"Buddy Boating: A Bizarre Body-Swap Adventure"
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"Well this is a new one," I said as I settled into the plush seat of my buddy Jim's boat. Not only was this trip a first - a definitive move from our standard Vegas retreat - but I was also sharing it with my best friend–who currently looked disturbingly like his ex-wife.
"I can't help it, Steve, the body-switching tech was in her name! She stole it in the divorce!" Jim responded, fiddling with a yellow feathered hat and attempting to adjust it on his excessively-voluminous hair.
"Jim, I've seen some weird stuff over the years, but this," I gestured to his new, voluptuous figure, "takes the cake."
"Hey, watch where you're pointing that thing," Jim said, guiltily readjusting his red, white, and blue bikini. "I keep catching you ogling my butt."
"It's not your butt, it's your ex-wife's! And honestly, can you blame me? Your ex always had curves for days."
"Well this is certainly a unique way for me to confirm my figure's appeal." He then busted into one of his trademark belly laughs, only this time it was a full-on, Sofia Vergara-esque cackle emitting from the once burly, outdoorsman.
As time passed, we filled our stomachs with beers and laughter about his new reality, his deathly horror of preserving his new nails echoed against the gently lapping waves of the coast. Inebriated by the alcohol and the situation, things escalated.
"Dare me to flash that boat over there?" he called out, voice tipsy and playful, pointing to another vessel in the distance.
"In your ex's body? I don't know, seems like bad karma," I reasoned, sandwich in hand.
"Ha! Watch this!" Before I could object any further, Jim lifted his bikini top, flashing the people on the other boat, which caused an uproar of whistles and applauds.
Just as I was recovering from the surprise of my life, Jim eyed a solitary beer can on the table and drawled, "Bet I can balance this on my...bum, and flip it with a twerk."
"The mental images, Jim."
The installed Julie-body emerged victorious after three attempts causing a raucous laughter. The contagious feel-good vibes turned into competition as the night wore on with attempts of beer-can-balance in places that nobody thought possible.
"Now, let me show you my new party trick- the Beer Boob Pocket!" Jim announced, joyously shoving beer cans between his enormous breasts, storing them securely for later use.
This bachelor trip was unique indeed and turned out to be a guise of ineffable proportion. Amidst the waves, beers, and laughter, our friendship was still intact–albeit slightly cross-dressed–but stronger for it. The coast trip was turning out to be more fun than any of our Vegas escapades. It was as ridiculous as it was hilarious and it was a story we'd only tell after a few drinks - and maybe not even then.
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. While we were drinking he got a bit to tipsy unused to his new forms alcohol tolerance which led him to do wild things like flash another boat or try to see if he balance a beer can on his ass and then flip it with a twerk, he also found out he could store beer cans in between his breasts which was his new fun party trick.
Response: "Well this is a new one," I said as I settled into the plush seat of my buddy Jim's boat. Not only was this trip a first - a definitive move from our standard Vegas retreat - but I was also sharing it with my best friend–who currently looked disturbingly like his ex-wife. "I can't help it, Steve, the body-switching tech was in her name! She stole it in the divorce!" Jim responded, fiddling with a yellow feathered hat and attempting to adjust it on his excessively-voluminous hair. "Jim, I've seen some weird stuff over the years, but this," I gestured to his new, voluptuous figure, "takes the cake." "Hey, watch where you're pointing that thing," Jim said, guiltily readjusting his red, white, and blue bikini. "I keep catching you ogling my butt." "It's not your butt, it's your ex-wife's! And honestly, can you blame me? Your ex always had curves for days." "Well this is certainly a unique way for me to confirm my figure's appeal." He then busted into one of his trademark belly laughs, only this time it was a full-on, Sofia Vergara-esque cackle emitting from the once burly, outdoorsman. As time passed, we filled our stomachs with beers and laughter about his new reality, his deathly horror of preserving his new nails echoed against the gently lapping waves of the coast. Inebriated by the alcohol and the situation, things escalated. "Dare me to flash that boat over there?" he called out, voice tipsy and playful, pointing to another vessel in the distance. "In your ex's body? I don't know, seems like bad karma," I reasoned, sandwich in hand. "Ha! Watch this!" Before I could object any further, Jim lifted his bikini top, flashing the people on the other boat, which caused an uproar of whistles and applauds. Just as I was recovering from the surprise of my life, Jim eyed a solitary beer can on the table and drawled, "Bet I can balance this on my...bum, and flip it with a twerk." "The mental images, Jim." The installed Julie-body emerged victorious after three attempts causing a raucous laughter. The contagious feel-good vibes turned into competition as the night wore on with attempts of beer-can-balance in places that nobody thought possible. "Now, let me show you my new party trick- the Beer Boob Pocket!" Jim announced, joyously shoving beer cans between his enormous breasts, storing them securely for later use. This bachelor trip was unique indeed and turned out to be a guise of ineffable proportion. Amidst the waves, beers, and laughter, our friendship was still intact–albeit slightly cross-dressed–but stronger for it. The coast trip was turning out to be more fun than any of our Vegas escapades. It was as ridiculous as it was hilarious and it was a story we'd only tell after a few drinks - and maybe not even then.
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