"Bikini Body Swap: A Beachy Comedy of Curves"
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I was in utter shock as I gawked - well, almost drooled - at my best friend, Jerry. Jerry, post-divorce and post-body-swap, looking positively fantastic in a red, white, and blue bikini. The problem was, he was displaying the curves of his ex-wife.
"I can see where you're looking, Steve," Jerry said, his voice a gruff contrast to the killer stilettos he was balancing on.
"Sorry, man," I spluttered, trying to avert my eyes. "It's just so...err...different. You're different."
"Tell me about it," Jerry sighed, delicately adjusting his – I mean, her – bikini top.
As we headed out to the coast, Jerry strutted defiantly up and down the deck of his boat. Sometimes, I swear he even seemed to be flaunting those curves, throwing me smoldering glances over his shoulder as he sashayed around.
"Your admiration does wonders for my self-esteem, Steve. Glad someone's enjoying the show," he chuckled, giving a playful twirl.
My face burned red hot. "Look, dude... err... dudette? This guys trip is really turning out to be..."
"The most odd?" He supplied, leaning against the railing.
"Well, yeah," I sighed. "But also, one hell of a bizarrely fun adventure."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Steve," Jerry said knowingly. "But in our case, it just might kill the straight man."
"You know what," I recoiled, throwing up my hands. "This is way too freaky. I mean, boy, your ex has got curves in all the right... I mean... You've got... I mean... Hell, I don’t know what I mean anymore!”
Laughing, he gave his hips an exaggerated sway. "Welcome to my world, Steve. One moment you’re chewing on a steak, the next you're in stilettos worrying about cellulite, lipstick, and fingernail paint."
"That sensation must be..."
"Surreal?” He cut in again, grinning. “That's an understatement, Steve. But you know what, watching you squirm like that is more fun than I can remember having in years."
My groan was drowned out by his hearty laughter, echoing across the desolate coastline. This trip was definitely strange, an upside-down twilight zone of friendship. But strangeness aside, I had to admit that watching Jerry adjusting to his new reality, with that typical bullheaded determination of his, was hilarious in a twisted kind of way.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of 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 he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect and he was wearing a red white and blue bikini to really show it off. After awhile he begam to joke around about his new predicament this guys trip was defiantly the most odd, but also was the most fun too.
Response: I was in utter shock as I gawked - well, almost drooled - at my best friend, Jerry. Jerry, post-divorce and post-body-swap, looking positively fantastic in a red, white, and blue bikini. The problem was, he was displaying the curves of his ex-wife. "I can see where you're looking, Steve," Jerry said, his voice a gruff contrast to the killer stilettos he was balancing on. "Sorry, man," I spluttered, trying to avert my eyes. "It's just so...err...different. You're different." "Tell me about it," Jerry sighed, delicately adjusting his – I mean, her – bikini top. As we headed out to the coast, Jerry strutted defiantly up and down the deck of his boat. Sometimes, I swear he even seemed to be flaunting those curves, throwing me smoldering glances over his shoulder as he sashayed around. "Your admiration does wonders for my self-esteem, Steve. Glad someone's enjoying the show," he chuckled, giving a playful twirl. My face burned red hot. "Look, dude... err... dudette? This guys trip is really turning out to be..." "The most odd?" He supplied, leaning against the railing. "Well, yeah," I sighed. "But also, one hell of a bizarrely fun adventure." "Curiosity killed the cat, Steve," Jerry said knowingly. "But in our case, it just might kill the straight man." "You know what," I recoiled, throwing up my hands. "This is way too freaky. I mean, boy, your ex has got curves in all the right... I mean... You've got... I mean... Hell, I don’t know what I mean anymore!” Laughing, he gave his hips an exaggerated sway. "Welcome to my world, Steve. One moment you’re chewing on a steak, the next you're in stilettos worrying about cellulite, lipstick, and fingernail paint." "That sensation must be..." "Surreal?” He cut in again, grinning. “That's an understatement, Steve. But you know what, watching you squirm like that is more fun than I can remember having in years." My groan was drowned out by his hearty laughter, echoing across the desolate coastline. This trip was definitely strange, an upside-down twilight zone of friendship. But strangeness aside, I had to admit that watching Jerry adjusting to his new reality, with that typical bullheaded determination of his, was hilarious in a twisted kind of way.
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