The two friends agree to a new arrangement

"Give me my body back!" John, now Rachel, yelled.

"Trust me, I want to! I really do, but there is no way in hell I'm going to risk you treating me like some fuck doll again." Richard was deeply upset and confused. "I don't want to be you, but that's the only way I can make sure you don't destroy my life."

"That's pretty harsh." Rachel pouted as she crossed her arms. This had the unintended effect of accentuating her new breasts. She immediately noticed this and squeezed her arms tighter to highlight her new assets.

"Unlike you, I'm not going to be an asshole about this. Tell me what I can do to make you comfortable and I'll do it. I just can't let you become John again."

Rachel plopped herself onto her ass as she sat in the middle of the park like a petulant child. "You know what. I'm not going to be a baby about this. I'm you're babe and you're going to treat me like it." She jumped back up to her feet and rushed Richard, now John.

"Ugh, no." Said John's former body. He wasn't happy to permanently be John and he didn't want to have his psychopath of a former friend as his new girlfriend.

"Baby!" Rachel did her best to look up at John with puppy dog eyes. "You're like, a literal god. Do whatever you want to me, I just want to make you happy." She pulled herself to John's arm again, clearly doing her best to press her breasts into John's arm as hard as she could. John didn't know exactly what game she was playing but she was right. He had immense powers, and unlike his friend, he didn't want to use them to ruin other peoples' lives. If this was his new situation, he should try to restrict his powers to Rachel until he had a better idea of how they worked.

John sighed, "Fine. What do you want me to do to you?"

Rachel literally bounced on her feet as she smiled. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to teach him a lesson on how to show off a hot female body. "Oooh, ugh... How about you put a ring on it." She smirked and pointed to her left index finger.

"No fucking way. You want me to marry you, that's fucked!"

"Come on. You can literally change reality so it's like it never happened any time you want. Baaaabe, make me a hot trophy wife. No! A rich, hot trophy wife."

John looked at Rachel, not sure if he should believe her. "Why? Why do you want that? This is too weird."

"Don't be such a prude. I can't turn back into myself but I have a smoking hot body and a friend, maybe husband, that can give me literally anything I want. The hottest sex of my life. A literal mansion. There is no end to what you can do, so why wouldn't I want to be with you forever. I don't care if I'm a hot piece of ass. Sex is sex, babe. I don't care if I'm giving or receiving, lets just fucking do it!."

John was **** to believe Rachel was being honest, but her logic did seem sound. Hell, what did he have to loose.

SNAP.

A ring appeared on both of their fingers. The two friends were not a hot new couple.