A Tangled Boat Tale
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Title: A Tangled Boat Tale
"Are we there yet?" I groaned, breaking the silence that had filled my mate Charlie's prized possession - a shiny, slick boat he named The Sea Seducer, after his ex-wife.
Charlie chuckled, tugging at the dock line. A divorce hadn't tainted his sense of humor. "Almost, buddy, almost."
Two months since the papers had been signed, and Charlie had morphed into a shell of his former self. I figured a 'guys only' getaway to the coast might lift his spirits. What I hadn't known was the function of the term 'shell.'
Yeah, he was... different. And I'm not talking emotionally. I mean physically.
I'd walked in on Charlie swaying his hips, twerking in front of a mirror. In shock, I'd blurted out, "Bro, uh, since when does your posterior look like Scarlett Johansson's?"
He'd turned, shrugged, and confessed, "Actually, it's not my posterior. It's Jennifer's." Jennifer being his busty, curvaceous, voluptuously divine ex-wife.
Never in my wildest tequila-fueled fantasies did I imagine I'd have to navigate this new reality.
Here we were, aboard his boat, and all I could do was sneak glances at his...let's call it transformation. He noticed, of course. His new enhanced anatomy wasnât exactly subtle.
"Hey, Pest!" he called out, referencing his irritating nickname for me from our college days. "My eyes are up here."
Darned if he wasn't using Jenniferâs flirtatious tone.
"Sorry, man... woman...uh..."
Charlie sniggered, "Just call me Charlie."
A pause. Then I spurted, "Are you going to keep ⌠uh, them?"
Rolling his eyes, he scoffed, "What, these?" pointing to his new package. "Jennifer left them behind. Seemed a pity to waste."
Unable to repress my laughter, I doubled over the side of the boat. Charlie, or Jennifer, depending on how one looked at things, grinned, twirled around on the deck, and announced, "Appreciate the view, Pest. You wonât see a rear like this every day!"
âToo true, Charlie, too true.â I nodded, exaggerating a sad sigh. But I wasnât sad, not really. After all, it was undeniably a joy to know that even after divorce and an unexpected body-swap, my friend had managed to keep his humor intact. One may even say... he came out the better end. Literally.
We busted out laughing, tears streaming, the boat chortling beneath us, and the wide-open sea our witness to the worldâs weirdest âguy-vacationâ ever.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIâs 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 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 heâs annoyed I keep looking at hisâŚor his ex wifeâs sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect.
Response: Title: A Tangled Boat Tale "Are we there yet?" I groaned, breaking the silence that had filled my mate Charlie's prized possession - a shiny, slick boat he named The Sea Seducer, after his ex-wife. Charlie chuckled, tugging at the dock line. A divorce hadn't tainted his sense of humor. "Almost, buddy, almost." Two months since the papers had been signed, and Charlie had morphed into a shell of his former self. I figured a 'guys only' getaway to the coast might lift his spirits. What I hadn't known was the function of the term 'shell.' Yeah, he was... different. And I'm not talking emotionally. I mean physically. I'd walked in on Charlie swaying his hips, twerking in front of a mirror. In shock, I'd blurted out, "Bro, uh, since when does your posterior look like Scarlett Johansson's?" He'd turned, shrugged, and confessed, "Actually, it's not my posterior. It's Jennifer's." Jennifer being his busty, curvaceous, voluptuously divine ex-wife. Never in my wildest tequila-fueled fantasies did I imagine I'd have to navigate this new reality. Here we were, aboard his boat, and all I could do was sneak glances at his...let's call it transformation. He noticed, of course. His new enhanced anatomy wasnât exactly subtle. "Hey, Pest!" he called out, referencing his irritating nickname for me from our college days. "My eyes are up here." Darned if he wasn't using Jenniferâs flirtatious tone. "Sorry, man... woman...uh..." Charlie sniggered, "Just call me Charlie." A pause. Then I spurted, "Are you going to keep ⌠uh, them?" Rolling his eyes, he scoffed, "What, these?" pointing to his new package. "Jennifer left them behind. Seemed a pity to waste." Unable to repress my laughter, I doubled over the side of the boat. Charlie, or Jennifer, depending on how one looked at things, grinned, twirled around on the deck, and announced, "Appreciate the view, Pest. You wonât see a rear like this every day!" âToo true, Charlie, too true.â I nodded, exaggerating a sad sigh. But I wasnât sad, not really. After all, it was undeniably a joy to know that even after divorce and an unexpected body-swap, my friend had managed to keep his humor intact. One may even say... he came out the better end. Literally. We busted out laughing, tears streaming, the boat chortling beneath us, and the wide-open sea our witness to the worldâs weirdest âguy-vacationâ ever.
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