Now My Best Friends Want to Date Me?!

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Guys are hilarious. Back in our old bromance days, nobody gave a single crap about how I looked or felt. We used to split the bar tab down to the last penny, and not one of them would ever offer me a single piece of gum.

Then came that bizarre industrial accident at the GenTech labs. One mysterious chemical explosion later, and here I am: soft curves, a naturally floral scent, and a completely new wardrobe. It was a shock at first, but the real show started when my best friends saw me as a woman for the very first time. Their old casual camaraderie instantly turned into a competitive championship of forced chivalry.
Now, the exact same idiots who used to punch me in the arm are fighting over who gets to open the car door for me. Lucas, who always "forgot" his wallet, suddenly turned into a gentleman insisting on buying expensive dinners. The sheer amount of attention they are throwing my way is so weird, but I have to admit, being pampered like this is incredibly fun. Looking down at this massive bouquet of roses and orchids — which clearly cost a small fortune — just makes me smirk. And no, I don't plan on choosing any of them anytime soon. After all, the more pampering and suitors, the better!

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