"Bodyswapped on the High Seas: The Misadventures of Captain Curves"
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"Ahoy there, Skipper!" I called out to my newly single/divorced/bodyswapped friend, Tom.
Tom, now with the body of his ex-wife, Susan, was steering his beloved boat, The Sea Lioness, wearing a star-spangled bikini that would have graced any patriotic calendar. An oddly misshapen Uncle Sam, he had breasts that could sink ships and an ass defying any naval architecture. His once rugged visage with its strong jawline and chiseled cheekbones was replaced with Susan's soft curves and those luscious ruby lips.
"Ahoy Matey," Tom replied, his voice now high-pitched and sultry, catching me off-guard. "Stop staring at my, I mean Susan's ass, would you? It's weird!"
"You can't blame me!" I protested. "Your, I mean Susan's body, is made for an appreciation! And blimey, those red, white, and blue patterns on your bikini are doing wonders to emphasize your... err... assets."
"Oi, don't remind me," he grumbled in response. "I used to admire them from a distance, not wear them."
From that day forward, our guys' trip was a merry mayhem interspersed with moments of awkward silence and uneasy laughter. Happy hours at tiki bars, were confusing for me as I had to hold back my instinctual male response towards Tom’s curvaceous new body.
"Guess it's drink o'clock," Tom said, trying to lighten the mood, before tripping over his newly acquired heels, spilling the tray of Mai Tai's onto a group of bronzed, muscled beachgoers. We spent the rest of the evening apologizing profusely, Tom fumbling with the uncharted vessel of his, err... her new body.
It was a truly unique vacation, with ludicrous moments like Tom, the former burly, beer-loving bro, now trying to maneuver himself around in a body that was as foreign to him as a UFO and as alluring to me as Venus. The absurdity of it all was so overwhelming that it was hard to keep a straight face, let alone brood over Tom's unfortunate fate.
On one hand, it was just Tom with the same lame dad jokes and horrible boat steering skills. On the other, he was Susan with her hourglass figure, an ample bosom, and a booty that could cause a riot in a monastery. “Cabin fever” took on a new meaning entirely when I tried focusing on the fishing or my poker hand, with Tom sunbathing in his tantalizing outfit.
While Tom wished for his hairy chest and the sound of his deep voice, and I longed for the absence of the incredible distraction that was his body, we both agreed on one thing - this trip had been the funniest one we'd ever had.
And so, with uproarious laughter and an underlying current of awkwardness, the coastal trip turned into a uniquely amusing chapter in our lives.
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 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: "Ahoy there, Skipper!" I called out to my newly single/divorced/bodyswapped friend, Tom. Tom, now with the body of his ex-wife, Susan, was steering his beloved boat, The Sea Lioness, wearing a star-spangled bikini that would have graced any patriotic calendar. An oddly misshapen Uncle Sam, he had breasts that could sink ships and an ass defying any naval architecture. His once rugged visage with its strong jawline and chiseled cheekbones was replaced with Susan's soft curves and those luscious ruby lips. "Ahoy Matey," Tom replied, his voice now high-pitched and sultry, catching me off-guard. "Stop staring at my, I mean Susan's ass, would you? It's weird!" "You can't blame me!" I protested. "Your, I mean Susan's body, is made for an appreciation! And blimey, those red, white, and blue patterns on your bikini are doing wonders to emphasize your... err... assets." "Oi, don't remind me," he grumbled in response. "I used to admire them from a distance, not wear them." From that day forward, our guys' trip was a merry mayhem interspersed with moments of awkward silence and uneasy laughter. Happy hours at tiki bars, were confusing for me as I had to hold back my instinctual male response towards Tom’s curvaceous new body. "Guess it's drink o'clock," Tom said, trying to lighten the mood, before tripping over his newly acquired heels, spilling the tray of Mai Tai's onto a group of bronzed, muscled beachgoers. We spent the rest of the evening apologizing profusely, Tom fumbling with the uncharted vessel of his, err... her new body. It was a truly unique vacation, with ludicrous moments like Tom, the former burly, beer-loving bro, now trying to maneuver himself around in a body that was as foreign to him as a UFO and as alluring to me as Venus. The absurdity of it all was so overwhelming that it was hard to keep a straight face, let alone brood over Tom's unfortunate fate. On one hand, it was just Tom with the same lame dad jokes and horrible boat steering skills. On the other, he was Susan with her hourglass figure, an ample bosom, and a booty that could cause a riot in a monastery. “Cabin fever” took on a new meaning entirely when I tried focusing on the fishing or my poker hand, with Tom sunbathing in his tantalizing outfit. While Tom wished for his hairy chest and the sound of his deep voice, and I longed for the absence of the incredible distraction that was his body, we both agreed on one thing - this trip had been the funniest one we'd ever had. And so, with uproarious laughter and an underlying current of awkwardness, the coastal trip turned into a uniquely amusing chapter in our lives.
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