"Dressed in Julia: The Curvy Family Confusion"
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As I stared at my family, all dressed in identical green low-cut dresses, I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I was going to fix this mess. Each one of them, now looking like my busty red-headed girlfriend, carried on in their familiar, albeit completely transformed ways.
"Alright, everyone, can we just line up for a second? Here are some name tags," I said, thrusting the stack of labels towards the closest family member – now with new ample curves – who happened to be my brother, Jake.
He took the top nametag and scrawled "Jake" onto it, chuckling as he peeled it off and stuck it onto his dress. "Dude, I can't get over these nails," he said, admiring his long, glossy black fingers. "How do you girls deal with these things?"
"Carefully," my mom, or rather the person who looked like my girlfriend but still had Mom's personality, replied as she took her own label. "Now, Chris, write 'Mom' for me, will you? These nails are honestly impossible."
I did as instructed, watching her fiercely red curls bounce as she nodded in appreciation.
"This hair is insane!" Dad twirled a lock of it around his finger before striking a slightly ridiculous pose. "I've got more hair than I've ever dreamed of. Call me Fabio!" He paused for a beat and added with a laugh, "Except Fabio didn't have double D cups."
"Yeah, Dad," I shot back with a grin, "and he didn't look good in a dress either!" My dad, or should I say 'Mom-lookalike-with-Dad's-sarcasm', couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head – her head now – with a wry smile.
Meanwhile, my other brother, Tom, had taken to throwing his new red mane up into a ponytail. "This is absurd," he said, though I caught the amused glitter in his eyes. "There's no way I'm going to be able to focus on anything until we fix this."
"Remember when we used to headbang at concerts, Chris?" Jake said, flipping his lush hair forward and back as he demonstrated. "Feels just like old times – except for the extra passengers on board." He glanced wryly at his new curves and burst out laughing.
"I don't know, I kind of like being the same age as my sons again," Mom said, twirling playfully. "Maybe you don't need to fix this too soon, Chris. I haven’t felt this young in years."
"I suppose there's an upside," I admitted, giving her a small, strained smile. "But I'm not sure how long you want to go around looking like Julia," I said, referring to my girlfriend with a nod. “And, speaking of which, how about we take that family photo you wanted?”
"Great idea!" Jake or Julia-twinned-Jake exclaimed, grabbing everyone's attention as he set up the camera on a timer. "Let's see... duck face for me," he announced, pouting dramatically before adjusting his nametag to read 'Jake' more prominently.
Tom struck a peace sign, flashing his white teeth at the camera, while Dad winked and Mom, much to everyone's amusement, cupped her new, more youthful assets with a liberated grin.
The camera flashed just as Dad quipped, "This'll be one for the family albums, won't it? The time we were all the sexiest, most busty family in town."
As the laughter subsided, I shook my head and glanced at each family member, now practically a carbon copy of Julia. "Well, until I figure out how to reverse this, let's make the best of it. Maybe embrace the weirdness," I suggested.
"Here's to embracing the weirdness," Mom proposed, raising an imaginary glass in a toast. Everyone joined in, laughing and nodding in agreement.
And that was how my family became the curviest, most unconventional – and probably the most confusing – household in town, for better or worse.
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 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, they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly black painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. 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 said he felt like Fabio I of course told him Fabio didn't have double D cups on his chest. 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: As I stared at my family, all dressed in identical green low-cut dresses, I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I was going to fix this mess. Each one of them, now looking like my busty red-headed girlfriend, carried on in their familiar, albeit completely transformed ways. "Alright, everyone, can we just line up for a second? Here are some name tags," I said, thrusting the stack of labels towards the closest family member – now with new ample curves – who happened to be my brother, Jake. He took the top nametag and scrawled "Jake" onto it, chuckling as he peeled it off and stuck it onto his dress. "Dude, I can't get over these nails," he said, admiring his long, glossy black fingers. "How do you girls deal with these things?" "Carefully," my mom, or rather the person who looked like my girlfriend but still had Mom's personality, replied as she took her own label. "Now, Chris, write 'Mom' for me, will you? These nails are honestly impossible." I did as instructed, watching her fiercely red curls bounce as she nodded in appreciation. "This hair is insane!" Dad twirled a lock of it around his finger before striking a slightly ridiculous pose. "I've got more hair than I've ever dreamed of. Call me Fabio!" He paused for a beat and added with a laugh, "Except Fabio didn't have double D cups." "Yeah, Dad," I shot back with a grin, "and he didn't look good in a dress either!" My dad, or should I say 'Mom-lookalike-with-Dad's-sarcasm', couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head – her head now – with a wry smile. Meanwhile, my other brother, Tom, had taken to throwing his new red mane up into a ponytail. "This is absurd," he said, though I caught the amused glitter in his eyes. "There's no way I'm going to be able to focus on anything until we fix this." "Remember when we used to headbang at concerts, Chris?" Jake said, flipping his lush hair forward and back as he demonstrated. "Feels just like old times – except for the extra passengers on board." He glanced wryly at his new curves and burst out laughing. "I don't know, I kind of like being the same age as my sons again," Mom said, twirling playfully. "Maybe you don't need to fix this too soon, Chris. I haven’t felt this young in years." "I suppose there's an upside," I admitted, giving her a small, strained smile. "But I'm not sure how long you want to go around looking like Julia," I said, referring to my girlfriend with a nod. “And, speaking of which, how about we take that family photo you wanted?” "Great idea!" Jake or Julia-twinned-Jake exclaimed, grabbing everyone's attention as he set up the camera on a timer. "Let's see... duck face for me," he announced, pouting dramatically before adjusting his nametag to read 'Jake' more prominently. Tom struck a peace sign, flashing his white teeth at the camera, while Dad winked and Mom, much to everyone's amusement, cupped her new, more youthful assets with a liberated grin. The camera flashed just as Dad quipped, "This'll be one for the family albums, won't it? The time we were all the sexiest, most busty family in town." As the laughter subsided, I shook my head and glanced at each family member, now practically a carbon copy of Julia. "Well, until I figure out how to reverse this, let's make the best of it. Maybe embrace the weirdness," I suggested. "Here's to embracing the weirdness," Mom proposed, raising an imaginary glass in a toast. Everyone joined in, laughing and nodding in agreement. And that was how my family became the curviest, most unconventional – and probably the most confusing – household in town, for better or worse.
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