Fated Swap
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Title: Fated Swap
"Well, howdy, there partner!" That Southern drawl rang through my office as my best friend, Jack, sauntered in. Now picture this, Jack was in the body of a voluptuous Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, strutting around in tight pencil skirts and low-cut blouses, accentuating her generous curves. He was just as much a heartbreaker now as he was before the great shift.
"Hot diggity, this body ain't made for 10w-30," he'd say, comically gesturing towards his transformed body. His buxom breasts once knocked a stapler off my desk, a sight so hilarious that it sent us into fits of laughter.
After losing his auto mechanic job post the great shift, I took him in and offered him a secretarial job at my office. Let me tell you, he was the greatest eye-candy the place ever saw, an absolute stunner. But it was his personality that sealed the deal for me. He was still his same old wisecracking self, just wrapped now in a package of absolute feminine delight.
"Ah swear, honey," he'd grumble, fiddling with his bra strap, "this contraption is a worse torture than any seat belt I tightened back at the garage."
His deep Southern accent made him endearing, and we often filled many lunch breaks discussing sports over hearty laughter.
"Ya reckon those Cowboys are goin’ to win the Super Bowl this year?" he'd ask cheerfully, and we would launch into our fervid discussions.
And then came Dave. "Fer Pete's sake, that ol’ boy Dave can't seem to take his eyes off me! It's like he forgot how to blink.”
I had to admit, the sight was a bit amusing. Jack didn't seem to lose a single ounce of his charisma after the great shift. In fact, being in this curvy, blonde bombshell's body only made him more interesting and attractive.
One night, I gathered my courage and finally asked him out. "Would ya like to go out with me tonight, Jack? Like...on a date?"
He gave me a heart-melting look, lined with humor, and replied, "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I thought ya'd never ask!"
We spent the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, falling in love to the rhythm of our bodies and banter. He was still the same Jack that cracked jokes and possessed an invincible love for sports. Yet, as we succumbed to the night, it was evident we’d moved beyond our old friendship. His laughter still rang in my ears and his Southern drawl echoed in my heart, as I fell deeper in love.
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 where After the great shift which was an event that swapped 75 percent of the countries bodies my buddy had lost his job. He was an auto mechanic and his boss didn’t think he could do it anymore since he was now in the body of a southern Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader with a huge rack and a curvy blonde body he also kept her accent her wears deep cleavage blouses and pencil skirts with matching heels he's an absolute dream. One time we had a funny moment when he accidentally bumped the stapler off my desk with his large breasts, it made us both laugh. I let him stay with me and I also got him a job as my secretary for the time being. There’s no doubt he’s now the hottest in the office. The best part is he is still his old goofy wisecracking self but just in a far sexier body He also still has knowledge about sports which is great to talk about at work with him. Today he was complaining about his bra pinching and the fact that Dave one of my coworkers wouldn't stop checking him out. I'm thinking about asking him out on a date tonight, I hope he says yes. The night comes and we make love, we went from friends to lovers just like that, however my friend in his southern belle form never lost his cheery and jokey personality, it made me fall in love with him more. Write my friends Dialogue with a southern Drawl.
Response: Title: Fated Swap "Well, howdy, there partner!" That Southern drawl rang through my office as my best friend, Jack, sauntered in. Now picture this, Jack was in the body of a voluptuous Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, strutting around in tight pencil skirts and low-cut blouses, accentuating her generous curves. He was just as much a heartbreaker now as he was before the great shift. "Hot diggity, this body ain't made for 10w-30," he'd say, comically gesturing towards his transformed body. His buxom breasts once knocked a stapler off my desk, a sight so hilarious that it sent us into fits of laughter. After losing his auto mechanic job post the great shift, I took him in and offered him a secretarial job at my office. Let me tell you, he was the greatest eye-candy the place ever saw, an absolute stunner. But it was his personality that sealed the deal for me. He was still his same old wisecracking self, just wrapped now in a package of absolute feminine delight. "Ah swear, honey," he'd grumble, fiddling with his bra strap, "this contraption is a worse torture than any seat belt I tightened back at the garage." His deep Southern accent made him endearing, and we often filled many lunch breaks discussing sports over hearty laughter. "Ya reckon those Cowboys are goin’ to win the Super Bowl this year?" he'd ask cheerfully, and we would launch into our fervid discussions. And then came Dave. "Fer Pete's sake, that ol’ boy Dave can't seem to take his eyes off me! It's like he forgot how to blink.” I had to admit, the sight was a bit amusing. Jack didn't seem to lose a single ounce of his charisma after the great shift. In fact, being in this curvy, blonde bombshell's body only made him more interesting and attractive. One night, I gathered my courage and finally asked him out. "Would ya like to go out with me tonight, Jack? Like...on a date?" He gave me a heart-melting look, lined with humor, and replied, "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I thought ya'd never ask!" We spent the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, falling in love to the rhythm of our bodies and banter. He was still the same Jack that cracked jokes and possessed an invincible love for sports. Yet, as we succumbed to the night, it was evident we’d moved beyond our old friendship. His laughter still rang in my ears and his Southern drawl echoed in my heart, as I fell deeper in love.
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