Beach Babes and Bromance
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Title: Beach Babes and Bromance
Three weeks ago, if someone had told me I’d be a busty, curvy redhead strutting in a bikini, I would’ve laughed so hard I’d spit soda through my nose. Life sure had a way of messing with you, huh?
It was all because of that darn Fem Virus. Yep, you heard right! A virus that turns guys into gals. And not just any gals – MILFs if you were 'lucky'. When I first got the news flash about my quarantine, I thought it was all some twisted prank.
As I adjusted my bikini top in the mirror, I reminisced about the day I caught it. It all started with a sneeze at the grocery store. Who knew that simple sneeze led to this? One minute, I was Carl, your average dude with a love for cold ones and football. The next, I was Carla, a ravishing redhead with, well, assets.
Quarantine was... interesting. I had to stay home to avoid causing a panic, and it took all my willpower to get used to voice training tutorials on YouTube. “Repeat after me: Sally sells sea shells by the sea shore,” I’d recite, my voice gradually going from Barry White to Scarlett Johansson.
Finally, after two weeks, I was given the all-clear signal. The docs said Carla was my new normal. I figured, why fight it? Embrace the curves, dude. Or rather, dudette.
An unexpected knock on my door made me jump. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach – a new sensation. I strutted (yes, strutted) over, wondering how Brad would react. We'd been best buds since kindergarten, and now he was about to meet Carla.
“Brad!” I yelled, throwing open the door. That’s when I saw his jaw practically hit the welcome mat.
“… Carla?” he sputtered, eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets. “Dude, is that you?”
“Of course it’s me, who else looks this good in a bikini?” I tried to strike a confident pose, although my confidence was more wobbly than my high heels.
Brad gave me the classic once-over, his bewilderment slowly morphing into a chuckle. “Okay, okay! I gotta admit, you pull it off better than any of us could. Ready to hit the beach, Red?”
We loped down to his car, my hips swaying more than I was used to. As we settled in, Brad gave me a sidelong glance, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter. “So, how’ve you been, Carl... I mean, Carla? Any unexpected incidents with, um, the new–?”
“You mean these?” I said, gesturing to my chest. “Boobs are like kittens, adorable but confusing. But you wouldn’t believe the attention they get. Yesterday, I got a free scoop at the ice-cream parlor!”
We reached the beach quickly. I drank in the fresh sea air, the sun warming my new curves. People stared, probably figuring I was some single mom enjoying summer, but in their eyes, I saw a spark of envy. The Fem Virus didn’t mess around – we got instant bombshell status.
We found a spot and laid our towels down. Brad sighed appreciatively, throwing off his shirt. “Man, it’s good to see you out and about again.”
“Tell me about it, bro!” I grinned. “I mean, sis?” We both laughed, falling into our old camaraderie.
Minutes later, a gaggle of beach-goers watched us, faces mixed with curiosity and, dare I say, admiration. "Hey, Carla! Can you pass me the lotion?" Brad asked loudly, winking at me.
I tossed the bottle with a smirk, then lowered my shades and scanned the beach. Life threw some pretty wild curveballs, but having a best friend who didn't care how many curves I had... that made all the difference.
So here I was – Carl turned Carla – living it up. The moral? If life hands you lemons, put on a bikini and hit the beach. When you’ve got good friends, it’s always summer.
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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where The Fem Virus was very contagious and only affected men. It would change their genders and make them women. When my friend caught it he had to stay in quarantine for two weeks. Finally I was able to visit him, he sis’s he wanted to head to the beach for some fresh air. So I went up to his front door and knocked on it. When the door swung open a saw a Busty and Curvy redheaded MILF in a sexy looking bikini strut over and look at me with a smile. “Dude thank god you’re here, are you ready to head out or what.” The MILF says to me. I was confused at first but I found out that the MILF in front of me was my best friend who had gotten the MILF variant of the Fem Virus. Write the story from the friend who caught the virus perspective.
Response: Title: Beach Babes and Bromance Three weeks ago, if someone had told me I’d be a busty, curvy redhead strutting in a bikini, I would’ve laughed so hard I’d spit soda through my nose. Life sure had a way of messing with you, huh? It was all because of that darn Fem Virus. Yep, you heard right! A virus that turns guys into gals. And not just any gals – MILFs if you were 'lucky'. When I first got the news flash about my quarantine, I thought it was all some twisted prank. As I adjusted my bikini top in the mirror, I reminisced about the day I caught it. It all started with a sneeze at the grocery store. Who knew that simple sneeze led to this? One minute, I was Carl, your average dude with a love for cold ones and football. The next, I was Carla, a ravishing redhead with, well, assets. Quarantine was... interesting. I had to stay home to avoid causing a panic, and it took all my willpower to get used to voice training tutorials on YouTube. “Repeat after me: Sally sells sea shells by the sea shore,” I’d recite, my voice gradually going from Barry White to Scarlett Johansson. Finally, after two weeks, I was given the all-clear signal. The docs said Carla was my new normal. I figured, why fight it? Embrace the curves, dude. Or rather, dudette. An unexpected knock on my door made me jump. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach – a new sensation. I strutted (yes, strutted) over, wondering how Brad would react. We'd been best buds since kindergarten, and now he was about to meet Carla. “Brad!” I yelled, throwing open the door. That’s when I saw his jaw practically hit the welcome mat. “… Carla?” he sputtered, eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets. “Dude, is that you?” “Of course it’s me, who else looks this good in a bikini?” I tried to strike a confident pose, although my confidence was more wobbly than my high heels. Brad gave me the classic once-over, his bewilderment slowly morphing into a chuckle. “Okay, okay! I gotta admit, you pull it off better than any of us could. Ready to hit the beach, Red?” We loped down to his car, my hips swaying more than I was used to. As we settled in, Brad gave me a sidelong glance, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter. “So, how’ve you been, Carl... I mean, Carla? Any unexpected incidents with, um, the new–?” “You mean these?” I said, gesturing to my chest. “Boobs are like kittens, adorable but confusing. But you wouldn’t believe the attention they get. Yesterday, I got a free scoop at the ice-cream parlor!” We reached the beach quickly. I drank in the fresh sea air, the sun warming my new curves. People stared, probably figuring I was some single mom enjoying summer, but in their eyes, I saw a spark of envy. The Fem Virus didn’t mess around – we got instant bombshell status. We found a spot and laid our towels down. Brad sighed appreciatively, throwing off his shirt. “Man, it’s good to see you out and about again.” “Tell me about it, bro!” I grinned. “I mean, sis?” We both laughed, falling into our old camaraderie. Minutes later, a gaggle of beach-goers watched us, faces mixed with curiosity and, dare I say, admiration. "Hey, Carla! Can you pass me the lotion?" Brad asked loudly, winking at me. I tossed the bottle with a smirk, then lowered my shades and scanned the beach. Life threw some pretty wild curveballs, but having a best friend who didn't care how many curves I had... that made all the difference. So here I was – Carl turned Carla – living it up. The moral? If life hands you lemons, put on a bikini and hit the beach. When you’ve got good friends, it’s always summer.
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