A Bizarrely Bodacious Getaway
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Title: A Bizarrely Bodacious Getaway
"Come on, dude! It's not that bad!" I said to my friend, Roger, as we sailed on the tranquil azure waters of the Pacific. His disgruntled scowl was all too visible behind those feminine sunglasses.
"Bruce, if my ex hadn't swapped my body and absconded with it, I'd toss you overboard!" he grumbled, frowning at his red, white, and blue bikini-clad reflection in the mirror. Roger's ex, Bella, had always been a sizzling sight—a well-built, busty, and curvy goddess. With my friend's disgruntled soul stuck inside her body, the sight was downright surreal.
The boat's engine hummed beneath us, setting a rhythm for the oddity the day had become. He crossed his arms across what used to be Bella's bosom, his eyes glowering at me.
"But it's not your fau—" I was cut off by Roger's fierce glare shooting daggers at me.
"For the last time, stop ogling my—her—uh, these!" he yelped, pointing towards the well-endowed chest that was no longer Bella's, but his.
"Can't help it, mate," I said, a mischievous smirk on my face. "You can't blame a man for appreciating curves, can you?"
Roger groaned, rolling his eyes. After a moment, he threw back his head—a sea of brunette curls bouncing around his face—and began to laugh wholeheartedly. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think we were two fools enjoying a normal vacation.
"This takes 'getting into her skin' to a whole new level," he joked, bringing another wave of laughter from the both of us. On our regular guys trip, I didn't expect to see Roger so free-spirited in Bella's curvy body. It was intriguing...and a little unnerving.
"I'm going to kill Bella when I find her. But not before getting my body back," Roger added, scrutinizing his manicured nails.
"Does this mean you're finally getting the hang of those?" I asked, pointing to the long, shiny fingernails that had given him trouble all morning.
"Honestly, Bruce," Roger sighed, giving a resigned nod, "Yes. I admit it. They came in handy while opening that beer bottle."
I chuckled, watching him struggle with the fancy female swimsuit he was forced to adorn for the day. "Well, I suppose we are having fun right?"
Roger simply nodded. "The most bizarre, funny and utterly twisted fun."
I had planned this trip to help Roger get over his messy divorce. Instead, it seemed like we stumbled into a twisted, humorous plot for a low-budget comedy movie. It wasn't the vacation I had imagined, but it was definitely a story for the grandkids.
"Suppose we'll have to get used to this for the time being," I said, clinking my beer bottle against the one in his perfectly manicured hands.
"Only for a while, Bruce," Roger retorted, this time with renewed energy sparkling in his eyes. "Before we make Bella swallow her own medicine."
Finally, he caught up to the hilarity of the situation, and we laughed, the boat carrying us towards the setting sun on a sea of mirth. A guys outing turned booty appreciation retreat - who would've thought? After all, laughter, they say, was the best remedy; even for a divinely absurd body swapping crisis.
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 lots of dialogue where After my friend has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guys vacation. But when I found out that his ex wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat but he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect and he was wearing a red white and blue bikini to really show it off. After awhile he begam to joke around about his new predicament this guys trip was defiantly the most odd, but also was the most fun too.
Response: Title: A Bizarrely Bodacious Getaway "Come on, dude! It's not that bad!" I said to my friend, Roger, as we sailed on the tranquil azure waters of the Pacific. His disgruntled scowl was all too visible behind those feminine sunglasses. "Bruce, if my ex hadn't swapped my body and absconded with it, I'd toss you overboard!" he grumbled, frowning at his red, white, and blue bikini-clad reflection in the mirror. Roger's ex, Bella, had always been a sizzling sight—a well-built, busty, and curvy goddess. With my friend's disgruntled soul stuck inside her body, the sight was downright surreal. The boat's engine hummed beneath us, setting a rhythm for the oddity the day had become. He crossed his arms across what used to be Bella's bosom, his eyes glowering at me. "But it's not your fau—" I was cut off by Roger's fierce glare shooting daggers at me. "For the last time, stop ogling my—her—uh, these!" he yelped, pointing towards the well-endowed chest that was no longer Bella's, but his. "Can't help it, mate," I said, a mischievous smirk on my face. "You can't blame a man for appreciating curves, can you?" Roger groaned, rolling his eyes. After a moment, he threw back his head—a sea of brunette curls bouncing around his face—and began to laugh wholeheartedly. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think we were two fools enjoying a normal vacation. "This takes 'getting into her skin' to a whole new level," he joked, bringing another wave of laughter from the both of us. On our regular guys trip, I didn't expect to see Roger so free-spirited in Bella's curvy body. It was intriguing...and a little unnerving. "I'm going to kill Bella when I find her. But not before getting my body back," Roger added, scrutinizing his manicured nails. "Does this mean you're finally getting the hang of those?" I asked, pointing to the long, shiny fingernails that had given him trouble all morning. "Honestly, Bruce," Roger sighed, giving a resigned nod, "Yes. I admit it. They came in handy while opening that beer bottle." I chuckled, watching him struggle with the fancy female swimsuit he was forced to adorn for the day. "Well, I suppose we are having fun right?" Roger simply nodded. "The most bizarre, funny and utterly twisted fun." I had planned this trip to help Roger get over his messy divorce. Instead, it seemed like we stumbled into a twisted, humorous plot for a low-budget comedy movie. It wasn't the vacation I had imagined, but it was definitely a story for the grandkids. "Suppose we'll have to get used to this for the time being," I said, clinking my beer bottle against the one in his perfectly manicured hands. "Only for a while, Bruce," Roger retorted, this time with renewed energy sparkling in his eyes. "Before we make Bella swallow her own medicine." Finally, he caught up to the hilarity of the situation, and we laughed, the boat carrying us towards the setting sun on a sea of mirth. A guys outing turned booty appreciation retreat - who would've thought? After all, laughter, they say, was the best remedy; even for a divinely absurd body swapping crisis.
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