"Femme Fiasco: A Date with Chad"
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So, here we are, out on a lovely romantic date. Lilly’s wearing this cute floral dress, and everything is going smoothly. Suddenly, though, things start to change. The shift is so subtle at first—just a slight change in her posture, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then, bam! It’s like a backstage costume change at lightning speed. Chad’s in the house.
“Holy crap, bro!” he exclaims, staring down at Lilly’s ample bosom, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I can’t believe I’m a chick, I swear it’s a crazy feeling, but look at the size of these tits, am I right?!”
I try to stifle a laugh as Chad flips Lilly’s long red hair out of her face with an exaggerated flourish of her pink French-tipped nails. The people at the next table probably think we’re filming a very strange, very niche YouTube prank video.
“Well, Chad,” I say, keeping my voice as even as possible, “why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”
Chad adjusts her dress awkwardly, clearly not used to dealing with so much, uh, buoyancy. “Dude, I love football,” he says, flexing her arms like he's about to tackle someone. “Wanna play catch at the park?” He glances down at his new curvaceous form and seems to reconsider. “Yeah, maybe not the best idea with these things bouncing around.”
After our hilariously memorable dinner, I offer to let Chad drive us home. His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “Hell yeah, bro!!” he yells, dashing to the driver seat.
Watching Chad navigate the subtle intricacies of adjusting a car seat with a newly acquired voluptuous body is like watching a cat try to figure out a Rubik’s cube. He grumbles something about “how the heck do chicks drive with these things” as the seatbelt refuses to cooperate with his new assets.
Once we start moving, it’s immediately apparent that Chad is a very different driver than Lilly. He’s flipping off drivers left and right, leaning on the horn, and shouting, “Get outta the way, you moron!” at anyone who dares to go below the speed limit. It’s like participating in a high-speed chase scene from a low-budget action movie.
When we get home, Chad heads straight for the fridge and grabs a beer—none of that fancy wine Lilly usually prefers. With one skillful bump of her hip, she closes the fridge door, chuckling to herself. “Never realized how handy having wide hips could be,” he comments, heading for the couch. But first, he removes Lilly’s bra with a sense of newfound freedom and astonishment. “Double D cups?” he mutters, clearly impressed.
Unable to fit a football jersey over his generous chest, Chad makes do with one that awkwardly distorts the number twelve. He ties up Lilly’s red hair into a messy ponytail and plops down next to me, beer in hand, ready for some football.
Seeing Lilly act like Chad is like watching a surreal comedy sketch. I love my girlfriend, but I have to admit, having Chad around is highly entertaining. Watching him try to jostle less beer into his mouth to avoid spilling it on his chest, shouting at the referees, and trying to figure out how to adjust his position on the couch so he’s comfortable, makes for a fun evening.
“Man, this is a riot,” Chad says, looking at me with a grin. “Being a chick is tough but kinda fun. Respect, dude. Respect.”
And with that, I sit back and watch the game with my new, football-loving, body-bemused Chad-girlfriend, already looking forward to telling Lilly all about it later—assuming, of course, she remembers none of it.
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 about My girlfriend Lilly suffered from multiple personalities, she has a few in her head and they come out from time to time. She usually can control it but sometimes they take over. We were on a date today and her male personality Chad took over. Chad is your typical buff and strong guy, so seeing his personality come out of her body can be jarring. Chad loves her body a whole lot especially her large prominent boobs and her wide sexy hips. He immediately cups his new chest and smirks as he flips his long red hair out of his face with is feminine French tipped pink nails. “Holy crap, bro! I can’t believe I’m a chick, I swear it’s a crazy feeling but look at the size of these tits, am I right?!?” Chad grins at you as he stares down at your girlfriends' breasts. I ask Chad to tell me more about himself, he tells me he loves football. He offers to play catch at the park and then looks down at his curvy body and thinks otherwise. “Nice to meet you David, I would normally say let got throw the ball around in the park but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to play properly with these things!” he gestures to his chest and bounces them in his hands. After the date I offer to let him drive because I knew he loves cars. Chad is ecstatic and hops into the driver seat. “Hell yeah, bro!!” Chad excitedly exclaims as he slides his curvy body behind the wheel of your car. “Man, I don’t even remember the last time I drove anywhere!” You watch him fumble with the seat belt and seat, trying to avoid squishing his breasts while also reaching the peddles. You’ve watched your girlfriend drive plenty of times, but she has a very definite driving position that involves being sat Totally upright, almost pressed against the steering wheel to see over the dash. But Chad seems to be having trouble. “How do chicks drive with these things!” He grumbles to himself as he can't seem to get the seatbelt over his new large breasts. He also realizes how round and secy his new ass is when he comments on how he will never sit in discomfort again. After we get a move on begin to drive back home, I see Chad is a much more aggressive driver than my girlfriend, he even flips off a guy for cutting him off which my girlfriend would never do. When we get home, he puts on a football game and heads to the kitchen to get a beer bumping the fridge door closed with one of his wide hips and removes his bra. He looks down and is shocked by the sheer size of it. Double D cups is what the tag says he looks upon his new chest proudly while going upstairs to look for some more comfortable clothes. He decides to throw on a football jersey which didn't fit over his generous chest warping the number twelve on the jersey he also ties his red hair up into a messy ponytail. When he sits back down on the couch next to me. I love my girlfriend but seeing her act like Chad has been very fun.
Response: So, here we are, out on a lovely romantic date. Lilly’s wearing this cute floral dress, and everything is going smoothly. Suddenly, though, things start to change. The shift is so subtle at first—just a slight change in her posture, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then, bam! It’s like a backstage costume change at lightning speed. Chad’s in the house. “Holy crap, bro!” he exclaims, staring down at Lilly’s ample bosom, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I can’t believe I’m a chick, I swear it’s a crazy feeling, but look at the size of these tits, am I right?!” I try to stifle a laugh as Chad flips Lilly’s long red hair out of her face with an exaggerated flourish of her pink French-tipped nails. The people at the next table probably think we’re filming a very strange, very niche YouTube prank video. “Well, Chad,” I say, keeping my voice as even as possible, “why don’t you tell me more about yourself?” Chad adjusts her dress awkwardly, clearly not used to dealing with so much, uh, buoyancy. “Dude, I love football,” he says, flexing her arms like he's about to tackle someone. “Wanna play catch at the park?” He glances down at his new curvaceous form and seems to reconsider. “Yeah, maybe not the best idea with these things bouncing around.” After our hilariously memorable dinner, I offer to let Chad drive us home. His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “Hell yeah, bro!!” he yells, dashing to the driver seat. Watching Chad navigate the subtle intricacies of adjusting a car seat with a newly acquired voluptuous body is like watching a cat try to figure out a Rubik’s cube. He grumbles something about “how the heck do chicks drive with these things” as the seatbelt refuses to cooperate with his new assets. Once we start moving, it’s immediately apparent that Chad is a very different driver than Lilly. He’s flipping off drivers left and right, leaning on the horn, and shouting, “Get outta the way, you moron!” at anyone who dares to go below the speed limit. It’s like participating in a high-speed chase scene from a low-budget action movie. When we get home, Chad heads straight for the fridge and grabs a beer—none of that fancy wine Lilly usually prefers. With one skillful bump of her hip, she closes the fridge door, chuckling to herself. “Never realized how handy having wide hips could be,” he comments, heading for the couch. But first, he removes Lilly’s bra with a sense of newfound freedom and astonishment. “Double D cups?” he mutters, clearly impressed. Unable to fit a football jersey over his generous chest, Chad makes do with one that awkwardly distorts the number twelve. He ties up Lilly’s red hair into a messy ponytail and plops down next to me, beer in hand, ready for some football. Seeing Lilly act like Chad is like watching a surreal comedy sketch. I love my girlfriend, but I have to admit, having Chad around is highly entertaining. Watching him try to jostle less beer into his mouth to avoid spilling it on his chest, shouting at the referees, and trying to figure out how to adjust his position on the couch so he’s comfortable, makes for a fun evening. “Man, this is a riot,” Chad says, looking at me with a grin. “Being a chick is tough but kinda fun. Respect, dude. Respect.” And with that, I sit back and watch the game with my new, football-loving, body-bemused Chad-girlfriend, already looking forward to telling Lilly all about it later—assuming, of course, she remembers none of it.
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