A New Girl in the Corps
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Title: A New Girl in the Corps
"I still can't believe you got yourself into this, Max," I chuckle, leaning on the bar counter.
My buddy Max, now Maxine, rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Nick. I never thought the NuBody program meant this." Her annoyance is palpable, emphasized by her red hair glowing under the bar lights.
"But how come you got...well…" I motion towards her generously curved figure. "I mean, didn't they have other, more…less… Busty options?"
Maxine shrugs in a way that sends titters through the rowdy patrons behind me. "What can I say? I was at the bottom of the list for replacements. All the man-bodies surpassed their expiry in the frost."
"I bet those guys wish they hung on a bit longer," I grin, causing Maxine to nudge me with her elbow.
"Shut up, Nick," she grumbles. "It's not my fault that I've got a better rack than half the girls in here."
I snort into my beer. "Try all of them, Max."
Maxine gives me a dry look, scattering a handful of napkins my way. "I'm a waitress, not a stripper, Nick."
I watch appreciatively as she sashays away to deliver the next order, her low-cut top causing near heart attacks amongst the thirsty patrons.
"What did the military guys say about all this?" I ask when she returns.
"They don't care. Said I needed to build a new life. I'm still serving the country, just in a…different capacity." She sighs dramatically, the weight of her new life heavy on her shoulders.
"But you're doing good, Max," I comfort her, noticing the heaping pile of tips on the other end of the counter. "You've got this military life on the ropes, and you're helping veterans in more ways than you realize."
"I suppose you're right," Maxine says, feeling herself brighten up. "And I mean, people do seem to like...you know, me. Or the new me."
Before I can say anything, a drunken patron saunters up to the counter, leering at Maxine. He starts to say something inappropriate, but halts upon noticing the glare from a pair of military-grade eyes.
"Oh, I think he likes me," Maxine grins, shoving the drunkard's pint towards him. And just as the man's stammering apologies echo through the bar, she turns to me, grinning mischievously. "Or at least, he likes my tips."
And the bar shakes with my ensuing laughter. No matter what body Max was in, he would always be a marine. And in this new busty, curvaceous form? Well, he was proving himself to be one hell of a soldier – on and off the battlefield.
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 tons of dialogue where There was a new military program that people could sign up for called NuBody. If you were oversees and lost a limb or even your life, people were willing to donate there bodies. My buddy was placed in this program and swapped with a curvaceous and busty redheaded woman. I think he’s a little annoyed about his swap right now instead of being a normal marine like he used to be he had the body of a regular military pinup girl. He was told he would have to build a new life for himself, now he's a waitress at a bar and has to wear low cut tops. He says its humiliating, but he is raking in the tips thanks to his new busty form.
Response: Title: A New Girl in the Corps "I still can't believe you got yourself into this, Max," I chuckle, leaning on the bar counter. My buddy Max, now Maxine, rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Nick. I never thought the NuBody program meant this." Her annoyance is palpable, emphasized by her red hair glowing under the bar lights. "But how come you got...well…" I motion towards her generously curved figure. "I mean, didn't they have other, more…less… Busty options?" Maxine shrugs in a way that sends titters through the rowdy patrons behind me. "What can I say? I was at the bottom of the list for replacements. All the man-bodies surpassed their expiry in the frost." "I bet those guys wish they hung on a bit longer," I grin, causing Maxine to nudge me with her elbow. "Shut up, Nick," she grumbles. "It's not my fault that I've got a better rack than half the girls in here." I snort into my beer. "Try all of them, Max." Maxine gives me a dry look, scattering a handful of napkins my way. "I'm a waitress, not a stripper, Nick." I watch appreciatively as she sashays away to deliver the next order, her low-cut top causing near heart attacks amongst the thirsty patrons. "What did the military guys say about all this?" I ask when she returns. "They don't care. Said I needed to build a new life. I'm still serving the country, just in a…different capacity." She sighs dramatically, the weight of her new life heavy on her shoulders. "But you're doing good, Max," I comfort her, noticing the heaping pile of tips on the other end of the counter. "You've got this military life on the ropes, and you're helping veterans in more ways than you realize." "I suppose you're right," Maxine says, feeling herself brighten up. "And I mean, people do seem to like...you know, me. Or the new me." Before I can say anything, a drunken patron saunters up to the counter, leering at Maxine. He starts to say something inappropriate, but halts upon noticing the glare from a pair of military-grade eyes. "Oh, I think he likes me," Maxine grins, shoving the drunkard's pint towards him. And just as the man's stammering apologies echo through the bar, she turns to me, grinning mischievously. "Or at least, he likes my tips." And the bar shakes with my ensuing laughter. No matter what body Max was in, he would always be a marine. And in this new busty, curvaceous form? Well, he was proving himself to be one hell of a soldier – on and off the battlefield.
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