"Bikini and the Beast: A Quarantine Tale"
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When I first caught The Fem Virus, I thought it was the end of my world. The curse that only affected men had gotten hold of me, and I would spend the next two weeks in quarantine, trying to adjust to my new, uh, assets. I was stuck inside, bored out of my mind, flipping channels and debating if I should start practicing my seductive female voice or continue speaking with the same deep rumble that I’d had since I was twelve.
The quarantine period finally ended, leaving me desperate for the company of my best friend, Ben. I texted him immediately, saying, "Dude, let's hit the beach! I need some fresh air." He agreed, probably more out of curiosity than actual concern for my well-being.
When he knocked on my front door, I strutted over in my new sexy bikini—part of my quarantine wardrobe upgrade—and swung the door open with all the flair of a game show host revealing a prize.
"Hey, dude! Thank God you're here. Ready to head out or what?" I flashed him my best smile, having practiced it in the mirror for an embarrassing amount of time.
Ben’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I wasn’t sure if he was admiring the bikini or if he was just in shock seeing his buddy as a busty, curvy redheaded MILF. Probably a bit of both.
Once he regained composure, I showed him my new ID. His laugh echoed through the neighborhood. "Dude, you still go by Frank? With that face?"
I smirked, "Well, the DMV lady was too scared to argue with me."
He snorted, shaking his head. "You gonna drive?"
"Yeah, man. I've been cooped up in this house for too long. But first, I need to adjust the seat for this new shorter body," I grumbled, fumbling with the car seat and steering wheel. It was like trying to fit into clothes I'd outgrown in middle school.
Finally, we made it to the beach. I felt like a million bucks as I walked onto the sand, trying to ignore the fact that my new assets were trying to escape every second.
We kicked off our beach day with some volleyball. Let me tell you, trying to play with these new… enhancements was like navigating an obstacle course. My bikini bottoms had a sadistic tendency of wedging themselves in places they had no business going. After a few hilarious falls and some awkward adjusting, I finally got the hang of it. Kind of.
Afterward, we plopped down into lounge chairs with some drinks, soaking in the sun. Ben and I started reminiscing about college days.
"Dude, remember those keg stands?" Ben chuckled. "Imagine doing one now."
"Oh God," I groaned, facepalming. "Can you imagine? Every guy would lose focus and the keg would end up everywhere but in their cups."
We laughed until our sides hurt. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any more bizarre, a little girl toddled over to me. She looked up with wide eyes and said, "Princess Ariel?"
I blinked, taken aback. Ben elbowed me, suppressing his laugh.
I knelt down, summoning my best princess smile. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Can I take a picture with you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Of course!" I scooped her up and posed, trying to channel my inner Disney princess. Ben snapped the picture and the girl's parents thanked me profusely before guiding their daughter away.
"Nice job, Ariel," Ben teased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Shut up!" I laughed, but I couldn’t help feeling a little proud. For a moment, I forgot about the discomfort of my new body and just enjoyed existing in the surreal absurdity my life had become.
As the day stretched on, we lounged, laughed, and let the salty breeze carry away the remnants of my quarantine-induced madness. By the end of it all, I was almost grateful for The Fem Virus. Emphasis on "almost".
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 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. He shows me his new ID which is hilarious because even though he now is a chick he still goes by his guy name so the photo of his pretty face on the ID doesn't match his name. He says he wants to drive because he had been cooped up in his house for so long. Of course it takes him some time to adjust the seat to his new far shorter body and he can't find a comfy way to wear his seatbelt. At the beach my friend and I played some beach volleyball of course my friend struggle with the bounce of his new tits and ass but soon began to catch on but kept having to pick his bikini bottoms from his crack. We had a few drinks and reminisced on our old college days laughing about much more fun they'd be if he was a girl back then as well. One little girl comes up to him and calls him princess Ariel he takes a photo with her and its very sweet how he tries to act more womanly and princess like around the girl. Write the story from the friend who caught the virus perspective.
Response: When I first caught The Fem Virus, I thought it was the end of my world. The curse that only affected men had gotten hold of me, and I would spend the next two weeks in quarantine, trying to adjust to my new, uh, assets. I was stuck inside, bored out of my mind, flipping channels and debating if I should start practicing my seductive female voice or continue speaking with the same deep rumble that I’d had since I was twelve. The quarantine period finally ended, leaving me desperate for the company of my best friend, Ben. I texted him immediately, saying, "Dude, let's hit the beach! I need some fresh air." He agreed, probably more out of curiosity than actual concern for my well-being. When he knocked on my front door, I strutted over in my new sexy bikini—part of my quarantine wardrobe upgrade—and swung the door open with all the flair of a game show host revealing a prize. "Hey, dude! Thank God you're here. Ready to head out or what?" I flashed him my best smile, having practiced it in the mirror for an embarrassing amount of time. Ben’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I wasn’t sure if he was admiring the bikini or if he was just in shock seeing his buddy as a busty, curvy redheaded MILF. Probably a bit of both. Once he regained composure, I showed him my new ID. His laugh echoed through the neighborhood. "Dude, you still go by Frank? With that face?" I smirked, "Well, the DMV lady was too scared to argue with me." He snorted, shaking his head. "You gonna drive?" "Yeah, man. I've been cooped up in this house for too long. But first, I need to adjust the seat for this new shorter body," I grumbled, fumbling with the car seat and steering wheel. It was like trying to fit into clothes I'd outgrown in middle school. Finally, we made it to the beach. I felt like a million bucks as I walked onto the sand, trying to ignore the fact that my new assets were trying to escape every second. We kicked off our beach day with some volleyball. Let me tell you, trying to play with these new… enhancements was like navigating an obstacle course. My bikini bottoms had a sadistic tendency of wedging themselves in places they had no business going. After a few hilarious falls and some awkward adjusting, I finally got the hang of it. Kind of. Afterward, we plopped down into lounge chairs with some drinks, soaking in the sun. Ben and I started reminiscing about college days. "Dude, remember those keg stands?" Ben chuckled. "Imagine doing one now." "Oh God," I groaned, facepalming. "Can you imagine? Every guy would lose focus and the keg would end up everywhere but in their cups." We laughed until our sides hurt. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any more bizarre, a little girl toddled over to me. She looked up with wide eyes and said, "Princess Ariel?" I blinked, taken aback. Ben elbowed me, suppressing his laugh. I knelt down, summoning my best princess smile. "Yes, sweetie?" "Can I take a picture with you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "Of course!" I scooped her up and posed, trying to channel my inner Disney princess. Ben snapped the picture and the girl's parents thanked me profusely before guiding their daughter away. "Nice job, Ariel," Ben teased, grinning from ear to ear. "Shut up!" I laughed, but I couldn’t help feeling a little proud. For a moment, I forgot about the discomfort of my new body and just enjoyed existing in the surreal absurdity my life had become. As the day stretched on, we lounged, laughed, and let the salty breeze carry away the remnants of my quarantine-induced madness. By the end of it all, I was almost grateful for The Fem Virus. Emphasis on "almost".
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