A Binary Swap
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Title: A Binary Swap
"Jer, we gotta talk," Dave said, the ache of realization painting his voice with a strange pitch of disbelief.
"What is it, pal?" Jared breezily spun on his swivel chair, giving a cheeky throwaway grin at his roommate. He was engrossed in his favorite shooter game, oblivious to the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold.
"Well, you know that call you got last night?" Dave asked, scratching his head uncertainly. Deep lines of concern creased his forehead.
"Mhm." Jared's eyes barely left the screen.
"It's not a prank. It's real, Jer," Dave finally blurted out, dropping the bombshell which had been plaguing his conscience since dawn.
"What’s real?" came Jared’s distracted reply. He swirled around on his chair this time, his fingers still frenetically tapping away on the game controller.
Seeing no alternative, Dave breathlessly recited what he had learned, "You were... swapped at birth, Jer. An experimental program, they said. You were supposed to be a woman, Jared." He let the words sink in.
Jared's controller slipped from his hand. His jaw followed suit, dropping in disbelief. "And you're telling me because...?" he asked, though the gloss and pristine reflection in the picture Dave handed him already gave away the answer.
"It's her, I mean you." Dave pointed at the bewitching woman in the picture, eyes the color of roasted chestnuts, flawless skin glowing like the golden hue of dusk, lips that teased with an eternal promise of mystery. She was elegant, curvy, and by all appearances, overflowing with feminine charm.
"Damn," Jared said, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze locked onto the woman he was 'supposed' to be.
Days whisked by in a surreal blur. There were frequent phone calls and heated exchanges, and there were days when they shared awkward silences as they carried on. The simple camaraderie that Mike and Jared once enjoyed bloomed into an awkward transition.
But amidst the chaos, Jared remained fundamentally the same. Still the impeccable gamer, the sports enthusiast who could use the change in the field to predict the outcome of the match. And despite the shocked glances at his curvaceous physique, he stood in front of the grill on the balcony each Sunday like a champ, flipping burgers in an apron that joked, 'Yes, I know, not only the burgers have buns, I do too,' which was Dave's failed attempt at bringing light to an otherwise sober situation.
"It's just crazy to think, Jer," said Dave one evening, reclining on the couch, nursing a bottle of beer. "Of all the things, swapped at birth! And to think my best friend, my regular run-of-the-mill guy pal could've been a sexy woman his whole life!"
A chuckle erupted from Jared, adding an echo into the quiet evening. He looked down at the apron and flexed his curvy ass for the fun of it, "And miss out on all the video games and grilling? Nah, I think I've got the best of both worlds, buddy."
As much as Dave was initially taken aback by this shocking revelation, he realized that it didn't matter what body Jared was in. What mattered was the person he was, and would always be - his best friend.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where My roommate was your regular run of the mill 25-year-old guy. He liked video games, booze, and especially women. But his life came to a shocking turn when he got a phone call saying he was swapped at birth, the swapped at birth program was an experimental program that swapped peoples bodies at the nursery he apparently had been swapped with a girl named Courtney. It got even more crazy when he saw the body he was supposed to have been ultra busty and curvy. I’m not sure how I’m going to room with him looking like this, I don’t think I can handle that. At least he still has the same personality he loves sports and loves to play a good video game he also can still grill like a champ. I bought him a new apron as a joke that says Yes, I know not only the burgers have buns I do too, of course referring to his curvy ass. It's hard to believe my best friend was supposed to be a sexy woman his whole life.
Response: Title: A Binary Swap "Jer, we gotta talk," Dave said, the ache of realization painting his voice with a strange pitch of disbelief. "What is it, pal?" Jared breezily spun on his swivel chair, giving a cheeky throwaway grin at his roommate. He was engrossed in his favorite shooter game, oblivious to the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. "Well, you know that call you got last night?" Dave asked, scratching his head uncertainly. Deep lines of concern creased his forehead. "Mhm." Jared's eyes barely left the screen. "It's not a prank. It's real, Jer," Dave finally blurted out, dropping the bombshell which had been plaguing his conscience since dawn. "What’s real?" came Jared’s distracted reply. He swirled around on his chair this time, his fingers still frenetically tapping away on the game controller. Seeing no alternative, Dave breathlessly recited what he had learned, "You were... swapped at birth, Jer. An experimental program, they said. You were supposed to be a woman, Jared." He let the words sink in. Jared's controller slipped from his hand. His jaw followed suit, dropping in disbelief. "And you're telling me because...?" he asked, though the gloss and pristine reflection in the picture Dave handed him already gave away the answer. "It's her, I mean you." Dave pointed at the bewitching woman in the picture, eyes the color of roasted chestnuts, flawless skin glowing like the golden hue of dusk, lips that teased with an eternal promise of mystery. She was elegant, curvy, and by all appearances, overflowing with feminine charm. "Damn," Jared said, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze locked onto the woman he was 'supposed' to be. Days whisked by in a surreal blur. There were frequent phone calls and heated exchanges, and there were days when they shared awkward silences as they carried on. The simple camaraderie that Mike and Jared once enjoyed bloomed into an awkward transition. But amidst the chaos, Jared remained fundamentally the same. Still the impeccable gamer, the sports enthusiast who could use the change in the field to predict the outcome of the match. And despite the shocked glances at his curvaceous physique, he stood in front of the grill on the balcony each Sunday like a champ, flipping burgers in an apron that joked, 'Yes, I know, not only the burgers have buns, I do too,' which was Dave's failed attempt at bringing light to an otherwise sober situation. "It's just crazy to think, Jer," said Dave one evening, reclining on the couch, nursing a bottle of beer. "Of all the things, swapped at birth! And to think my best friend, my regular run-of-the-mill guy pal could've been a sexy woman his whole life!" A chuckle erupted from Jared, adding an echo into the quiet evening. He looked down at the apron and flexed his curvy ass for the fun of it, "And miss out on all the video games and grilling? Nah, I think I've got the best of both worlds, buddy." As much as Dave was initially taken aback by this shocking revelation, he realized that it didn't matter what body Jared was in. What mattered was the person he was, and would always be - his best friend.
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