"Bikinis, Burgers, and Bumps: Fourth of July Hijinks"
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The Fourth of July is upon us, and while the promise of fireworks and barbecued bliss usually get me in high spirits, today there's a twist to the festivities. You see, I'm currently rocking a red, white, and blue bikini and a body with curves for days.
Let me back up a bit. I was once a tough-as-nails soldier, but ever since that "gender bomb" incident, I've been navigating life with a body that could probably make a Kardashian jealous. The army, bless their hearts, honorably discharged me because of the change. So here I am, flipping burgers at our annual 4th of July bash, proudly showing off my new assets.
As I stand at the grill with my now-thick and curvy figure, I can’t help but notice the mental cartwheels my old military buddies’ minds are doing. It’s taking some time for them to focus entirely on their cornhole match with me swaying around. Believe me, though—I’m just glad to be embracing my new self, curves and all.
But let me tell you, they are having trouble keeping their eyes off me. A couple of them, like Jenkins and O’Malley, are going to need marriage counseling after this if their wives keep catching them sneaking peeks. I glance over and realize I’m up to make another joke. Grinning, I call out, "Hot dogs and burgers are done! Grab a bun, but not these!"
I emphasize the statement by delivering a playful, dramatic slap to my ample backside. The whole group erupts into laughter, and I feel that familiar camaraderie ease back into my new and awkward reality. It's all in good fun.
Soon enough, the cornhole tourney kicks off, and I can’t resist jumping in. I team up with my buddy—let’s call him Jeff. We're doing great until I unexpectedly break a nail.
"Dammit, these boobs are throwing off my game," I half-joke, adjusting my bikini top. Jeff bursts into laughter, and I give him a faux glare before regaining my focus. Honestly, it's not easy being an athlete with these new additions. But you know what? We get our groove back and end up nailing the match. Victory is sweet, even in a bikini.
As we’re handed our little trophy, I can’t resist giving Jeff a celebratory hip bump with my now-wide hips. He nearly topples over, laughing.
Back when I was dodging bullets and crawling through mud, I never imagined I'd be here, in a bikini, enjoying a summer day with friends. It’s different, sure. Awkward? Absolutely. But better than being shot at in the army? Without a doubt. Maybe life’s finally settled into a bizarre sense of normalcy.
I catch sight of O'Malley's wife yanking on his ear for checking me out, and I laugh inwardly. I think I’ll just grab another burger and relish the chaos I’ve thrown them into. After all, life’s too short to stress over a little gender swap and a couple of affectionate bumps and laughs. Happy Fourth, indeed.
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 My buddy was a former member of the army. When the gender bomb when off and changed his gender the honorably discharged him. He has the sexy body of a curvy woman. Today we’re having a 4th of July party and he decided to show off his new body. It's hard to focus on my game pf cornhole with him standing at the grill in his red, white and blue bikini showing off his thick and curvy ass and big boobs. I'm glad he is embracing his new body, but a couple of his military buddies are going to be in the doghouse tonight they keep checking him out in front of their wives. He shouts out hot dogs and burgers are done grab a bun, but not these. He slaps his new ass and laughs, and we all laugh too. Me and him teamed up for a cornhole match he complained about breaking a nail and how hos boobs were messing him up. But after a while he got his groove back and we won the tourney. He gave me a little hip bump with his wide hips when we got handed the trophy. His new situation must be awkward for him but its better than being shot at in the army right. Tell the story from the army friend in his new womanly body's perspective.
Response: The Fourth of July is upon us, and while the promise of fireworks and barbecued bliss usually get me in high spirits, today there's a twist to the festivities. You see, I'm currently rocking a red, white, and blue bikini and a body with curves for days. Let me back up a bit. I was once a tough-as-nails soldier, but ever since that "gender bomb" incident, I've been navigating life with a body that could probably make a Kardashian jealous. The army, bless their hearts, honorably discharged me because of the change. So here I am, flipping burgers at our annual 4th of July bash, proudly showing off my new assets. As I stand at the grill with my now-thick and curvy figure, I can’t help but notice the mental cartwheels my old military buddies’ minds are doing. It’s taking some time for them to focus entirely on their cornhole match with me swaying around. Believe me, though—I’m just glad to be embracing my new self, curves and all. But let me tell you, they are having trouble keeping their eyes off me. A couple of them, like Jenkins and O’Malley, are going to need marriage counseling after this if their wives keep catching them sneaking peeks. I glance over and realize I’m up to make another joke. Grinning, I call out, "Hot dogs and burgers are done! Grab a bun, but not these!" I emphasize the statement by delivering a playful, dramatic slap to my ample backside. The whole group erupts into laughter, and I feel that familiar camaraderie ease back into my new and awkward reality. It's all in good fun. Soon enough, the cornhole tourney kicks off, and I can’t resist jumping in. I team up with my buddy—let’s call him Jeff. We're doing great until I unexpectedly break a nail. "Dammit, these boobs are throwing off my game," I half-joke, adjusting my bikini top. Jeff bursts into laughter, and I give him a faux glare before regaining my focus. Honestly, it's not easy being an athlete with these new additions. But you know what? We get our groove back and end up nailing the match. Victory is sweet, even in a bikini. As we’re handed our little trophy, I can’t resist giving Jeff a celebratory hip bump with my now-wide hips. He nearly topples over, laughing. Back when I was dodging bullets and crawling through mud, I never imagined I'd be here, in a bikini, enjoying a summer day with friends. It’s different, sure. Awkward? Absolutely. But better than being shot at in the army? Without a doubt. Maybe life’s finally settled into a bizarre sense of normalcy. I catch sight of O'Malley's wife yanking on his ear for checking me out, and I laugh inwardly. I think I’ll just grab another burger and relish the chaos I’ve thrown them into. After all, life’s too short to stress over a little gender swap and a couple of affectionate bumps and laughs. Happy Fourth, indeed.
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