A Hairy Situation
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Title: A Hairy Situation
The transformation potions had taken the market by storm, and everyone was signing up for trial packages. My friend, Barry, was no exception. Ever been the mischievous chap, Barry thought he could prank me by transforming into an exact replica of me. I purchased a potion for him, intending to add a strand of my hair. Or at least, I thought I did.
Acquiring my hair proved more difficult than I imagined. As someone with a full, flowing mane, you would think I'd have hair everywhere. Yes, my wife often complained, especially when my hair got tangled in her hairbrush. That gives me an idea.
Already laughing to myself at Barryās looming embarrassment, I pulled out a strand from the offending hairbrush. I handed it over to my eager friend, trying to suppress my laughter. There was no warning label on the potion; the company apparently believed strongly in the āsurpriseā aspect of self-transformations.
Down the potion went, in one dramatic glug. He started to morph, his form changing. All was going as planned until - what in blazes? Barry's torso ballooned out, his waist narrowed, and his hips expanded. His hair turned from brunette to a fiery red. Suddenly, Barry wasn't Barry anymore. He looked more like...my wife?
I clapped a hand over my mouth, unable to contain my laughter. Whatever the outcome we anticipated, it wasn't this. Barry looked down at his new...assets in confusion and then gave a shriek that could only be described as feminine.
It dawned upon me that I must have pulled a strand of my wife's hair instead of mine. And what a hilarious mistake it turned out to be. Barry, or should I say, Barbara, was flabbergasted, clutching his newly ample bosom.
"All I wanted was to prank you," he wailed, "not become a woman, and definitely not your wife!ā
As I laughed till tears streamed down my face, I visualized the days to come. Barry liking his new look, perhaps? Rocking that big butt at parties? The wild red locks fluttering in the wind certainly made a pretty picture. And those wide, appealing hips ā he could even get used to those.
Barry, seeing the humorous side of the situation, finally managed a weak chuckle, albeit nervously. "Maybe, I'll be the perfect wife after all. You've been saying you could use two."
Who would've thought a simple misadventure like grabbing the wrong hair strand would lead to such side-splitting hilarity? As for Barry, he was still busy exploring his newfound attributes. The transformation potions sure had provided a hell of a story to tell, and I bet they didnāt see that coming when they put the product to the market!
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: The new transformation potions were one of the go to test things in the market. My friend wanted to try one so I bought one for him. All you have to do is get a hair strand from the person want to transform into. We both thought it would be funny for him to transform into me. Apparently I grabbed the wrong hair strand because when his transformation was complete he was an exact copy of my wife. He had her large boobs and her wide hips and big butt along with her long red hair. I can't believe this happened. Hopefully at some point he'll stop fondling himself, who knows maybe he will make the perfect wife.
Response: Title: A Hairy Situation The transformation potions had taken the market by storm, and everyone was signing up for trial packages. My friend, Barry, was no exception. Ever been the mischievous chap, Barry thought he could prank me by transforming into an exact replica of me. I purchased a potion for him, intending to add a strand of my hair. Or at least, I thought I did. Acquiring my hair proved more difficult than I imagined. As someone with a full, flowing mane, you would think I'd have hair everywhere. Yes, my wife often complained, especially when my hair got tangled in her hairbrush. That gives me an idea. Already laughing to myself at Barryās looming embarrassment, I pulled out a strand from the offending hairbrush. I handed it over to my eager friend, trying to suppress my laughter. There was no warning label on the potion; the company apparently believed strongly in the āsurpriseā aspect of self-transformations. Down the potion went, in one dramatic glug. He started to morph, his form changing. All was going as planned until - what in blazes? Barry's torso ballooned out, his waist narrowed, and his hips expanded. His hair turned from brunette to a fiery red. Suddenly, Barry wasn't Barry anymore. He looked more like...my wife? I clapped a hand over my mouth, unable to contain my laughter. Whatever the outcome we anticipated, it wasn't this. Barry looked down at his new...assets in confusion and then gave a shriek that could only be described as feminine. It dawned upon me that I must have pulled a strand of my wife's hair instead of mine. And what a hilarious mistake it turned out to be. Barry, or should I say, Barbara, was flabbergasted, clutching his newly ample bosom. "All I wanted was to prank you," he wailed, "not become a woman, and definitely not your wife!ā As I laughed till tears streamed down my face, I visualized the days to come. Barry liking his new look, perhaps? Rocking that big butt at parties? The wild red locks fluttering in the wind certainly made a pretty picture. And those wide, appealing hips ā he could even get used to those. Barry, seeing the humorous side of the situation, finally managed a weak chuckle, albeit nervously. "Maybe, I'll be the perfect wife after all. You've been saying you could use two." Who would've thought a simple misadventure like grabbing the wrong hair strand would lead to such side-splitting hilarity? As for Barry, he was still busy exploring his newfound attributes. The transformation potions sure had provided a hell of a story to tell, and I bet they didnāt see that coming when they put the product to the market!
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