Body Swap Bootcamp: The Unexpected Adventures of Mrs. Rebecca Harris
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Just two days ago, I was Jackson - a bro of epic proportions and a part-time employee at FitSwap. Now, I'm Mrs. Rebecca Harris - the busty redhead mom of my best friend, Tyler. Yo, this has been one wild ride! I'm not complainin' though; this new situation has been, like, way better than I could've ever imagined.
It all started when I saw my assignment on the FitSwap app. Some dude needed to swap with Tyler's mom to get her in shape. Man, I knew Mrs. Harris was fine, but now I really knew just how fine. I always had this crush on her, like, since the day I met Ty. I never said anything, obviously, because I ain't a creep. But now, thanks to FitSwap, I get to take her body for an extreme joyride.
"Bro, I'm Mrs. Harris," I said, like out loud, just to hear her sultry voice. Priorities, man.
While shaking a protein shake in the morning, my eyes got glued to the way her—uh my—boobs jiggled. I had to laugh. I flexed my—her—biceps in the mirror and blew a kiss. "Yo, girl, you lookin' fine!"
I even tested out how deep her voice could go, like, "Hey there, Tiger," while deepening it as much as I could. It was hilarious. Like somebody made a voice-swapping filter or something.
But life wasn't all just flexing and flirting in the mirror. Rebecca Harris had chores to do. Vacuuming bogged my vibe, but at least I had my jams with me. I cranked up “Livin’ on a Prayer” and sang it out loud, something Rebecca Harris would totally never ever do. That probably gave me away, but why would Tyler ever suspect his mom singing my favorite song?
I had to pretend to cook, too, and let me tell you, microwaving instant ramen isn’t all that hard, even in the body of my dream woman. Laundry? Not a big deal. Just toss those clothes in, pour some detergent, and boom! Done.
Ty was clueless the whole time. He almost caught on during vacuuming, though. "Mom?" Tyler peeked at me with this confused look. I panicked a bit, but then recalled she wouldn’t ever sing like that, so I just smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, honey?” Luckily, he shook his head and muttered something about losing his mind.
After a couple of hours of trying to keep Rebecca’s life together – which was way more fun when you looked this good – I finally chilled out and took a long bubble bath. The whole mom package included bath bombs, so why not? Spa day, every day, dudes! Totally chilled, I knew I had to try something else. There was all this yoga gear I found in her closet. Never tried it before, but with a body like this, anything’s possible. I stretched and flexed, feeling all kinds of muscles I didn’t even know existed.
“Jackson—er, Rebecca, yoga master. Has a nice ring to it, right?” I puffed out proudly. I was getting used to this way more than I thought.
A ping from my phone—Rebecca's phone, whatever—alerted me a bit. It was from Tyler: "Hey, finished practice early. Be home soon." That got me racing. I gotta be out of here before I mess this all up.
My timer bleeped. FitSwap was about to kick me back to my regular dude self. Back to Jackson, frat-guy extraordaire. It’s funny how you can start feeling adapted to something so fast. But, reality check, this was just a swap. A way weird, life-altering, absolutely boss swap.
In no time, I was back in my old beanbag chair at the FitSwap office, the alarm for the end of the swap chiming in nostalgic normality. Man, what a ride that was. Until next time, Mrs. Harris.
I grabbed my stuff and started out the door, mentally prepping for the inevitable grilling from Ty. Because man, if he ever found out, there'd be no end to the chaos. But some experiences? Some are worth the risk, ya know?
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 My best friend worked for this new company called FitSwap it was a company that could swap your body with a personal trainer to workout your body for you. What I didn’t know was my mom had signed up and requested my friend to swap with her. Now my friend was in her busty redheaded body having the time of his life. My friend had always had a crush on my mom and now he had full access to her body. He is having a lot of fun though. He laughs as he shakes his protein shake loving how it makes his boobs jiggle. He likes to look in the mirror and blow kisses and flirt with himself. He even tried to see how deep my moms voice could go. He also has to take over some of her house duties to though which he dreads, like vacuuming and cooking and doing the laundry. I didn't even know he was in there for a couple of days until I heard mom vacuuming and singing a song she would never know in a million years that my friend loves to sing. write the story from my friends perspective in my moms body and give my friend a frat guy accent
Response: Just two days ago, I was Jackson - a bro of epic proportions and a part-time employee at FitSwap. Now, I'm Mrs. Rebecca Harris - the busty redhead mom of my best friend, Tyler. Yo, this has been one wild ride! I'm not complainin' though; this new situation has been, like, way better than I could've ever imagined. It all started when I saw my assignment on the FitSwap app. Some dude needed to swap with Tyler's mom to get her in shape. Man, I knew Mrs. Harris was fine, but now I really knew just how fine. I always had this crush on her, like, since the day I met Ty. I never said anything, obviously, because I ain't a creep. But now, thanks to FitSwap, I get to take her body for an extreme joyride. "Bro, I'm Mrs. Harris," I said, like out loud, just to hear her sultry voice. Priorities, man. While shaking a protein shake in the morning, my eyes got glued to the way her—uh my—boobs jiggled. I had to laugh. I flexed my—her—biceps in the mirror and blew a kiss. "Yo, girl, you lookin' fine!" I even tested out how deep her voice could go, like, "Hey there, Tiger," while deepening it as much as I could. It was hilarious. Like somebody made a voice-swapping filter or something. But life wasn't all just flexing and flirting in the mirror. Rebecca Harris had chores to do. Vacuuming bogged my vibe, but at least I had my jams with me. I cranked up “Livin’ on a Prayer” and sang it out loud, something Rebecca Harris would totally never ever do. That probably gave me away, but why would Tyler ever suspect his mom singing my favorite song? I had to pretend to cook, too, and let me tell you, microwaving instant ramen isn’t all that hard, even in the body of my dream woman. Laundry? Not a big deal. Just toss those clothes in, pour some detergent, and boom! Done. Ty was clueless the whole time. He almost caught on during vacuuming, though. "Mom?" Tyler peeked at me with this confused look. I panicked a bit, but then recalled she wouldn’t ever sing like that, so I just smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, honey?” Luckily, he shook his head and muttered something about losing his mind. After a couple of hours of trying to keep Rebecca’s life together – which was way more fun when you looked this good – I finally chilled out and took a long bubble bath. The whole mom package included bath bombs, so why not? Spa day, every day, dudes! Totally chilled, I knew I had to try something else. There was all this yoga gear I found in her closet. Never tried it before, but with a body like this, anything’s possible. I stretched and flexed, feeling all kinds of muscles I didn’t even know existed. “Jackson—er, Rebecca, yoga master. Has a nice ring to it, right?” I puffed out proudly. I was getting used to this way more than I thought. A ping from my phone—Rebecca's phone, whatever—alerted me a bit. It was from Tyler: "Hey, finished practice early. Be home soon." That got me racing. I gotta be out of here before I mess this all up. My timer bleeped. FitSwap was about to kick me back to my regular dude self. Back to Jackson, frat-guy extraordaire. It’s funny how you can start feeling adapted to something so fast. But, reality check, this was just a swap. A way weird, life-altering, absolutely boss swap. In no time, I was back in my old beanbag chair at the FitSwap office, the alarm for the end of the swap chiming in nostalgic normality. Man, what a ride that was. Until next time, Mrs. Harris. I grabbed my stuff and started out the door, mentally prepping for the inevitable grilling from Ty. Because man, if he ever found out, there'd be no end to the chaos. But some experiences? Some are worth the risk, ya know?
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