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Dress-Up Dilemma: A Family Transformation

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A humorous family moment unfolds as a father and his sons try on dresses, while the mother and daughter embrace their transformed looks, resulting in a chaotic but cheerful nametag-assigning session.
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“Isn’t this dress a little tight on you, Dad?” Nathan asked, trying to keep a straight face as he watched his father, Bruce, struggle with the low cut green dress.

“You’re telling me!” Bruce replied, wriggling his shoulders and adjusting the neckline. “I haven’t worn anything this snug since the ‘70s!”

“You weren’t wearing dresses in the ‘70s, Dad,” Michael quipped as he attempted to wrangle his long, red hair into a ponytail. “At least, I hope you weren’t.”

“Focus, Michael!” I interjected, passing out sticky nametags and Sharpies. “We need to label everyone so we don’t cause more confusion. Here, Dad, write your name.”

Bruce took the Sharpie and scribbled something before slapping the tag onto his left boob. “Call me ‘Busty Bruce,’” he declared with a smirk.

Nathan doubled over laughing. “Perfect! Maybe I’ll go with ‘Nathan the Nipple Wonder,’” he said, sticking his nametag precariously close to where the low neckline of the dress showcased more cleavage than he was comfortable with.

Mom, who had been examining her new youthful physique in the mirror, looked up and chuckled. “I guess I’m Deborah 2.0 now,” she said, carefully writing her name and placing the tag neatly on the side of her dress.

“Okay, everybody, let’s focus,” I urged again. “This might be funny now, but we need to get this sorted out. Michael, you’re still holding the Sharpie.”

“Call me ‘Curves McGee,’” Michael laughed, finally getting his hair into a messy ponytail and placing his tag awkwardly on his hip.

“Enough with the jokes, guys! We need to get back to our real selves!” I said, though I couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Seeing my family transformed into mirror images of my girlfriend was strange, to say the least.

“Hey, at least we’re the prettiest family in town now,” Nathan quipped, striking a pose and batting his false eyelashes.

Mom, always the photo enthusiast, clapped her hands together. “This is too good of a moment not to capture! Let’s take a family photo!”

“Mom, really?” I groaned, but everyone was already getting into positions.

Bruce did a duck face, Nathan threw up a peace sign, Michael winked at the camera, and Mom cupped her boobs in the most dramatic fashion. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I set the timer on the phone.

“Alright, everyone ready?” I asked, backing up to get into the frame.

“Smile and say ‘boobies!’” Bruce exclaimed.

“Boobies!” everyone echoed, bursting into laughter just as the camera snapped the photo.

As the hilarity died down, Bruce pulled me aside. “So, kiddo, any idea how to fix this?”

“I’m working on it, Dad. The machine should have a reset function, I just need to tweak a few things,” I replied, scratching my head with a mixture of amusement and worry.

“That’s good, because I don’t think I can live the rest of my life as your girlfriend’s doppelgänger, no matter how busty I’ve become,” he said with a wink.

“We’ll figure it out,” I assured him. “For now, let’s enjoy our newfound curves and make the best of this weird situation.”

“And maybe plan on a vacation to somewhere without mirrors?” Mom suggested, adjusting her dress one last time.

“Good idea, Mom. Good idea,” I agreed, shaking my head with a smile as my peculiar, curvaceous family gathered around for another spirited selfie.

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 lots of dialogue about how After my clone invention had a mishap. My house has been a bit weirder. My girlfriend said she was willing to test the machine for me which was awesome. Unfortunately, It malfunctioned and cloned my family. Now my family all look like my busty redheaded girlfriend. I’m going to need name tags to tell who is who. Or maybe not the one fondling her boobs is probably my brother. But what about my other brother mom and dad I grab some nametags and hand them to my family so they can put them on. When the men of my family write their names down, bit instead they wrote goofy names about their new bodies on the nametags. they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly black painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. My brother slapped his nametag onto his left boob and laugh about the fact that he even had boobs in the first place They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about he was balding, so this new hair was quite the surprise he was even more surprised by the prominent set of boobs on his chest though, My other brother was annoyed with his hair, so he threw it into a ponytail, my other brother began to headbang with his flowing locks It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyone's personalities were a giveaway too my dad was still wisecracking and snarky. My brother was the same energetic guy he always was. My other brother was much like my dad and decided to bust a few jokes about the situation and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. My mom suggested we all take a family photo together which was a funny idea. Everyone except me now looking like my curvy and busty girlfriend all in the same green low cut dress she had been wearing when the change took place one was doing a duck face one was throwing up a peace sign one was winking at the camera the other was cupping their boobs in the photo. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town. Write lots of dialogue.

Response: “Isn’t this dress a little tight on you, Dad?” Nathan asked, trying to keep a straight face as he watched his father, Bruce, struggle with the low cut green dress. “You’re telling me!” Bruce replied, wriggling his shoulders and adjusting the neckline. “I haven’t worn anything this snug since the ‘70s!” “You weren’t wearing dresses in the ‘70s, Dad,” Michael quipped as he attempted to wrangle his long, red hair into a ponytail. “At least, I hope you weren’t.” “Focus, Michael!” I interjected, passing out sticky nametags and Sharpies. “We need to label everyone so we don’t cause more confusion. Here, Dad, write your name.” Bruce took the Sharpie and scribbled something before slapping the tag onto his left boob. “Call me ‘Busty Bruce,’” he declared with a smirk. Nathan doubled over laughing. “Perfect! Maybe I’ll go with ‘Nathan the Nipple Wonder,’” he said, sticking his nametag precariously close to where the low neckline of the dress showcased more cleavage than he was comfortable with. Mom, who had been examining her new youthful physique in the mirror, looked up and chuckled. “I guess I’m Deborah 2.0 now,” she said, carefully writing her name and placing the tag neatly on the side of her dress. “Okay, everybody, let’s focus,” I urged again. “This might be funny now, but we need to get this sorted out. Michael, you’re still holding the Sharpie.” “Call me ‘Curves McGee,’” Michael laughed, finally getting his hair into a messy ponytail and placing his tag awkwardly on his hip. “Enough with the jokes, guys! We need to get back to our real selves!” I said, though I couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Seeing my family transformed into mirror images of my girlfriend was strange, to say the least. “Hey, at least we’re the prettiest family in town now,” Nathan quipped, striking a pose and batting his false eyelashes. Mom, always the photo enthusiast, clapped her hands together. “This is too good of a moment not to capture! Let’s take a family photo!” “Mom, really?” I groaned, but everyone was already getting into positions. Bruce did a duck face, Nathan threw up a peace sign, Michael winked at the camera, and Mom cupped her boobs in the most dramatic fashion. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I set the timer on the phone. “Alright, everyone ready?” I asked, backing up to get into the frame. “Smile and say ‘boobies!’” Bruce exclaimed. “Boobies!” everyone echoed, bursting into laughter just as the camera snapped the photo. As the hilarity died down, Bruce pulled me aside. “So, kiddo, any idea how to fix this?” “I’m working on it, Dad. The machine should have a reset function, I just need to tweak a few things,” I replied, scratching my head with a mixture of amusement and worry. “That’s good, because I don’t think I can live the rest of my life as your girlfriend’s doppelgänger, no matter how busty I’ve become,” he said with a wink. “We’ll figure it out,” I assured him. “For now, let’s enjoy our newfound curves and make the best of this weird situation.” “And maybe plan on a vacation to somewhere without mirrors?” Mom suggested, adjusting her dress one last time. “Good idea, Mom. Good idea,” I agreed, shaking my head with a smile as my peculiar, curvaceous family gathered around for another spirited selfie.

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